I realize that I am extremely tardy with this post. Oh well, I am the only one that reads it anyhow. I am going to write this as if it happened today even though it happened two weeks ago because it's easier.
Today we had Dylan's second doctors appointment. Inevitably, the appointment was right at the time that he decided that he needed to eat. Since he wanted to eat and we were not obliging his request he of course cried...loud. The jolly round doctor came in the office and noticed Dylan's dissatisfaction with the fact the he did not have a breast squirting delicious nourishment into his mouth and said "How about I let you feed him and I'll come back in about 15 minutes?"
Holly and I quickly agreed. The reason I mention it is because I thought that it was very cool of him to do this as opposed to popping in some ear plugs and rushing us through. Fifteen minutes later he came back in and proceeded to check the height, weight, head circumference etc etc. Everything looked good.
Then the sacrificial ceremony began, the nurse came in and asked me to hold Dylan. She then proceeded to stab Dylan's heel. I believe they called it heel prick, but no it was definitely a stab. I was expecting one prick, instead this lady went to town on Dylan's foot stabbing it repeatedly like she was OJ Simpson. Of course, while this nurse was inflicting pain on my child the only thing that Dylan could see was me holding him...what a bitch. Once Dylan's foot was thoroughly aerated she then broke out this card that had about five circles on it. Apparently these circles needed to be completely filled with blood from Dylan's foot. So the nurse starts dabbing the circles with Dylan's foot pushing forcefully to make sure the blood soaked through the paper. It reminded me of when I used to go to bingo with my mom and they would have the colored ink dabbers...my son was a bingo ink dabber!