Cutest Baby EVER

OK, so I may be biased, but check out my almost 6 month (6 MONTHS, REALLY?) old baby girl, eye infection and all….

I found myself kissing and munching on her cheeks so hard today, I almost swallowed her whole face in one giant sloppy bite. I can’t stop myself!  Why are babies so good to eat? Fingers, toes, cheeks, tummies, noses, even elbows – YUM. The other day I took off Brooke’s little leather shoes and instantly started munching on her toes….and they smelled like feet! Real people feet. What? I realized the leather made her sweaty and much too grown-up-smelling so away with those shoes for now! I must eat feet.

So, speaking of this eye infection. I feel like she has been battling this for half her life, and in reality it has been close. Maybe two months now? It comes and goes, sometimes drains clear tears like Niagra Falls running down her chubby face, and is green boogery and crusty at times.  Our pediatrician told us that when it starts to act up, just start using the Vigamox (eye drop-antibiotic) and quit when it goes away. Of course I wanted to run out of his office screaming, arms flailing to draw attention to this absurd recommendation, “YOU MUST FINISH YOUR COURSE OF ANTIBIOTICS! WHERE DID YOU GRADUATED FROM MEDICAL SCHOOL YOUNG MAN?! YOU ARE A CROCK!” But alas, he is a very good pediatrician so I listen to his advice. After all, what do I know?  I work with old people (Literally. Older than 90? You are my specialty. Bring me your pill bottles).

Something strange happens to me when I take my kids to the clinic for checkups. I lose all credibility as a pharmacist.  I completely forget things I should know, things I do know every other day of my life.  Sometimes even simple math escapes me (ie: calculating a dose of Tylenol for my kids. I did this wrong in front of said pediatrician before. This is the number one reason I don’t like to let people know my profession at the doctor’s office, they think I should be smart ALL DAY LONG. Doesn’t happen. So I let them continue to think I am a highschool drop out who can’t multiply 10 x 15 in her head). Why is it so much more scary and overwhelming when it is YOUR kid they are talking about?  So, I continue with the dang eye drops with no resolution. The kicker – I brought her into the walk-in clinic on Friday, thinking this has been long enough there should be something else I can do. Nope. Keep using the drops. HUH? This defys all logic known to me as a Pharm D.

But in the end, eye infection, or plugged tear duct, or whatever it is, makes her no less kissable and munchable than before.  So if you ever see Brooklyn and she is missing a cheek or big toe, and it looks like someone gobbled it off -  it may have been me.

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