Each person also struggles with their own issues throughout this journey. Some succeed on the playground, while others are terrified of it. Some are the best chefs at mealtimes, when others don't serve anything that take longer than 5 minutes to make. Some don't blink an eye at a fall or trip, while others cry right along with their kids.
I like to think I'm a happy balance. I don't swing fully one way or another. I don't mind spending time on making an awesome lunch (but I do occasionally break out the Spaghetti-O's). I tend to laugh more when Chase falls, usually because he's doing it to get a laugh.
But that changes dramatically at one location.
The doctor's office.
I'm a big baby when it comes to my kids getting shots. With Chase, I had to always have Kyle there with me because I couldn't be near it. There was one time that they had to draw blood from Chase. I had to leave the room because they were having problems getting a large enough sample and he was crying too hard. I don't know how Chase would have ever gotten any shots if Kyle wasn't there to help me through it.
But things are different now. It's harder for Kyle to make the doctor's appointments with Skylar. I usually have to go by myself. I've already made it through one. But because they were short staffed that day, I had to hold my own daughter down while the stabbed her poor little chunky thighs. And to top it off, the nurse kept yelling at me over Skylar screaming that I needed to keep blowing in her face so she would breath. Um. Shut up. I know my daughter, and she's just fine. I don't need to shock her while your stabbing her to death, thanks.
Tomorrow is another round. She's going in for her 3 months baby well, despite the fact that she's almost 4 and a half months old. Between the doctor cancelling and being out of town for an extended period and my hospital visit, we are running late. I haven't minded, but I know we have to go get her in. We need to make sure she is not only happy, but healthy.
I'm also hoping they aren't short staffed. Lord help me if I have to hold her down again. I can't take that sweet little face twisted in agony.
The things we do as parents.
I can tell you this though... I'm stealing a lollipop afterwards.