Doctor time for these two guys - funny how excited Brett gets about these visits. He totally believes in a Dr.'s power to heal and will frequently tell me his tummy/leg/head hurts and he "needs to go to the Dr." He also believes in band-aids - the one on his forehead is for a tiny cut he got a week ago but he insists he still needs a band-aid and freaks out when it is removed. We pick our battles and well, the band-aid won this one.
This visit was for Brett's 4-year checkup and Cade's 18 month. Knowing Brett would be getting 4 shots, I'd asked Mike to meet me to help manage Cade while I did the hold down. Brett was a champ - a few tears but not one bit of fighting and kicking. Thank heavens because when the Dr. entered our room, Cade sustained a pretty good injury. He happened to be right by the door and his toe took the brunt of it. The skin was totally peeled back, nail broken, and lots of blood. The poor guy was just wailing. I was grateful that the Dr. could take care of things but was even more glad when Mike walked in. He took that screaming boy in his arms and settled him down in no time. Dr.'s may know all that book stuff healing but they've got nothing on daddy's strong arms.
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