Dueling Doctor's Appointment

First of all why do my children seem to think that when Daddy is gone they should fight for my attention all night long, instead of sleeping. Last night was rougher than most, but that seems to be how it goes when I'm here alone.  I moved past it and tried to prepare my exhausted self for both boy's doctor's appointment, four months, and three year well visits. This is one of those situations where I try to picture in my mind how to make the situation work, but every way I spin it it's going to be a disaster, so I just go with it. It turned out to be as difficult as imagined and I really could have used an extra pair of hands.We all survived with a lot of help from the nursing staff, who took pity on me with two screaming boys.

Zane was up first, weighing in at 39.5 pounds, 40 inches tall, ninety fifth percentile for both. Zane has recently been watching the Danial Striped Tiger episode, about going to the doctor and getting shots, on the iPad, so he was prepared, but also pretty freaked out. When I stripped him down to his super hero undies, for his exam, I felt slightly embarrassed as he was covered in scrapes, bruises, and bug bites. I felt like these things alone should prove that he is an active boy, but the doctor proceeded to ask if Zane, crazy person Zane, could jump and run, and if he was an active boy? Active boy is an understatement, and he passed all his three year old questions with flying colors. He even listed healthy food choices of strawberries, bananas, and peas, when the doctor asked if he ate fruits and veggies! Then he was up for his shot, so we sang the "shot song" from Daniel Striped Tiger "close your eyes and think of something happy." This didn't work, he screamed bloody murder, calming down only once he got his cookie and sticker. Then Rowan was up to bat, making Zane very concerned for his well being. 

Rowan, unlike his brother, is a tiny little peanut. He only weighs 13lb 15oz, so lets round up to 14lbs, 30th percentile. He is 26 inches long, which is 80th percentile, tall and skinny, not my genes at all. He also passed all his four month old questions, rolling over, grasping for things, "talking," being adorable. Ro got four shots and did not take them well, neither did Zane for that matter, very upset that Ro Ro was crying. At this point, when both were hating their lives, Zane had to go potty, and I remembered I had daycare paperwork to fill out and needed both of their shot records printed out. So we stood around, both boys crying, Zane hungry and tired, Rowan feeling betrayed, while we waiting for the paperwork. I, meanwhile, am a sweaty hot mess, trying to haul around a huge diaper bag, carseat, toys, sippy cup, bottle, and all sorts of other stuff. Motherhood in it's finest, always glamorous.

We made it home alive with lots of band-aids and two healthy, if not so happy, boys!