#Pediatrician advice

[familythings]

Raising Happy Children: Insights from a Pediatrician

Every parent dreams of raising happy children, but many struggle to find the right approach. Pediatrician Jonathan Williams is a father of five. He claims he has a “surprising secret.” It can help ensure your kids grow up to be well-adjusted and joyful. This simple yet effective strategy revolves around getting children involved in household tasks. The Power of Contribution Based in Utah, Dr.…

[aropride]

the cdc now recommends you take an ibuprofen and walk it off, advice you could also get from literally any dad ever

[peaceeandcoolestvibes]

Literally the best podcast on the internet like 99% of the videos are the literal truth

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[mothandpidgeon]

P Boy Podcasts

I was swapping podcast recs with @schnarfer and asked her what kind of podcasts would each of the Pedro boys host? (I’m a bit of a podcast junkie. I'm literally listening to one right now.) Well, we were brainstorming and I went and created episode art for each of their shows. Which ones are you subscribing to?

Nic on Nic Get a peek into the brain of legendary talent Nicolas Cage. Cage collaborator (and fanboy) Javi Guttierez is watching everything from Con Air to National Treasure 2. Take a deep dive into the films of Nic Cage and hear exclusive interviews with the man himself.

The Unfortunates There are spies living among us, everyday people living double lives. What makes them do it? And how do they keep their secrets? Each week, Dave York shares a true story from the clandestine world of espionage. 

Foundlings Din Djarin’s parenting journey has never gone to plan because he never planned on becoming a dad! Come along as he navigates the challenges of single parenting a 50 year old son. Each week Din leads insightful discussions with a range of guests— pediatricians, parenting experts, and  other parents that are just trying to figure it all out.

Declassified Drugs, danger, and dames. The fall of Escobar made way for the Cali Cartel. Hear the story from  Agent Javier Pena as he recalls the hunt for the Cali Cartel and reveals details that have never been heard before. 

Tales from the Green Ezra shares spooky fales of distant worlds on this anthology fiction podcast. All set on the Green Moon, these bizarre and enthralling stories introduce you to a lush world filled with intrigue and danger. 

Heist The Mona Lisa only became a cultural icon after it was stolen in 1911. Learn about the greatest capers in the art world with host Marcus Pike. Hear first hand accounts going undercover during his time in the FBI. 

No Cap 4 best friends chat about anything and everything. Hear Santi, Will, Frankie, and Ben give their takes on dating, travel, and current events. You’ll love listening to them react to r/aita. 

UNKNOWN ZONE Alien encounter? Evidence of the lost city of Atlantis? Ghost fucking? Sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction. Join celebrity host Dieter Bravo for real life brushes with the unknown!

Joel’s Construction Corner Have a burning home improvement question? Or maybe you just like a southern drawl? Host Joel Miller has 30 years of experience in contracting and he’s here to share his advice with you. As soon as he figures out how to use this damn computer. Ellie does the ad reads with a pun for every one. 

Hungry History What does the invention of margarine have to do with Napoleon? Did Marco Polo really introduce pasta to Italy? Which Founding Father had a craving for ice cream? Follow your stomach to discover the origins of your favorite foods as we travel back in time with host Pero Tovar. 

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I might've gone overboard. But I wish these all existed???

If you reblog this please rec me your favorite podcasts in the tags.

[vibratingskull]

Thrawn x F!reader

Tags : tooth-rotting fluff

You wake up in the night to discover Thrawn giving the bottle to your daughter, a gentle smile on his lips and quiet love in his eyes

You open your eyes in a flash and turn your head towards your chrono. 

3 am. 

Frost! 

FrostFrostFrostFrost FrostFrostFrostFrost FrostFrostFrostFrost FrostFrostFrostFrost! 

You swiftly pull the cover off your body, grab your robe, and pass it on as you head toward your baby’s room. She’s not even 2 weeks old and you’re already slacking off... 

But you can’t help it. This pregnancy and delivery were so exhausting... You dream of a full night's sleep and a good nap through the day. But taking care of Thanan, even with the active help of Thrawn, is such a trial. 

You knew caring for a newborn would be difficult and you prepared in consequence, but DEAR MAKER you could have never prepared for that. You love your daughter, and you would kill yourself and anyone to ensure her safety and happiness, but the amount of labor was unplannable. And despite all the books read, the videos watched, and advice taken from experienced parents and pediatricians, you must admit: You are thoroughly humbled by the experience. 

Even Thrawn seems unsure of himself sometimes.  

He is the most confident of you two and the rock you hold onto when uncertainty threatens to drown you, but it now happens that Thrawn turns his gaze to you in helplessness. You see him hesitate and second-guess himself for the first time since you met him. He hides it well before you to not alarm you, but you know your husband, you came to recognize that flicker in his eyes, that lingering doubt darkening his shining eyes. 

Is he doing well with her? Is he providing proper care? Is he attentive enough? 

You never thought you would see the day when Thrawn would seem lost, but parenthood is apparently a trial for everybody and even your unsinkable Grand Admiral seems to falter before your baby’s tears, wondering in horror if he did something wrong before taking back control of the situation. 

You have the same questions harassing you, and despite your other parent friends reassuring words that you are both doing really good all things considered, even better than most of them, you cannot silence the fear of hurting or failing your baby.   

May the Maker help you in this mess you think as you yawn behind your hand. 

You enter the nursery and check the room’s temperature before approaching the bassinet softly to not startle your baby and wake up Thrawn but when you bend over to take Thanan in your arms, you realize the crib is empty. 

You are seized by the irrational fear that she somehow managed to fall from the crib and break her neck. 

But obviously this is impossible. 

You hurriedly go around the apartment in search of your little one, closing your robe to soothe yourself until you open the kitchen door and discover Thrawn, leaning against the counter, Thanan in his arms as he holds a feeding bottle to her mouth. 

She suckles on it hard and Thrawn observes his baby with a gentle, tender smile on his face. 

You let out a relieved sigh, holding your knees for support as your beating heart slowly calms down, prompting Thrawn to turn his head towards you, shooting you a tight grin. 

“How are you Ch’acah?” He asks, cradling your baby gently. 

“Relieved... I was starting to worry about not finding her.” You raise back up. 

The kitchen light is dim, only the bulb over the sink is on, giving the room an aura of mystery but also quiet peace as the stars shine through the window with their serene white light. 

He lowers his gaze back to her as she yelps, drinking too much milk at once. He takes out the teat from her mouth to let her gurgle, her tummy finally full of warm milk. 

“She started to cry, so I came to check on her.” He explains, slowly rocking the dearest of both of your heart 

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” You ask, approaching them, “My milk is better than formula”. 

“You need to sleep and recover, Ch’acah.” He explains, caressing a drop of milk off her little mouth with his thumb. “ 

“I can feed her at night!” You insist. 

