{"id":1640,"date":"2011-03-01T09:18:49","date_gmt":"2011-03-01T14:18:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=1640"},"modified":"2011-03-01T09:25:59","modified_gmt":"2011-03-01T14:25:59","slug":"the-waiting-room","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=1640","title":{"rendered":"The Waiting Room…"},"content":{"rendered":"

Slowly but surely my babes are feeling better. <\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

The noise level has increased. \u00a0There is action all around me and yes, fighting and arguing. \u00a0They are becoming themselves again. \u00a0The boys are tired. \u00a0That is pretty much the biggest thing, now and coughing. \u00a0Lots of wet coughing. \u00a0Then just after the coughing, you will hear me nag… “Cover your MOUTH!”<\/p>\n

Yesterday, I took Max and Josh to the doctor’s. \u00a0I knew that Josh’s likely had pneumonia by now and was hoping to avoid being sent to the hospital. \u00a0He was really sick while we were there. \u00a0He was achy, burning up and just wanted to crawl into my lap.<\/p>\n

There was a lot of noise in the waiting room. \u00a0Lots of little ones everywhere. \u00a0Do you notice that there is always a mom that is louder and more obnoxious then everyone else?
\nWell, this was the case yesterday… there were a couple of those moms there. \u00a0The first one reprimanded her son from across the room, constantly. \u00a0She was so loud and harsh I found myself embarrassed for her.<\/p>\n

Then there was another mom and her little one, no more than 3 years of age. \u00a0She was drinking her coffee and he was begging her for some. \u00a0She gave him the latter part of her coffee. \u00a0Then she was yelling at him constantly as she chased him around the room, cursing his activeness.<\/p>\n

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Coffee and a 3 year old? \u00a0Really?<\/p>\n

Then there was the crabby tech in the Xray department. \u00a0She was not a kid friendly person at all. \u00a0Maybe she was an animal person… because her people skills were lacking. \u00a0She was no abrupt with Josh, I wanted to take my heavy “protect me from the radiation” apron and whack her with it.<\/p>\n

Why? \u00a0She is obviously in a job that deals with sick kids. \u00a0Give him a break. \u00a0First of all, relax. \u00a0There wasn’t a line or anyone waiting. \u00a0Chill. \u00a0If she just took her time, it would have been much easier. \u00a0Josh could sense her rudeness and got more worked up.<\/p>\n

Stress.<\/p>\n

All was said and done.. 2 1\/2 hours later, we were out of there. \u00a0Josh was sound asleep before we were on the road. \u00a0We were armed with antibiotics. \u00a0Pneumonia and bronchitis \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0were the diagnosis… Max was told to hydrate!<\/p>\n

While we were in the waiting room, in walked at mom with a newborn baby with the dad and a 15 month old boy. \u00a0I was fascinated. \u00a0That had been me years ago, with Sammy and Tyler… except they were 12 months apart. \u00a0Wow. \u00a0I couldn’t stop watching… \u00a0How I wish I could peep back into those days… \u00a0How I loved that time… when they were so little.<\/p>\n

When I came home, I was recapping my day to Sanj and told him of this little family… who had been to his clinic… I found out. \u00a0All Sanj said when I was talking about that time so long ago was, “We were so poor!”<\/p>\n

I laughed. \u00a0So typical of him. \u00a0And yet sometimes you really just need love… we didn’t miss all the things we didn’t have… not really.<\/p>\n

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