Last night, we wound up making another trip to children's hospital because Pint Size was having a bit of respiratory distress after his surgery. It seems that one of the many wonderful mutations that kids with Downs get to live with is a narrow esophagus. He's fine now, as they pumped him up with a weeks worth of steroids and a bit of epinephrine. Still, this ER trip wasn't without its entertainment value... the on duty pediatrician last night was one Andrew Love, M.D.
That's right kids... Pint Size was being healed by Doctor Love.
I kept trying not to snicker, especially when the doc had to stick Pint Size with a needle, and my brain kept screaming at me "My boy is getting a shot from Dr. Love three days before Valentine's day!!! Bwah-hah-ha!!!" Every time Silverfox asked me to go find the man, a chorus of Motley Crue's "Calling Dr. Love" strted playing in my head over and over again.
I couldn't help before they discharged us to tell the good Doctor that I imagined he takes a great deal of ribbing for his name this time of year... he just grinned and replied "Yeah... I won't work on Valentines day."