Ryan had a pre-op appointment yesterday- he has another laser eye surgery coming up soon. He was great- he doesn’t flinch when they poke and prod at him. And unlike Dylan, he doesn’t cry when he gets weighed and measured. He watches with curiosity while they listen to his heart, and take his pulse ox.
When they put the blood pressure cuff on his arm, he reached over with the other hand to remove it. I held his hand to prevent him from doing that again, and being resourceful, he leaned over and bit at it. He can be such a little stinker.
When it came time for the blood work, he laid on the table calmly while the nurses got their equipment together. I think he was more upset about being held down still than the actual pokes. Dylan on the other hand, freaked out- even though he wasn’t the one getting a needle! While I was helping hold Ryan still, a nurse went over and picked Dylan up out of the stroller to comfort him.
It always amazes me that with all the patients that come in and out of the hospital, the doctors and nurses all recognize Ryan, and they all love on him. When we were walking to the parking lot, there was a nurse outside on break, who I didn’t even recognize- who came running over to see him and ask how he was doing. I love that!
After the appointment, we were hungry. I thought about going home, but Cracker Barrel was calling my name. I was a bit hesitant because it was just the twins and I. I mean, I can handle them fine, but the logistics of getting in and out of the restaurant are a bit awkward without an extra set of hands. I suppose I could have brought them in with the stroller, but then I would have had to try to maneuver it around the store part and fold it up and find a place for it in the restaurant part.
But, I grabbed the diaper bag and a twin in each arm and headed in. It wasn’t so bad, especially once I got them buckled in their highchairs. The boys happily slapped the table and babbled to me while we waited for our food. I ordered them lemonade for their sippy cups and it was a wee bit sour for them… their faces were hysterical. They inhaled their carrots- yum. I love Cracker Barrel carrots… and they split a grilled cheese.
An older woman came over to ask how old the boys are and she told me she has twin boys too. She said, ‘Don’t worry dear, it gets easier’
I asked her when… and she said ‘Well mine are 55 now, it’s much easier’
ROFL
I should hope so!




























