Parenting twins can be quite a task, as all would agree. More so when they are sick, down and out. The days and nights seems like a blurry vision as one merges into another. Well to begin with if one is affected the other too goes down shortly, just like the Titanic (couldn't help comparing).
Then the husband and doctor enters the scene to salvage the situation. The husband and the doctor does not see eye-to-eye on most issues, caught in this debate is poor mom and of course the suffering kids. Well the debate , as you might wonder, can be from whether or not to go to the long time pediatrician, try new ones, who in other words agree to the husband's views on medication, never mind he is not a doctor himself. So there awaits a trip to some sleepy doctor (that was my perception), who listened patiently and then gave some medicines which refused to work.
Finally mom won and so the kids, mom and husband planted themselves in front of the long time pediatrician. Doctor does a routine and then prescribes some medicines. Husband on the defense does not agree. The extremely optimistic part to this is of course the mom, who just refuses to participate in this fruitless exercise and does as she please (smug smile in place!) and that is listen to the long time pediatrician.
The long time doctor wins hands down as her medications show some improvement while the husband shifts the kudos entirely to the antibiotics administered. Who prescribed them in the first place?
FYI the husband is a doting dad and is generally cautious when it comes to his apples of his eyes. Hence the situation is replayed each time the pudding pies fall sick.
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