The Day that Maybe Kind of Sucked as Badly, or Perhaps Not as Much, as I Thought

This morning’s appointment sucked kind of worse than I expected. I was not 100% wild about this new doctor in the practice. He called Elise a boy before looking at her chart. He initially was really peeved with my feelings about vaccines, but then was on board and cool with it. He/the nurse left us in the exam room for 20 minutes with two hungry infants while they dicked around getting our shots ready. When I told him I was breastfeeding, he asked if I was supplementing at all and if I thought I was producing enough milk for the both of them. If I hadn’t been so bleary-eyed tired from a shitty night of sleep with the girls, I would’ve told him to look at their weight gain and ask me that again, you bastard.

Since we’re spreading out our vax schedule, the girls got two shots today and go back in a month to get the other ones. The shots did not go over very well. Elise got hers first, a stab right in the thigh, and she screamed a sound I’d never heard before. Tears sprang to my eyes as I clutched Althea and told myself over and over again that everything was going to be okay. I nursed Elise after her shot and that calmed her down. Althea didn’t lose her shit as badly as Elise did, but she was still hollering something awful. Moment of triumph: Chris helped me tandem nurse without a nursing pillow or any other props.

On a positive note, Elise has hit double digits at 10 pounds 4 ounces. Althea’s closing the weight gap on her at 9 pounds 14 ounces. Props to the boobie juice.

Also, our girls are “advanced,” according to the pediatrician. Yeah bitches, take that. They can both roll over from belly to back, and the doctor felt that was ahead of the developmental curve, especially since twins tend to lag behind singletons.

On the work front, it wasn’t as bad as I thought. Five hours in the office goes flying by, especially when there are 1300 emails to sift through.

I got thrown into a project right away. The only problem with this was that I was totally exhausted from the aforementioned shitty night of sleep, so I could barely process the information being given to me. “The budget is $70K but this includes markup, and billing is working hourly not by project so we have to convert projects into hours, and you should talk to J to see how to do that, and after that you need to audit the website and the print publication, and then we need a content plan for blah blah blah….”

Uh. Huh? Budget? Hours? Numbers? Website? Hire writers? Content? Are you speaking English? Where am I? Waiter, can I have a cocktail? I need to go pump, excuse me.