on sunday i held the Chubby baby all during church and my arms hurt my whole nightshift afterwards. its a very chubby baby. a butterball. a fifty-pound butterball turkey of a baby!
sick babies are multiplying this week.
on sunday night i had one sick baby. last night i had two sick babies and a third had gone out by ambulance before i got there.
i understand that babies are people too and thus get sick. but the one sick baby? holy strangeness! the baby had stomatitis (a mouth infection i haven't seen since oncology) that occurred after having a rotten tooth pulled out. the tooth was rotten because the baby has TRENCH MOUTH. How on earth does a two year-old get trench mouth?!?!?!
the second baby was a cutey. he was one year-old. he looked as if he had Down's syndrome but one of the nurses is adamant that he doesn't. but i'm annoyed with that nurse so i'm not listening to her. i'm very mature. hello my name is JV and i'm mature. my coworker had brought his wife's baby sling to show another RN who had just become a grandma so i got to test it out with the one year-old. it was like having a monkey on my hip and i still had both hands free to do my work! monkey monkey monkey!
4 comments:
You sound a bit 'mother hen'y. Do you want a baby, JV?
(This is not an offer, just an inquiry.)
my nephew is the cutest.
I know of a good baby source. Just let me get my cedar basket and sap... they'll never see me coming!
Signed,
T'Sonokwa
(a.k.a. QP)
enjoying holding babies is not the same as wanting one. and even if it were, i wouldn't be so desperate to resort to thievery... though it would be a good way to ensure i got the one i wanted...
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