“Sleep.” He closes the matter, “Let me handle the night feeding times, this is the least I can do after you carried her for nine months. It is not the first time I do it.” 

“What do you mean?” You squint. 

“You never noticed?” He tilts his head at you with a soft gaze, “You slept through her crying at night several times.” 

“I... What?” You realize horrified. 

Do you really do that? Sleeping peacefully while your baby cries because she is scared or hungry? 

How could you? 

How dare you? 

You are a terrible mother! The worst of all, the- 

“Ch’acah, do not cry my sweet. It was in no way a reproach.” Thrawn says softly. 

“I am... Horrible!” You gasp, a hand before your mouth as you feel tears filling your eyes. 

“You are not a horrible mother in any measure.” He counters immediately, “You just gave birth, you are exhausted, and you need to rest and sleep, I am here to take care of her.” He opens his arm to invite you into his embrace. 

You come to nudge yourself against his tall body, silent tears rolling down your cheeks. He fondly rocks you both, letting his naturally warmer body heat you up as he presses you tightly against himself. 

“I am failing her...” 

“No, you do not. This is post-partum speaking.” He reassures sweetly, brushing his nose in your hair, “You simply need a little time to adjust. Welcoming a newborn is life-changing, our entire routine is shaken up, and you cannot modify your lifestyle in a day.” 

“You did!” 

“I did not carry a baby for nine months, gave birth to her, and saw my hormone balance completely shift the entire time. I can wake up several times at night without it impacting me, you cannot and you should not.” 

You sniff, wiping your tears away with the back of your hand. 

“Are you all right, Ch’acah?” He asks gently, his knuckles caressing your cheek. 

You nod weakly,  slowly accepting the situation. 

“Keep on sleeping for now, I will handle it. We will see in two or three months if you can wake up to feed her at night, for now, you will rest.” He orders tenderly. 

You are about to respond when Thanan hiccups, prompting you two to chuckle lightly at the cute sound. Thrawn lowers his head to fondly kiss her forehead ridges before lifting her up to his shoulder and patting her back. She burps, a bubble of milk on her lips. 

“I did not use formula.” He whispers, mindful of the baby’s ears close to his mouth “I used the milk you pumped this afternoon, do not worry.” He continues, his large hand caressing her little back. 

Seeing that simple scene makes your heart beat faster and your stomach feels fuzzy. It’s almost like love was about to choke you with its ever-growing size. You lay your head on Thrawn’s shoulder and he delicately gives Thanan to you, circling his arms around your shoulders and waist. 

You look down at your baby, her blue skin as vibrant as her father and her shining rubies, already sharp with intelligence... 

You would kill for her. 

You know it. 

For the both of them. 

You press her tightly against your heart and she yawns , ready to fall asleep again. 

Thrawn kisses your temple lovingly, a purr vibrating in his throat and chest. 

“Let’s put her to bed, I will feed her again in three hours. Sleep my love, I will handle it. You can count on me.” 

@bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar @thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @elise2174 @debonaire-princess @twilekchiss @pencil-urchin@ineedazeezee @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @obbicrystaleo @germie2037 @leo4242564@davesrightshoe @holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni 

[b1ackoutartist]

Wrapped

The soft lullaby hummed through the small apartment, a gentle tune breaking the silence of the night. Natasha Romanoff, once a feared and respected CEO, was now frequently found dozing off on the nursery floor, fingers entwined with those of her baby son, Alex.

The dining room was exquisitely decorated. Soft chandeliers, glinting silverware, and crisp tablecloths laid the foundation for a perfect family dinner. But there was an unmistakable tension in the air, more palpable than the rich aroma of food that wafted through the room.

Y/N gently cradled baby Alex, who cooed and drooled, blissfully unaware of the strained dynamics around the table. On one side was Melina, her icy gaze focused primarily on Y/N, occasionally darting to the baby. Opposite her sat Alexei, a silent observer, while Yelena played peek-a-boo with baby Alex, trying to lighten the mood.

Y/N attempted small talk. "Melina, this roast looks delicious."

Ignoring the compliment, Melina quipped, "Isn't it a bit too early for Alex to be teething, dear?"

Y/N's face flushed. "Every baby is different. The pediatrician said it's normal."

"It's just that when Natasha was a baby," Melina began, her voice dripping with passive aggression, "she followed every milestone to the letter. And Yelena, too."

Yelena rolled her eyes, shooting Y/N a sympathetic look. "Mama, can we not do this tonight?"

But Melina continued, "Natasha has a lot on her plate as a CEO, and I don’t think she needs more stress. Perhaps if you focused more on understanding the baby and less on whatever you've been doing..."

Y/N’s grip tightened around Alex. "I'm doing my best, Melina."

Natasha clenched her fist. "Mother, enough!"

Alexei tried to lighten the atmosphere, sharing an old anecdote from Natasha’s childhood. But Melina’s criticisms, veiled under the guise of 'advice', continued. They stung Y/N, the insecurities she tried so hard to bury resurfacing with each jab.

Y/N tried to focus on Alex, feeding and playing with him, but her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Yelena slid closer to Y/N. "Ignore her," she whispered. "You're doing great. And Nat thinks so too."

Just then, Alex wailed, startling everyone. Y/N tried to soothe him, but Melina's sharp voice cut through, "Do you even know how to hold him right?"

That was the last straw for Natasha. Standing up, she addressed her mother coldly, "Can I talk to you? Outside."

The room was silent as the two women left. Alexei sighed heavily, turning his attention to his food, while Yelena tried to comfort the shaken Y/N.

Outside, Natasha and Melina stood facing each other, the night air charged with tension.

"I won’t let you belittle Y/N any longer," Natasha started, her voice stern and unwavering.

"She's not right for you," Melina retorted, "She's keeping you from your responsibilities. She doesn’t even know how to raise Alex properly."

"You don't get to decide that. She’s an amazing mother, and I love her," Natasha countered, "If you can't respect that, then you won’t see Alex or me again."

Melina's eyes widened in disbelief. "You'd choose her over your own family?"

"I am choosing my family. Y/N and Alex are my family. And if you can’t accept that, then you’re pushing us away, not the other way around."

The weight of Natasha’s words hung heavy in the air. Melina looked away, struggling to find words.

The weight of Natasha’s words hung heavy in the air. Melina looked away, struggling to find words. The two women stood in silence, the cool night breeze whipping around them, carrying with it an air of finality.

After a few minutes, Natasha turned on her heels and walked back inside. The atmosphere in the dining room was thick, and everyone turned their attention to her as she entered. Without saying a word, she took baby Alex from Y/N's arms. "Get your things," she instructed gently but firmly, "We're leaving."

