I posted some of this on Facebook, but this morning's conversations definitely deserve documentation, moreso because when I have a bad day and feel dumb, I want to remember these two so I can feel like Einstein. Mean? Probably. But you had to be there to see it...it was unbelievable. I honestly never knew people could be so dumb.
The other preemie mom had a beautiful quilt (obviously a quilt and NOT something crocheted/knitted) and the 21 y.o. asks who knitted it for her. The mom replied that someone gave it to her from her registy. The 21 y.o. looks confused and asked, "So you just told somebody you wanted a knitted blanket with her name on it and they got it for you?"Ummm....where on that blanket did you see her name?
REALLY? Come on, you canNOT be that clueless.
The morning drags on and the 18 y.o. is complaining that her back hurts b/c she's carrying around a 13lb baby all day. I'm betting the problem isn't your baby - it's the 300+lbs of belly fat and giant behind you're carrying along with her. She begs her sister to give her a back massage and says she deserves it b/c she has to watch her (her own, mind you, HER) baby all day long.
SO WHAT? You're the mom. And by the way, 13lbs is a spit in the bucket. Just wait until she's 3 years old and 40lbs and wants you to carry her around.
This baby had a HORRIBLE sounding rasp and was breathing really heavily, and when asked about it (I was gonna keep my kiddo far away from that!) she said she does that all the time and throws up her own phlegm.
Nice.
After ten minutes of listening to the 21 y.o. talk about how she got her last job at Subway by directing the making of her own sandwich, she then asks if anyone knows what they're going to ask her at her job interview this afternoon.
How the heck are we supposed to know?
Somehow the talk (their talk) turned to hospital bill and how they didn't care how much it was b/c they have Medicaid. Well, so do we but I'm not about to advertise it and gloat about it. Then she asks a lot of personal questions of the other mother about why she doesn't have Medicaid and why don't they just give it to everyone?
Geez.
Then she spies our monitor (which, by the way, had been on the floor the entire time we'd been sitting there), looks at it, looks at Ruthie, and says, "What's wrong with your baby?"
:::Bite your tongue, Gina....she wouldn't even understand why if you let loose at her:::
Idiot.
I felt bad for that baby. She clearly had some issues - was 10 months old and not rolling or sitting up or anything. She had a feeding tube and was seriously breathing like an old man with emphysema. Her head kept flopping back and they would cram (literally, cram) the paci into her mouth at every squawk. The sisters kept fighting over her - the aunt wanted to hold her but the mom wouldn't let her unless she (the aunt) gave her a back massage.
It was beyond ridiculous. I've never been so glad to get out of there.


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