This morning Phil took work off so that we could both take Audrey down to the doctors for her shots. Her 3 month shots. We are a bit behind... Anywho. Our routine is that I step out of the room (So I don't lose my cool... entirely) and Phil holds Audrey and then I come back in to smother her with motherly love while Phil cheers us on.
As I was leaving the curtained room the nurse called me a coward. I said, "Yes, I am." and scuttled out of the room. But what I wanted to do was rip the curtain back open and say, "Excuse me?? I am no coward because it pains me to see my daughter in pain! Even if it's momentary. I love my daughter."
But I didn't.
Audrey cried and I went back in and tried to nurse her which she wanted nothing to do with. We settled for cuddles instead, which I was more than happy to give out.
We did better this time. Less tears on my part and Audrey has coped better afterward. No fever yet! She is a bit grumpy, but that's understandable too.
Maybe the nurse was having a bad day? Maybe the nurse is just a bit grumpy all the time. Who knows.
So weird though! How do you respond to grumpiness? My favorite tactic is to play possum and let it blow over as quickly as possible.
Seriously though.
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On a side note. Phil announced to me today that he is going to shave his beard off. But keep his moustache. His beard is giant. Stay tuned for photos!!
This is going to be epic.
xoxo
Talia Christine
Also, Phil is the best ever. Just saying.