Y/N nodded, her eyes misting over with tears, yet she felt a strange sense of relief. She stood up, her movement drawing Yelena's attention. The younger woman approached her, whispering, "I'll come by tomorrow, okay? Just take care of yourself and Alex."

As Y/N moved to gather their things, Alexei tried to mediate. He stood, approaching his red-headed daughter. "Natasha, stay. Let's talk this out."

Natasha looked at him, her green eyes icy and resolute. "I appreciate it, but there’s nothing more to say. I won't let anyone disrespect my family."

The old bear of a man looked saddened. "Just remember this is your home. Always."

Natasha offered him a weak smile, appreciating his sentiment but knowing that tonight, leaving was the right choice. She adjusted baby Alex in her arms, feeling his little heartbeat against her. The weight of her son was grounding, a constant reminder of what mattered most.

With Y/N by her side, and their belongings in hand, they made their way to the door. The house that was once filled with laughter and joy seemed cold and unwelcoming. But as the door closed behind them, they knew they were stepping into a new chapter, one where they could create a loving environment for Alex and themselves.

Yelena and Alexei watched them go, a mix of sadness and understanding in their eyes. Melina, still outside, heard the car start and drive off. She leaned against the wall, a wave of regret washing over her. The realization that she might have lost her daughter and grandson because of her stubbornness weighed heavy on her heart.

[storm-angel989]

The last request I asked for was absolutely amazing, I loved it! I’ve been into reading sickfics recently and I’d love to see how valentino and reader’s daughter would be taken care of when she has a stomach bug

Hi there!

Enjoy! I love writing these sweet little fics! Dad Val is literally my favorite!

<3 Mandy

Valentino knew that look.

The scrunched up face, hand on tummy “Daddy I don’t feel so good,” look that was inevitably followed by projectile vomiting. 

He swore, sometimes kids were worse than drunk adults. At least sometimes they had the witherwell to go to the bathroom, rather than force him to pull her as quickly as he could to the toilet.

“Oh bebita,” he sighed as he held back her hair. “Something didn’t sit right in your tummy did it?” He could feel the heat radiating off of her little body and with his one free hand, texted Vox. 

She started to sniffle and Valentino gently rubbed her back. His heart ached for his little girl.

“No no, don’t cry, I know your tummy hurts, but crying will only make things worse,” he said as soothingly as he could. 

Instead she doubled over again.

“Want Mommy,” she whined. “Papi, I want Mommy.”

“Mommy isn’t here mi amore,” he replied patiently as he carefully wiped her face. He reached over and rummaged around in the vanity drawer before coming up with the thermometer. He pressed it to her ear and pulled away when it beeped. He sighed at the number- 103.2. Way too high for his liking. 

Her whimpers turned to tears and he gently held her to his chest as he sat cross legged on the floor with her. She hiccuped again and he positioned her right back to the toilet. 

“Hey, you guys okay?” Vox asked as he pushed open the bathroom door. “Oh no, what’s wrong with the baby?” 

“She feels warm and she’s throwing up, reader is out of town and…Vox can you…” Valentino sighed unhappily. “Can you get me a cool wash cloth for her and call the pediatrician? Just put him on speakerphone.” 

Vox looked ever so slightly amused but dialed the memorized number as he damped a washcloth. Valentino carefully held it against his daughter’s forehead as he explained her symptoms to the doctor. A quick diagnosis of the stomach bug and suggestions for pedialyte and children's tylenol. Ice chips and popsicles. Crackers when she decided she was hungry. Vox hung up the phone and looked at Valentino.

“You heard the doc, it's going around. Rest, lots of fluids as she’ll tolerate them.” Vox turned to the sink and quickly filled a dixie cup with water. “Just have her sip on this for now.”

Valentino gave him a look.  “Vox, I’m not going to sit here and let this fever fester. Or let her keep getting sick. Go downstairs, tell the nurse I need a pediatric IV and…”

“Oh fuck no. Sorry Val, but I’m not letting you stick a needle into her. Adults are one thing, she’s too little,” Vox replied firmly. “And no offense, but your wife would be livid if you ignored the doctors advice and did fuck all. Besides, she’s got to get it all out of her system.”

“Language,” Valentino grumbled. But he knew Vox was right. He made a mental note to take a few courses on pediatric care. Just so Vox wouldn’t be right next time. 

“Listen, I’ll run to the store right now and get everything, it will be faster than waiting for housekeeping.” Vox continued. “And I’ll let Vel know too.”

“Can you try to get a message to my wife?” Valentino asked. “Fuck whatever she’s doing, I…”

“Language,” Vox teased gently. “But I can try. I make no promises though. She’s…”

“Busy, I know,” Valentino grumbled. 

Five hours later, the sickness seemed to be dissipating. It had been a solid twenty minutes between that moment and the last time she threw up. Valentino leaned over to the bathtub and turned on the cool water as he held his exhausted child. 

“Daddy? My belly hurts, and I’m thirsty,” she whined softly. 

He carefully poured the smallest amount from the bottle of pedialyte into cup. “Just a sip. Little sip.” 

To his relief, she did as she was told. Carefully, he lifted her up and went to set her in the bathtub. 

“No, Daddy!” She clinged to him tightly. “No!”

“Baby, I can’t give you more medication, and we have to get that fever down,” he told her patiently.

She clung to him tighter and sighed. Fine, if she wouldn’t get in by herself, he’d get in with her. He removed his phone and keys from his pocket and dropped them on the floor next to the bathtub. Carefully, he stepped into the water and slowly sank down into the tub, clothes be damned. 

She clung to him at first, but as the cool water soothed her skin she relaxed her grip. 

“Better?” Valentino asked. 

She nodded and let herself sink into the cool water. Valentino carefully took a cup full and poured it over her shoulders. After a few moments, he pressed his hand to her forehead. Good. Cooler now.

“Hey, how are we doin…oh, we’re at that point, huh?” Velvette asked as she surveyed the scene. “Not for nothing, Valentino but if you had told me that at any point you’d be in a bathtub in jeans…”

“Not. Not now Vel,” Valentino grumbled. “Can you grab the thermometer for me?” 

“Yeah yeah, let me,” Velvette replied as she picked up the thermometer. “Babygirl, tilt your head for Auntie.” 

To Valentino’s relief, she complied. As soon as it was off of her ear, she cuddled into Valentino and shivered. He wrapped his arms around her  Velvette looked at the number when it flashed.

“99.6,” she announced.

Valentino sighed, “alright, that’s better. She puked up the tylenol I tried to give her an hour ago…and I can’t give her more for another three, but I think we can get her into dry pjs and into bed.”

“I think so too. You dry her off, I’ll go get the both of you clean pjs,” Velvette said as she turned and walked out the door. 

