Yesterday was shitty. Around 11am Faith's heart monitor kept going off. It said her BPM was 264 - Close to a baby heart attack. So of course I freak out and call the Dr's office and they say to bring her in right away. They also said she would probably get admitted into Children's again. So, I hurry and call into work, call my mom and Randy, and take off.
Long story short - Her monitor is a piece of shit and I can't wait until it's gone. She's fine. All 8 pounds and 14 ounces of her- just a little over newborn size. Yippy!!!
AND it wasn't her regular Dr. It was a 29 yr old HOTTIE. When we were leaving, Randy said he was really nice. I said " Yeah, nice looking!"
He asked if I was going to start taking the kids to the Dr's office more now(Munchausen Syndrome by Proxy).
Nah, I hate the co-pay. Even if Dr. Hottie is GORGEOUS and SINGLE.
So, on my way home I called work and told them I would be in. Now if I wasn't mature I would have just said fuck it and spent the night at home . But I didn't.
Have I mentioned I hate being an adult?
It SUCKS ASS