Our 'favit favit duhtuh' (favoritest doctor)

This beautiful person is the cub's Pediatrician, Dr. B.  We had our annual Well-Child visit today.  Boo got a frillion shots in between climbing all four walls of the tiny room and Zee was more bashful than her usual shy-violet-self, but all in all, it went, er, well. 

And, since my go-go-gadget arm had on the camera attachment (as seems to be the norm nowadays), I snapped a picture, for posterity. 

Let me just take a minute here to say that we LOVE this woman.  If I could take the almost certain rejection, I would ask her and her family over for dinner.  But, I am not that brave.  And, I digress. 

Allow me to explain.  Upon our arrival home as a new little family, fourscore and a million days ago, all four of us were very, very sick.  I happened to be the sickest, tragically, so I called up our regular doc's office and begged to see someone, anyone, who could help me feel a little less like a bag of barf.

So, on our first full day home from Africa, I escaped hobbled into our doctor's office (whom I was no huge fan of), was ushered into a little appointment room, and in walked Dr. B, the newest physician on staff.  Upon realizing she was a Family MD/Pediatrician, my head summarily exploded.  I asked if she was taking new patients?  Yes, yes, she said.  Therefore, as I was a new (quite ill) Mom with not one, but two very sick babies at home, and to put it bluntly, very-brown-like-her-babies, I burst into tears.

(You see, we had not yet found a pediatrician to take over after the adoption doctors had finished.)

Then, she gave me a pack of Cipro, and in the cheeriest and most patient of ways, answered the fivethousandeighthundredfortynine questions about the kids that I had hastily scribbled on a scrap of paper before leaving the Den of Snot and Ooze.  Oh, were we ever a gigantic, hot, ugly mess back then.  (Apparently reading hundreds of books/articles/websites/blogs/seminars on adoption and parenting and adoption parenting does almost nothing to prepare you for the actual burly reality of it.  Go figure.)  As I think about it now, it still gives me the shivers remembering how profoundly awful those first several months home were with so many medical issues and sleep issues and comfort-zone-obliterating issues that we were absolutely drowning in.

There were more doctor visits than you could possibly imagine over those first 18 months, and many, many, many doctors saw the kids.  But, but, she was the glittering superstar.  Boo put her through the fiercest tests (he screamed bloody murder from the time we hit the parking lot to the time we left it---as he faithfully did for all the doctors), but she persevered.  Well, actually, I probably put her through the ringer the most, what with my laundry list of questions at every. single. visit.  But, seriously, look at that picture.  Those are a couple of happy, healthy kids who love their doctor friend.

For my part, I'm certain it is mind-numbingly annoying to answer the litany of questions most new mothers have.  I am certain, because I felt the annoyance from other, too-busy-or-important-for-a-new-freaked-out-and-profoundly-exhausted-mom, physicians.  So, inasmuch as my feeble heart can pray, may God make her tribe increase and bless her in the most exceedingest of ways for helping our little camp get healthy and putting our minds at ease over and over and over again as we got our bearings on the bumpy, crater-strewn road that early familyhood was for us.

We adore you, Dr. B.  You are one spectacularly, brilliantly, amazingly awesome M.D.