Thursday, May 20

Big Pointy

Ruby went for her two month doctor visit yesterday. Remember Raising Arizona? “He’s just gotta have his Dip-Tet honey!” Watching a nurse stick a two and a half inch needle into your only child’s three inch leg is a little disconcerting. According to Ruby, having a huge needle shoved into your tiny leg is MORE than a little disconcerting. She cried her “THIS IS FOR REAL” cry which is differentiated from her other “I’m just being a pain so that you will pay attention to me” cries by intensity, tears, and volume.

“Quick doc, I need a blow-dryer and a vibrating puppy-chair… STAT!”

She eventually did calm down, and was sleepy and a little feverish through a long/rough day. With the help of my Grandmother, we bought a little car with a backseat for Ruby. Ani and I both have two-seater trucks, and even though mine has an extended cab with a seatbelt for the child restraint, it was kind of difficult to get anything done, especially if someone else wanted to go with us. Neither my friend Paul nor my grandmother drives. I suppose that I could tell Paul to jump in the bed of the truck, but I don’t think grandma would be too happy back there, and I do pick her up at least once a week and take her to run her errands. Even though I knew the car guys, and we got a GREAT deal, it was a pretty stressful day, one of those days where you don’t have lunch until 3pm and your blood sugar is low, you are tired, googly and a little weirded out. After juggling to get the new car, Grandma's old car, Ruby, Ani, and Grandma to their respective houses, Ruby began to cry like I’ve never seen before, even worse than she did when there were huge pieces of steel jammed into her leg. I can’t explain how heart breaking that is to hear. She was inconsolable for at least an hour, and then as quickly as it started, it stopped. She slept really well last night and has been cute and giggly ever since.

When I was a baby, I guess I had colic. I cried (screamed) nonstop for three months. Here’s a formal apology and thank you to my mom for dealing with it so lovingly and successfully. I know it wasn’t the last pain or stress that I caused you, but I’ve got to start somewhere. Thanks.