Carefully, Valentino lifted his daughter back into his arms and stood up, letting the water drip from them both. He stepped out of the tub and, ignoring his own sopping wet outfit, quickly took her wet clothes off, wrapped her in a pink bath towel and set her on the counter. He grabbed a second towel and set to work towel drying her hair.  

“You look sleepy baby,” he cooed softly. “Papi’s going to get you into your jammies and then bedtime, okay?” 

She nodded sleepily and when Velvette came back, he quickly tugged the t-shirt over her head, and dressed her in a pair of pajama pants. 

“Val, I’ll take her to bed, you take a second and dry off,” Velvette said as she reached for the little girl. 

“No! Auntie, want Daddy!” She cried and reached for Valentino. 

“No no, don’t cry, you’ll make yourself sick again,” Valentino said quickly. “Go to bed with Auntie and count to twenty, and by the time you’re almost done I’ll be back out and in bed with you, okay?” 

She sniffled and buried her head into Velvette’s neck. Velvette quickly closed the door and Valentino made fast work of stripping off his sopping wet clothes and shoving himself into his favorite red and black plaid pajama shorts and a black t-shirt. 

“See! Told you Daddy would be back before we reached twenty!” Velvette sang as she sat on the bed. 

Valentino walked over and opened his arms. His little girl crawled against his chest and the second her head laid over his heart, she fell asleep.

“You’re lucky she can’t count,” Velvette said as she perched on the side of the bed. “Anything I can get you Val? Water? Food?”

“Just my phone, and maybe a cup of coffee, I’m going to try to stay up…”

Velvette shook her head. “Sleep when the baby sleeps. Trust me, you’ll know if she gets sick again. She’s safe in your arms, Val. You’re a good dad.” She reached over and squeezed his arm affectionately before hopping off the bed. 

By the time Velvette returned with water, snacks and his phone, Valentino was fast asleep with his daughter curled up on his chest. Velvette smiled and pulled the blanket up over his lap, quietly deposited the items on the nightstand and carefully closed the door behind her.

[thetourturedwritersclub]

PJO characters and what professions they would have

Percy:He's either a marine biologist or an Olympic swimmer. I'm kinda edging more on the Olympic swimmer ngl. I think he's more athletic than academic. Not to say that he isn't smart. I think he would enjoy smth athletic more than academic.

Annabeth Without the shadow of a doubt she's would be an architect and one of the best in the field. SHE REDESIGNED OLYMPUS. I think that says enough.

Grover would have a job that cared about the environment like a wildlife biologist or a biologist. I think he would be really interested in that.

Clarisse now listen i think she would be a history teacher and I have 2 reasons to believe this. One I think she would be really like to read about the wars. Her violent nature comes to show lol. Two Ik military is an option but I think she wouldn't want to be away from her friends and siblings.

Silena she would have a salon. In her salon you'd be able to get ur hair, nails and make up done. To most of her customers she is like an older sister. And she gives amazing advice.

Piper McLean Would be a CEO business woman. Argue with the wall bc I ain't taking no criticism on this one. She would have a billion dollar company.

Jason Grace Listen, listen Literature Professor. I think that if he had gotten the chance he would be a HUGE literature fan. From Edgar A. Poe to Oscar Wilde to Jane Austen. He would have the most interesting classes in New Rome University. The students would have so much fun bc Jason would pour his heart out into those lesson plans.

Leo Valdez : Mechanic and I don't think I need to explain myself in this one.

Frank Zhang: He would do Archery. Maybe he'd compete in the Olympics. He'd be amazing at it.

Hazel Levesque : Now I think she would own a jewellery brand. Maybe smth as famous as Tiffany and. Co or maybe Svaroski (idk if I spelled that correctly lol). I just know that she would make the world prettiest and trendiest bracelets.

Nico Di Angelo : He and Bianca would have a paranormal yt channel with occasional appearances from Hazel bc she's a medium.

William Solace He would obviously be a doctor maybe a pediatrician if we were to go down to specifics. I think he would do rlly well with little kids. OR maybe he would perform autopsies on dead bodies idk rlly know. Both options kinda fit Will's character.

Reyna Ramirez Arellano: She would be a war general. Her fierce nature and leadership skills make her perfect for the job. And that's all I need to say.

Rachel Dare : She would be a psychic or a therapist. Idk but my personal hc is that she would giver rlly good advice.

Now that is all!!! I haven't read TOA yet bc I wanna live in delulu ( Yes I'm a Jason Grace defender till the day I die). But when I do, I may or may not make a similar one for the TOA characters.

[fangirlstorycreator]

CK Terry Silver X Reader

Context: You have been feeling very unwell, and no matter what doctor you see, they just won't listen. But Terry is hear for you, and with his help, the answer to your illness is finaly revealed 💚

For months now, this awful pain has been ruining your life, it had been absolutely terrible. It was effecting you everyday, at least three times a day, even more sometimes. You noticed you tended to feel it the worst when you were eating or drinking a lot at once. You had seen every pediatrician in your local doctors for an answer, nothing. You then went to another doctors surgery, in hopes that a new person with a different perspective might know what's wrong with you. But yet again, noone could diagnose you or give you any help or advice. This had been going on for weeks but it felt so much longer, and Terry had been trying everything he could to help you. One night, Terry had just come back home from the dojo, still in his uniform, when he tried calling out to you.

"Sweetheart?....Sweetheart?......Y/N?"

When he got no response from you, even though your car was in the drive way, he knew something was up. He made his way through the house, before seeing you curled up in a ball, sat beside the bath with red raw eyes and tears staining your cheeks.

"Oh sweetheart!"

He says in a panic as he quickly kneels infront of you, wiping away your tears and holding your hand.

"You look like your in so much pain! Why didn't you call me? I would have been hear within minutes, you know that"

"I know babe, I know....but you've been like this with me for too long....I can't stand this anymore! No doctor or nurse will listen to me and I KNOW something is wrong with me. I can't stand this anymore, it just hurts so much"

"I know sweetheart, come hear"

He holds you in his arms as he let's you cry it out, he hated seeing you in so much physical and emotional pain.

"Have you managed to eat anything today?"

"I'm too scared to Terry, it hurts everytime I eat something, and I can't deal with this anymore"

"What about some soup? Just a little? Please sweetheart, you've lost so much weight from this, I'm worried for you"

He gives you a kiss on the forhead, trying to make you feel a little more at ease, but it doesn't work very much.

"Your right, I have lost weight, but I'd rather be too skinny than in pain all the time"

"Right! That's it! I can't have the woman I love struggling like this. Let's get some clothes and essentials packed up, I'm taking you to the hospital. And we're not leaving until someone helps you"

"What's the point Terry? Noone listens to me, so many doctors have told me it's all in my head. I don't know if I can hear more people telling me that"

"Sweetheart, you have been, and still are a very healthy woman with no history of illness in your family. The fact that it's a physical pain and it hasn't been anything you felt before, MUST be something wrong. Let me help you up, I'll pack your stuff while you just try to breathe through the pain, ok?"

