The no bedside manner having doctor told me Jory's foot needed to be soaked as much as possible so the sore/bump could burst and the pus could ooze out on its own without him having to intervene.
I told this to Oma, after picking her up on Tuesday after we left the doctor, when I got home it really hadn't been done. Why? Why, because Jory was screaming and crying. Uh yeah, but he needs to get better. He needs for the sore on the ball of his foot to go away so he can walk on both his feet and not me carrying him for the rest of his life. But her grandson's comfort more important than his foot getting better, obviously. I guess this is something I'll understand better when Jory has kids. I wonder if I'll be carrying him around still then?
Well, it did get soaked a little when Aunt Brenda came over. Thank God for Aunt Brenda and her medical training. She can stay so calm and cool when her sister wants to lose it.
So I came home and had to put the smack down. And I learned that you can have story time and devotional time while your daughters sit on the bathroom rug, as you sit on the edge of the bathtub with your son, making sure his foot stays in the warm water, while he's bawling and sometimes screaming. It's amazing as a mother the things you learn to ignore. Awesome ability that is. Is that a superpower ability?
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