Yesterday Nory had her second appointment with the pediatrician. She was a STAR - patiently waiting 90 minutes to see him and smiling throughout his routine examination. WAY TO GO, Sweetie! As your Daddy always says, "YOU'RE THE BEST!"
Let's talk about that 90 minute wait. Not too shocking a duration if you're a Canadian living in Canada (I don't think). But let's say you're a Canadian living where we do - that's when it becomes a bit strange. These long waiting periods - particularly in regards to children - don't tend to happen too often. And when they do happen, Phil and I are very comfortable grabbing a tea and chatting away the minutes (usually). Well, after inquiring about when we might get to see the doctor, the nurses were shocked to learn we were there. Of course I'm thinking, "BUT WE STICK OUT LIKE SORE THUMBS", but they insisted they weren't informed by reception of our presence. Long story short - we decided NOT to file a formal complaint (as advised) against the front desk staff and have decided to "pocket" our doctor's words instead: "You are too civilized for this country. You must make a fuss. Next time, after five minutes, you cause a problem. They will bring you to me." Okay then - in the future we will stray from the "Canadian" stereotype for the sake of getting in and out quickly.
Now let's talk about Nory. Our girlie is 11.5 pounds and 57 cm long! The doctor says she's growing in perfect amounts and we return in one month for her next appointment (a.k.a. the "they don't act like Canadians" appointment - BAHA). He is also said that her bout of vomiting (which I didn't share on the blog because I am STILL upset about it) was likely just a one-day stomach bug and we're to let him know if it continues at all this week. Thankfully - she seems to be on the mend. Inshallah her Mama's sleep habits will follow.
On that note - I feel EXTRA appreciative of great neighbours who answer your frantic knocks with a big hug, a "collect yourself" break, and many parenthood-related laughs.
Hey - it takes a village, RIGHT?!
Let's talk about that 90 minute wait. Not too shocking a duration if you're a Canadian living in Canada (I don't think). But let's say you're a Canadian living where we do - that's when it becomes a bit strange. These long waiting periods - particularly in regards to children - don't tend to happen too often. And when they do happen, Phil and I are very comfortable grabbing a tea and chatting away the minutes (usually). Well, after inquiring about when we might get to see the doctor, the nurses were shocked to learn we were there. Of course I'm thinking, "BUT WE STICK OUT LIKE SORE THUMBS", but they insisted they weren't informed by reception of our presence. Long story short - we decided NOT to file a formal complaint (as advised) against the front desk staff and have decided to "pocket" our doctor's words instead: "You are too civilized for this country. You must make a fuss. Next time, after five minutes, you cause a problem. They will bring you to me." Okay then - in the future we will stray from the "Canadian" stereotype for the sake of getting in and out quickly.
Now let's talk about Nory. Our girlie is 11.5 pounds and 57 cm long! The doctor says she's growing in perfect amounts and we return in one month for her next appointment (a.k.a. the "they don't act like Canadians" appointment - BAHA). He is also said that her bout of vomiting (which I didn't share on the blog because I am STILL upset about it) was likely just a one-day stomach bug and we're to let him know if it continues at all this week. Thankfully - she seems to be on the mend. Inshallah her Mama's sleep habits will follow.
On that note - I feel EXTRA appreciative of great neighbours who answer your frantic knocks with a big hug, a "collect yourself" break, and many parenthood-related laughs.
Hey - it takes a village, RIGHT?!
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