…Anyway, I digress. After arriving at the office, we had a long wait AS I EXPECTED and as it ALWAYS happens. I capitalized that for a reason, don’t worry about why. Before JT arrived with Keisha, this woman to my right watched me as I took William’s coat off.

She then said, “aww SHE is pretty.”

I paused for a moment and then slightly shook my head in disbelief. I know this woman did not just call my son a SHE.

I replied, “thank you.”

Then the woman says, “how old is SHE?”

I can feel the blood rushing to my head. This is one thing you just don’t do to a mom. Mistaking the sex of a mother’s child is equitable to a sin… of some sort.

I replied, “HE is almost five months old. HE will be five months old on the 14th.”

Now all of this time, I am not looking at the woman. I gave my full attention to William as I took his coat off. But I could fill the embarrassment from the woman to my right.

“Aww… I’m sorry she said.”

I can’t remember if I responded “that’s okay,” or I was evil and said nothing at all. Then I said, “HIS sister is on her way with HIS father. They are twins, a BOY and a girl.” Anywhere I could stress that William is a BOY, I did so. Then JT and Keisha arrived and I quickly calmed down.

JT and I sat in the waiting room and played with the twins while we waited and waited and waited some more. I would normally think that the office is punishing us for being late, but this ONE TIME, JT and I were actually on time and we waited nearly and hour and some change. Boy was that a frustrating afternoon. When the nurses called William’s name I was only briefly relieved because I knew another waiting period was to follow after the nurse does the height and weight check.

Highlight of the morning: William weighed in at 17 pounds, 9 ounces (he did JUST drink 7 ounces lol…) and is now 26 ? inches tall!! My little man is moving on up there. And ladies and gentleman, my son is not fat and please don’t EVER be tempted. Don’t worry about what I would do if you felt daring for the moment. This is another thing you DO NOT tell a mother about her child, even it is true LOL. In my case, William isn’t even overweight so when someone says FAT it burns my ears to no end. Go call those Maury Povich children that weigh 110lbs and still in diapers. That is what we call FAT.

I digress again. Since we were squeezed into the appointment book, William’s regular pediatrician (Dr. F.) did not see him. I normally cringe when I find out that Dr. F. cannot see the children, but this time around we were fortunate to get a VERY good pediatrician, Dr. N. Dr. N asked very important probing questions about all of our concerns. Regarding the heavy and fast breathing, since there was no evidence of congestion in his chest, Dr. N. said William was probably dreaming, maybe even a nightmare. GOODNESS mom you’re good (see above paragraph)!! When William had a little spit up yesterday day, it was probably from the chicken and sweet potatoes not agreeing with his tummy. The urine in the diaper… Dr. N. had a nurse run a test on a sample of William’s urine and thankfully there was no infection. The cause was from friction between the diaper and skin. Dr. N. stated that keeping the area lubricated would heal the abrasion.

JT and I were quite relieved to say the least. William AND Keisha are two very strong babies… we call them our little troopers.

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