First, I've developed thrush again. I recognized the symptoms and was lucky enough to get a refill on my prescription for nipple ointment. So I went to the compounding pharmacy where it's made, both boys in tow. I would normally try to do this errand without them, but today wasn't a normal day and I needed the ointment before the long weekend.
Jack was clinging to me like a little monkey, whiny and sad. Gus was walking around the waiting room, touching everything. He wasn't bothering anything, nor destroying it. Just touching things. The woman behind the counter exited my good graces when she told him to not touch the business cards. The ones set up in fun little mortar-and-pestal holders on the coffee table. Irresistibly interesting and fun. I would have stopped him if he'd been throwing them around or something, but he was just sliding his fingers over them. As I was attempting to pay for my prescription Gus decided to go exploring. I was signing the receipt, chasing after Gus, holding Jack, and trying to answer the woman's questions.
"Are they twins?" Yes.
"Are they fraternal?" Yes.
"How old are they?" Two.
"You must have your hands full!" Yes.
"And with another little one at home? My goodness." Um... what?
By the time I fully comprehended this last question, we were thankfully on our way out the door. The woman behind the counter assumed I had thrush and needed the nipple ointment because I was nursing an infant.
Nope. I nurse my two year old twins. And I happen to get thrush every now and again. I seriously debated going back to tell her this, but realized how silly that would be. I had told the boys we were heading to the park, and going anywhere BUT the park would have been crazy at that point.
My second errand today was buying new nursing bras. I buy relatively cheap ones at J C Pen.ney so they wear out quickly but are easily replaceable. They were out of my size, so I ordered some to be shipped to the store. I was sans children, but tired from the day and not really wanting to chat with the woman behind the counter.
"When is the baby due?" Oh, they're already here.
"They? Twins? Boy and girl? Identical or fraternal?" Yes. Yes. Two boys. Fraternal.
"How old are they?" Two.
"Oh, how precious! I remember those days! Two months is such a precious time." Um... what?
I said two, not two months. Sigh. I took the easy way out, didn't correct her, and went upstairs to see if there were any good kids' clearance items. Size 24 months, of course.
I started to feel bad about not educating those two older women about the normalcy of natural duration nursing. But then I realized I was doing pretty well by setting an example for other mothers I know, and my family. Until I get that banner made, it will have to do.
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