I was talking on the phone to my dad on Friday night. We were planning to go to my sister's house Saturday morning, and DD #1 (Molly) had started throwing up. I spoke briefly with my mom, and then she handed the phone to my dad because he was trying to suggest ways to raise her Ph and help her body take care of the problem. What happened was what always happens when I talk to my dad, rather than be specific to the issue at hand, I get a 45-minute lecture on nutritional theory. Not that it's not interesting and enlightening, but I have had the conversation with him before (more than once). I have added to what he has to say, providing support for his ideas, providing new information in some cases, even. I enjoy the conversation. Because it seems that conversations of this nature are always had more than once with my dad
, I wouldn't mind having it again;however, when I am on the phone, telling him she is puking, going to the bathroom with her, saying, "Oh, honey, " wiping her mouth, trying to keep her from sticking her entire head in my MIL's toilet, and he is, without a pause in speaking, going on in my ear about carbon in the bloodstream, I get a little freaked out. As I am telling him, I am going to have to call my sister and see what she has to say. She is due with her first baby in less than 3 weeks, and I can totally understand if she does not want us to come. The lecture continues. I hardly call it a discussion because it is not two-sided. I start tapping. I only tap briefly. I tap thinking about my annoyance and frustration. Usually, this goes on until I give up and have to get off the phone. Shortly after I stopped tapping, he stopped, and said, "Well, I know you have your hands full, and you don't need to have me talking at you all night. I hope that you can make it. I miss those kids. I don't see them enough. I might miss Molly most of all because she's such a light. I am sorry that you have to be in that situation."
Wow.
Jody
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