"Ok babe"

He puts his hands under your arms to slowly help you to your feet, and guides you to the bed. Letting you sit down, he gets a bag and starts packing things for you, and him too. He wasn't going to leave you unless necessary. Once he did that, he put the stuff in the car, then came back and helped you into the passengers seat, even putting on your belt. One of the things he did pack was a file of all the things you have been tested for, and any diagnoses doctors have given you, that we're never confirmed. This hospital you were going to had been recommended by a friend of Terry, apparently his friend had gone in there for a simple check up, but they're checks were so good that they found an undiagnosed issue that could have cost him his life. This was the only place Terry could think of, he hoped that someone there would have an answer for you. He walked with you into the hospital, and the lady behind the front desk could already see that you were very unwell. She could see the pain and discomfort you were in, the dark and slightly red bags under your eyes, the pale skin and the shaking as you held onto Terry's hand for dear life.

"Hello, my name is Terry Silver, and this is my partner. She needs to see someone right now. We've seen every local doctor, pediatrician and nurse, and noone can find out what's wrong with her. She needs help, real help, and we're not leaving until someone does just that"

"Of course Mr Silver, your partner is clearly unwell. Let me take you both to a room upstairs"

She was very understanding, and took you and Terry to a room where a nurse helped you into a hospital gown and got you comfortable in a bed of your own room. A few minutes later, a male doctor called Dr James came in and started to speak to you both.

"Good evening Miss L/N and Mr Silver, what can I do for you tonight?"

"Doctor James, for a very long time I have been having this awful pain right hear. I've been to so many people who have misdiagnosed me, and noone seems to know what's wrong with me"

"I see, well we're going to do some tests on you, but we can't until you have fasted for a certain time. We'll keep you comfortable until then, and as soon as your ready, we'll test for what's the cause of your pain"

"Thank you"

Terry gave the doctor the file of all your previous misdiagnosed illnesses, so he can plan what to do.

"Do you think this doctor will find out what's wrong with me?"

"I really hope so sweetheart. I know, and you know that there IS something wrong with you, and this IS going to stop"

He says as he gently squeezes your hand.

"Thank you Terry, I love you"

"I love you too"

Later that night, the doctor starts to administer the tests, and you had your fingers crossed for anything that this doctor could find out. However, it would seem that it hadn't worked very well. The tests all came back negative, and he had no idea what was actually the cause. This destroyed you inside, why wouldn't there be any evidence of your pain? Why?

"I'm very sorry Miss L/N, but I'm afraid the tests came back negative"

"But there HAS to be something doctor! Please! I'm begging you! I can't take this pain anymore!"

"Miss L/N I've given you pretty much every single test we could give you, and nothing is giving me a diagnosis"

"But I've tried everyone! I've been to see an internist, a gastroenterologist, surgeons and doctors who all have had inconclusive tests, and yet they try and diagnose me with anorexia, acid reflux, anxiety! And none of them are causing my stomach pains"

"Now Miss L/N...is there any chance this could be all in your-"

Thankfully, Terry spoke up before the doctor could finish that sentence.

"Don't you dare! I won't have anyone telling her that she is crazy for this! This pain is real!"

"I'm sorry, I hope I didn't offend you. But as a doctor, I need to think of all the possible outcomes of this issue"

This time, you spoke.

"Well do I HAVE to be starved for these tests? I know it hurts when I eat but I can't keep starving myself like this! My clothes are starting to wear me at this point"

"I'm very sorry, I do apologise and I will keep trying to find out the issue"

When the doctor left the room, you burst into tears, unable to hold it in anymore.

"Oh sweetheart!"

Terry said, sitting on your hospital bed and holding you in his warm embrace.

"We'll make sure that doctor ACTUALLY finds out what's wrong with you, I promise"

"Terry, I don't know how much longer I can keep feeling like this, is it really all in my head? It can't be right? I can't do this anymore"

"Sweetheart, I promise we will find out what's wrong. When he-oh? Wait a second? I've just thought of something"

"What?"

"Have you noticed that ALL the people you've gone to see....are men?"

"I...I never really thought of that. Do you think that's making a difference?"

"It's an idea, I mean, who else knows about the female body than another woman?"

"But everyone I've seen is a medical professional"

"Maybe so, but woman can be just as good, or even better medical professionals than men. Let's see what this Doctor James has to say once he comes back, and if there's still no answer, maybe we could try that route"

"At this point babe, I'll try anything"

Meanwhile, in the hallway of the hospital ward, Doctor James looks through some paperwork when a young and newly qualified nurse walked up to him.

"Hello Doctor James"

"Hi Nancy. Oh! Nancy! If I remember correctly, you enjoy investing special medical cases right?"

"Yes, I have been interested in any new kind of diagnosis, or any that stump others and just can't find out"

"Then you are the perfect person for this job"

"Job? Your giving me one of your patients?"

"She is a special case, she's been tested for everything I can think of, and still no answer. She is suffering with pains in her abdomen, and she has seen every doctor in her home town without any answer, and unfortunately, I don't know what else to try at this moment. I do have a few more patients to see who are in desperate need, so would you like a shot?"

"I'd love to! Where is she?"

Nancy walked into your hospital room, with a beaming smile.

"Good evening Miss L/N, Mr Silver. My name is Nancy, I'm the new nurse on this ward. Doctor James has told me about your unique case, so if your happy with it, I would like to see if I can help"

"You think you can find out what's wrong with me?"

"I do, I really do. For years, I have been fascinated with any illness that stump doctors. I can clearly see there is something wrong, and I'm going to go through every single kind of medical issue there possibly is. I promise"

"The fact that your happy to help Y/N, is wonderful enough Nancy. I was just telling Y/N earlier that I think having a woman's perspective could help her"

"I agree Mr Silver, right! Let's look at your file"

She reads it over and over again, leaving the room to bring in a list of many other tests that Doctor James and others haven't tried yet, she was determined to find the truth. But when she had poped out of the room, you were struggling with your hunger, you were so hungry that you felt like you will actually be sick, you needed to eat something.

"Terry, do you have anything with you? I'm starving"

"I do have some things, but didn't the doctor say you needed to fast for your tests?"

"Yes, he did. But he also said he'd find out what was wrong with me, and I can't go on anymore with an empty stomach. I really need something babe, please"

"The fact that you have tears in your eyes as you ask me that, I can't deny you this. And this doctor hasn't helped, and until this new nurse can, I want to help you feel at least a little better"

He reaches into the bag he packed and handed you a wrapped up sandwich with your favourite fillings.

