Pediatricians would seem to be just like veterinarians: Their patients can’t communicate with them to tell them where it hurts.
Maria’s developed a new trick–caterwauling between 6 and 8 pm. My impression of her thoughts:
Ah, that was a great feeding…mmmm….look at that twirly thing up there. I’m so hap–WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!
WHAT THE FREAK IS THAT?!!!
WHY IN THE WORLD DOES MY BOTTOM HURT!
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
MAKEITSTOPMAKITSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
(add 10 mins of that)
[gush, plop. Crying abruptly ends]
Ooooh…what’s that? That’s different.
UGH! That’s weird
WHAT THE FREAK IS THAT?!
WHY IS MY BOTTOM WET AND SMELLY?!
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
[diaper changes]
Wow, that’s a cool baby in the mirror. When do I eat again, mummy? [grin]