TheMommyBlog

Tuesday, September 30, 2003

...when I thought today would be a happy lark to the hospital where it would be like Old Home Week followed by lots of playtime at the trains?? Dylan was a frightened mess for the first time ever during his echo, and then we waited FOREVER to see the doctor. Ninety minutes in Diagnostic Services and two hours in the clinic waiting room yielded three minutes of “how’s-he-doing-everything-all-right-well-great-come-back-in-two-years!”

And the trains weren’t even running. We poked at the buttons and made them go chuggachuggawoowoo a few times and then got the hell out of there.