"I love you so much"

"Me or the sandwich sweetheart?"

"You of course Terry....and maybe the sandwich too"

He just chuckles as he hands it to you, and the flavours hit you like a tidal wave, it had been so long since you had actually eaten anything decent. So what if it would hurt? You couldn't starve. About 5 minutes later, Nancy walks back in and sees you eating.

"Umm Miss L/N? Are you aware we are still doing tests? You needed to fast before-"

"I know, I know that. But I haven't eaten anything in so long, I needed to have something! I'm sorry ok, I just feel so weak, and I'm struggling-hhhsss AAAHHH!!"

That pain suddenly hits you like a bus! Making you fall back against the bed and crying out in pain.

"Sweetheart! Oh god! Please help her!!"

Nancy gets right into action as Terry tries to help you out, holding you in his arms and trying to rub at the sensitive area.

"Where is the pain Miss L/N?"

"Right hear!"

Nancy puts on a glove and gently feels the area where the pain is, just under your ribs and above your stomach.

"Ow!"

"I'm sorry Miss L/N, just try to take a slow deep breath for me while I listen"

She says putting her stethoscope to your abdomen.

"Hmmm? Strange?"

"What can you hear?"

Terry asks.

"It sounds like a 'wooshing' sound, that's strange"

Just that little sentence was enough to help elevate you, even if it was just for a moment.

"Babe I knew it! I knew there was something wrong!"

"Let me just get the ultra sound machine, we can see what might be happening in there"

A few minutes later, Nancy is putting some jelly on your painful area, and gently moving the stick over it.

"Ok Miss L/N, take a slow deep breath in.....and out"

Terry holds and kisses your hand throughout the breathing, he was so sweet.

"There! I see it!"

Nancy shouts out loud, her face is glowing.

"What? What's wrong with me?"

"The median arcuate ligament! MALS! You have MALS!"

"What is MALS doctor? And what's it doing to her?"

"A ligament is tightly wrapped around your celiac artery! It only expands when you eat food or large quantities, the reason noone has found it is because you had to fast before your visits! We can cut it laparoscopically, it's a very short,20 minute procedure. You have MALS Miss L/N, and we can stop it too"

"Oh thank you so much Nancy, I can't tell you how happy I am that you actually listened to me and found out what was wrong with me"

"Your very welcome Miss L/N, just give me a few minutes and I'll schedule your surgery"

She happily walked out of the room and you had a smile so wide that it felt weird to feel it again.

"I wasn't crazy Terry, I knew I wasn't crazy"

"I know sweetheart, I never doubted you for one second. Before you know it, you'll feel so much better"

You still felt the pain after eating that food, but now you knew what it was, you felt a huge weight off your chest. And hopefully, that will feel more literal after your surgery. Nancy was another 20 minutes before she came back, with two surgeons, already dressed in their sterile uniform.

"Alright Miss L/N, if your ready, we can take you down to theatre. We can stop this pain once and for all"

"Oh, you had me at ready"

The two surgeon's were just moving your bed, but before they took you, you gave Terry's hand one last squeeze.

"I love you sweetheart. I'll be right hear after your surgery"

"I love you too Terry, I'll see you soon"

And away you went, down to theatre, and put under anaesthetic to perform the surgery.

You awoke a few hours later, a little dased, but happy, very happy. You knew that the surgery would finaly fix you, and to now have someone actually listen to you and fix your problem, nothing could bring you down. Your eyes adjusted to the light and your surroundings, and in doing that, you spot Terry, right by your bed side, just as he promised.

"Morning sleepy head"

"Calling me sleepy head?"

You ask in a joking way, but with a slight gravelly voice.

"Your the one who looks like they need a hairbrush"

"Yes, well, sleeping on hospital chairs while you were in a nice cosy bed was unfortunately the cause of my scruffiness"

"And yet, you still look as handsome as ever"

"Interesting? You say that whenever my hair is messy"

"And sometimes, I am the reason it's messy, aren't I?"

"Trust me, I'll never complain about that. I need something for my beautiful girlfriend to hold onto..."

"(Giggle) Hold onto? Or grip onto?"

"Depends on how much of a bad girl you were being...."

Even in the hospital, and looking like you had been dragged through a hedge twice, Terry still flirts and stares at you the same way he would if you were wearing your little black dress and heels. You both smiled, and he leant in to kiss your forhead.

"How are you feeling sweetheart?"

"You know, despite just having surgery, I feel good. Really good. Like this huge weight has been lifted from me. Did Nancy say what will happen now?"

"She said she'll be back in a few minutes, she said she'll explain what will happen now that your out of surgery. But she told me it was a complete success, and you'll be just fine"

And as if her ears were burning, in came Nancy, holding your medical chart with a proud smile.

"I see my patient has finaly woken up. How are you feeling Y/N?"

"I'm alright. It does feel a little strange"

"It will for a while, don't worry, it's ok. You will have a small scar from where the surgeon did the operation, but other than that, your body will heal nicely. Now, you will have to stay hear for observation and to make sure your incision has healed. Some time between 3 to 5 days is how long it will take. But once you have the all clear, we can discharge you and let you go home. I do have to say though, you may find things a little difficult at first, but most people can go about their normal activities and routines within 4 to 6 weeks. So please don't do anything like lifting anything heavy, or working either. Not until that time has gone and you come back in for your check up"

"I'm absolutely fine with that. Honestly, again, thank you so much, for everything. Every other doctor I met made me feel like this was all in my head, except for you. You have no idea how much that means to me, just having someone understand that I wasn't just making this all up"

"I was just doing my job miss L/N. I took this job and your case because I knew this wasn't in your head. I find that exploring what the body is capable of, and seeing what it can do and affect people, is a curiosity that I simply can't turn away from. And yours was the first one since I became a fully qualified nurse. And in this industry, you never forget your first. Now, how about I find you something decent to eat on the trolley? I'm sure now that you will have no pain, that food is no longer a fear for you now"

"Oh, your telling me. I could eat a horse right now!"

"Weeelll, I don't have any horse. How about a nice jacket potato with cheese?"

".....You had me at potato!"

All 3 of you share a little laugh before Nancy leaves to find you something to eat, now it was just you and Terry.

"Your finaly going to be ok, I'm so pleased. I can't wait to take you home sweetheart, you didn't deserve any of what happend to you. I wonder why the other doctors couldn't see what Nancy saw?"

