So, Rascal has a little virus. You know, like, a regular toddler virus — no big deal. Doc checked his ears, throat, everything, while Rascal screamed, of course.

I basically spent 2 hours — from 5 to 7pm — waiting in the doctor’s office. In the hot doctor’s office with over 30 other parents and ALL of their children….

Did I say hot doctor? Well, I meant that it was hot in the waiting room. BUT, I AM the only person I know who would say the doc himself is actually sort of hot. More like, in the VICINITY of hot because he looks a wee bit like ED HARRIS, whom I have loved forever….

Yeah, doc looks like Ed — only a little older. I know…, HOT!

Sigh, anyway. Doc treated me like crap. He’s known for doing that. I think it’s because I looked particularly AWFUL today. You know, I’m tired and run down, and I think there were actually visible KNOTS in my hair, and I KNOW there were bits of Rascal’s lunch on my hoodie….

So, I got in there, and he asked me what was up with my Rascal. I told him I thought Rascal’s behaviour of late was “alarming,” and that I wanted to talk about it, and that I wanted it on the record. I said that he’s constantly defiant and flinging and flailing and screaming all the time. And, the doc asked me if he’s had a fever. “Yes,” I replied, “and he’s been teething, and constipated for a month and I’ve tried everything from prunes to pear juice to flax.”

“Tsk,” Doc replied, crossing out the behavioural issues part, “You don’t try EVERYTHING for constipation, you try BLAHBLAH. Prunes will not cure constipation, and it needs to be treated, etc., etc., ETC.” I forget the name of the brand of laxative he gave me — I’m still busy REELING from the insult — so we’ll just call it BLAHBLAH. YOU ARE A BAD MOTHER, he might as well have said. YOU HAVE LET YOUR SON WRITHE IN PAIN FOR A MONTH WITH HARD STOOLS. HOW DARE YOU YOU IMBECILE HORRIBLE MOTHER HORRIBLE TERRIBLE HORRIBLE! BLAHBLAH! YOU GIVE HIM BLAHBLAH NOT PRUNES!

This was the last thing I needed, obviously, given my emotional state lately. Yet again, Gorgeouses, I go out looking for support and I get beat up. Isn’t that the way it is for mothers? Or, is it just me? I constantly feel beat up — either by flailing kid or doctor. Beat. Up.

Anyway. I’m managing. I did NOT take the doc’s advice. Did NOT buy BLAHBLAH because I (and the pharmacist) determined it wasn’t really suitable for babies. SO THERE! And, I got something else that I hope will work.

As for the teething? There IS a new molar. I felt it. It’s made its way through, so I think we’re in the clear.

As for the clinging? I dug THIS out of Monkey’s baby stuff….

He loves it. Not least because he can stick his li’l hand down my shirt (he’s turning into a li’l breastfeeLer — just like his sister was)….

As for the high chair? I ditched the clip-on table part and pushed his chair right up close to the BIG-PERSON table like a BIG BOY, and he loved it, ate like a king….

As for the sleep? What is this thing you call “sleep”?

Gorgeouses, I’m taking tomorrow off of blogging because going out to the country to spend time with Josh-O’s family. So, don’t worry about me if there’s no post Friday morning, kay? I’m okay. I have my kitties, and I have Twitter, and the awesome Twitterberry, which allows me to “tweet” all day long from my PINKBERRY! Love that I can connect anytime anyplace. How much do we LOVE the internet…?

Have a great weekend!

LOVE!
xo Haley-O

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