"I don't know babe. Weather they didn't bother, or didn't think that MAL's was a possibility, I frankly don't care right now. Nancy found the problem, she fixed it, and now I just wanna eat everything in sight, and go home to snuggle up in bed with you"

"I have missed you sleeping next to me sweetheart. The amount of times I've woken up to you not being there, and seeing you downstairs crying into the sofa. It broke my heart to see you like that, and not be able to help you"

"But you did Terry, you did. You never gave up on me, stayed with me every step of the way. Even when Doctor James thought it was all in my head, like all the doctors before him did, you wouldn't stand for it. You were in my corner the whole time, and I love you so much for that. God, you've had sleepless nights and days missed at work for me, and you still never gave up"

"And I never will. I love you too Y/N, forever and always"

He leaned over to you, and his kiss, no matter how many times he gives his to you, his lips feel just as sweet, sensual and soft as the day you first felt them. You could even feel his smile through it, when Terry was upset, so were you. But now that you were going to get better, and not be in agonising pain, you felt the happiness radiate from Terry.

"So (brushing a strand of hair from your face) What do you want to do once your discharged from hear?"

"Well, I assumed I'd stay at home until I was good enough to go back to work"

"Oh ho ho! Oh sweetheart, your funny. Do you seriously believe your gunna stay cooped up at home, only to work once your better? Absolutely not. When your discharged from hear, I'm taking you away. Somewhere hot...by a beach....lounging in the sun"

"But what about all the work I've missed?"

"Fuck work!"

"Terry!"

"I mean it! You've had weeks of this, and there's no way in hell I'm letting the woman I love just sit around, unable to do anything. Name a place. Name any place you wanna go, and I'll book us a flight tonight. You know money's no obstacle for me, we can have a villa, our own private beach...spend a day at a spa...whatever you want, it's yours. Now, where do you wanna go?"

"Your not going to take no for an answer are you Terry?"

"Nope."

"(Smiling) Ok.....Greece"

"Greece?"

"Yeh, you know Greece is one of my favourite places to go. And I'd like to see the turtle's swimming in the clear sea. You remember last time we went? And we saw those baby turtles coming out of the sand towards the water? The sunset was so beautiful that day"

"It really was, I'll never forget that day. Alright, Greece it is. I'll organise it when Nancy brings you your food, I'll only be outside on the phone. I think you and I both know that after not eating properly for so long, you won't even think about talking when that baked potato is infront of you"

"You can say that again. Thank you so much Terry. I love you"

"I love you too sweetheart..."

[tip-top-cloud-surfer]

First Time Father - Rooster

Pairing: Rooster / Wife (No Name or Appearance)

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Hospital Visit, Self Doubt, Stress, Light Angst, Sick Baby, Baby OC is Referred to as 'Dove,' Rooster Thinks He's a Bad Dad

This work, all of my other works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only.

Summary: It's Rooster's first time alone with his baby daughter. But when she comes down with a fever under his watch, Rooster seriously doubts his abilities as a father.

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It was Rooster’s first extended time alone with his daughter without his wife around.

He was very much a hands-on dad, but his wife was their daughter’s primary caregiver for the first four months of their daughter’s life because of maternity leave and then her gradual return to work. Rooster was always quick to look after their daughter, who they nicknamed Dove, when he got home, but he openly acknowledged that his wife cared for Dove most often.

So, with his wife’s college friend’s child-free wedding coming up, Rooster had a three-day weekend to care for his daughter all on his own. And, well, this was a test for himself. His wife didn’t put excessive expectations onto him. That was all Rooster.

He always tried to check-in with his wife to make sure that he was pulling his weight with Dove. Rooster didn’t want to become one of those complacent dads who just relied on their wife for everything and couldn’t take care of their own child by themselves. He didn’t want his wife to be one of those women who said that she had two kids at home—her actual baby and her husband.

Maybe that was just the fear creeping up from his conversations with Penny about her divorce and what the older guys at work said, but Rooster wanted to prove to himself that he could do it. He could take care of his daughter by himself without any hiccups.

Rooster’s wife left Thursday night and Rooster handled Thursday night and Friday morning perfectly well. Dove stayed on her nap and feeding schedule, he got some projects done around the house, and they even went to see Grandpa Mav. But then a few hours after they got home, Dove came down with a fever and started crying like nothing Rooster had ever heard before.

And, well, maybe he panicked just a little bit.

The lights of the ER were bright and blinding and Rooster did his best to shield Dove’s eyes from the excessive light. Holding her against his chest as she cried, Rooster tried to console her as he waited for a medical professional to come and collect them.

Since it was a Friday night, the pediatrician and Urgent Care centers were all closed. And his wife wasn’t answering her phone, probably because she was at the rehearsal dinner. And the lady giving him the side eye for the last hour combined with his daughter’s continuous cries were really starting to push Rooster over the edge.

“It’s okay,” Rooster tried to console his daughter, his voice breaking a bit. “It’s okay, sweetheart.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of his daughter’s little head, praying for some advice from his mom. She would know what to do in this situation. But Bradley didn’t know what he was doing. Maybe he wasn’t as good of a father or as good of a husband as he wanted to be. As he thought he was.

“Bradshaw,” a nurse called, causing Bradley to hurry to his feet.

The nurse led him back to one of the smaller hospital rooms. Bradley listed off the timeline of events to the nurse, who nodded, typed them up, and walked off to grab a doctor. Rooster tried setting his daughter back into her carrier, but that only made her cry louder. He picked her back up and cradled her to his chest, feeling a few tears leak out.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry you’re in pain,” he whimpered, resting his head on top of her smaller one.

There was a light knock on the door before a man dressed in a pair of turquoise scrubs and round glasses stepped into the room. The doctor seemed to quickly assess the situation before striding further into the room.

“I’m Dr. Greene,” he stated, causing Rooster to nod. “What seems to be the problem?”

“She has a fever and she won’t stop crying and I don’t know what’s wrong. Nothing that I try seems to work,” Rooster replied shakily, hugging his daughter just a little tighter as she continued to cry. “And I don’t know what to do.”

“Alright, let me take a look at her.”

Rooster set his daughter on her back on the examination table. She wiggled around, still whimpering and crying. Dr. Greene started with his stethoscope and listened to her heart and lungs. He quickly checked her ears and her throat and looked over her vitals again. Rooster stood to the side, trying to comfort his daughter as well as he could while subtly wiping his tears away.

He must have done something wrong. He was a terrible father. He screwed up his daughter.

“It’s an ear infection. Nothing too serious,” Dr. Greene deduced, straightening up. “I’ll prescribe some antibiotics. That should clear it up in a few days.”

“But her screams . . . she sounds like she’s in a lot of pain.”

“Ear infections hurt. And this seems to be her first one and she’s only about four months old. Every little bit of pain to a baby can easily be the worst pain that they’ve ever experienced before,” Dr. Greene explained calmly, typing away at the chart. “Her heart rate is normal and her lungs are clear. And an ear infection can cause the fever.”

“And the ear infection, what caused it?” Rooster asked nervously, rubbing his daughter’s head.

“Well, does she spend any time around other kids? Is she in daycare or does she have any siblings?” Dr. Greene suggested, turning back to Rooster.

“She’s at daycare twice a week,” Rooster breathed out, causing Dr. Greene to nod.

“Exactly. Those places are a breeding ground for disease. Especially with babies and young children who haven’t really built up an immunity to anything.”

“So . . . I didn’t do anything wrong?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Dr. Greene stated, finishing up with the chart. He turned back to Rooster, studied his tired and frazzled expression, and offered him a small smile. “First time dad?”

“Is it that obvious?” Rooster returned, wincing a bit.

“I assure you that we’ve seen and heard plenty of stories far stranger than an ear infection from first time parents,” Dr. Greene chuckled, gathering his things. “Kids get sick. It happens. And you did the right thing in getting her to a medical professional. The antibiotics should be ready at the pharmacy and they should clear it up. But if she’s still sick in three days, go to your primary care physician.”

Dr. Greene turned to leave the room before pausing and turning back to Rooster one last time.

“And to be perfectly honest with you, I would highly prefer a parent who was overly concerned with their child’s health than one who wasn’t concerned at all. You’re doing fine,” Dr. Greene assured Rooster with a small smile before opening the door. “Have a good night.”

“Thanks, you too,” Rooster called back, finally able to breathe a bit again.

It was just an ear infection. He didn’t screw up. He did the right thing.

“Let’s get you some medicine, Dove,” Rooster sighed, setting his daughter back into her carrier.

The Dr. Greene that I may or may not have had in mind:

[gallusrostromegalus]

i'm crying laughing about genkai kenpachi but also i am now dying to know if any other characters of yuyu hakusho fame managed to sneak their way into aeiwam, even if only in the worldbuilding

Yusuke Urameshi has for real burnt through his psychic abilites no for real not even a tingle in his fingers he swears, but he does run the late-night Curry shop the Karakura Kids sometimes end up at. Keigo and Mizuiro spend the most time there, and the craic is terrific, but he's got a soft spot for that Ichigo kid who comes in sometimes, late at night when he's been out chasing ghosts or had another fight with his dad. He reminds Yusuke of Hiei in a way- Ichigo swaggers and growls like a delinquent, but nothing pisses him off quite like bullies who pick on people who can't fight back.

Ichigo likes him too- He can tell that Urameshi guy all about the weird ghosts and fucked up monsters and how ANGRY he gets with his father sometimes, and the guy just nods and sometimes has good advice about where to lose his pursuers if he's being chased, or odd places where lost spirits end up. Urameshi grew up constantly getting in fights and seeing shit he shouldn't too, and always gives him free drinks.

They like each other well enough, but aren't much more than acquaintances.

Kazuma Kuwabara is one of the interns on the verge of becoming a resident at Karakura Hospital, NO, He's NOT going to be replacement Spirit Detective, I'M A DOCTOR, but sometimes he does hang out in the cafeteria with the kid of his attending physician- Uryuu reminds him of Kurama- intelligent, articulate, a bit of a prettyboy and Kuwabara is sure that the kid is secretly armed. He's easy to get along with- Kuwabara just asks him what he's working one, and then shuts up so he can learn something new.

Uryuu hates waiting in the hospital for his dad to get off shift to drive him home. His father's inner ear has been damaged when he lost his Quincy powers and he was still prone to sudden-onset vertigo, it's not severe enough to get fired from the hospital, but enough that the DMV won't issue him a driver's license, and so most days Uryuu drives him to and from work. But sometimes Kazuma is in the cafeteria, and he's going to make a terrific pediatrician or emergency room doctor someday. The big guy always manages to be in a cheerful and contagious mood, and actually listens to him. Uryuu estimates that Dr. Kuwabara has a better knowledge of what he's been studying, who his friends are, his latest fashion designs and his life in general than his actual father does.

They like each other well enough, but aren't much more than acquaintances.

[temperqnce]

Five minutes hanging out in Homophobic Homosexual Medical Malpractice Sherlock, MD side of tumblr and I already have a House OC I need to put down on paper.

Head of pediatrics. Professional. Well liked and respected by her peers. House has to go through her for any of the kids he treats. She listens, takes his advice seriously, ignores when he tries to provoke her and deftly explains (when he isn’t in the room) that some brilliant people are just Like That to the patients’ parents when he offends them. She’s a perfect maternal sunshine to the children and very good with distressed parents. She’s great friends with Wilson. She’s gay and happily married and not in any weird office situationships. She has great work/life balance. House hates her.

He hates her at first for never taking the bait or engaging and rarely arguing (debating very unemotionally when she does disagree) until one day he busts into her office to ask “Why don’t you hate me?”

“I’m rude to the parents, vulgar in front of the kids, and disrespect you at every chance I get. You should hate me. Or you do, and you’re really good at hiding it.”

And she just laughs dryly and says, “Dr. House, you think you’re the first narcissistic asshole I’ve ever had to work with? I’m a pediatrician. You aren’t that much worse than the average nine-year-old.” And continues with her work without another word.

He likes her from that day forward.

[thunderheadfred]

I see pediatrician today and my doctor tomorrow and will talk about this with them, but in the meantime

I’m going insane. I’m at some kind of breaking point. All I do is feed this baby. Once an hour most of the day. Lucky if I get 2-3 hours break at night, maybe. She’s hungry all the time. I cannot be making enough milk. I tried pumping exclusively yesterday and couldn’t keep up. Went through all the milk I’d saved, and then all the milk I made that day. I had a few sessions where basically nothing came out at all. And all the advice is just “feed and pump MORE”

I CAN’T. It’s all I’m doing already. All I do is feed her and feed her and feed her. Now I’m in a nightmare cycle of feeding constantly and pumping between, and she’s still hungry. I can’t sleep. My entire body feels empty. I’m so fucking tired.

What the fuck am I doing wrong

[screamting]

Do you have any examples in mind for the Alfred as Bruce's handler idea? What would be the sort of thing that's weird? Because keeping him up-to-date on politics and taking care of his diet, or even talking him down from fear gas attacks doesn't seem that weird to me. Especially with how their lives are going. What specifically are you thinking of? This is such an interesting take, would love to hear more about this

"With how their lives are going" is sort of the point. A butler is a household manager, so like yes, there's some overlap with controlling and organizing lots of people-- but like, not their boss? In a smaller household butlers might do things like take on valet and housekeeping duties, which is probably what happened after the household downsized after Martha and Thomas died. That's also probably when he went from Mr Pennyworth to Alfred.

And people know it's a weird situation. Like. Okay. So the one potential relative the Waynes may have had (Jacob Kane) is too young to take Bruce in, or Martha and Thomas just fuckin hate their other living relatives and specifically write that if anything happens to us Bruce goes to Alfred, or Bruce goes to a relative for like 2 months and it Does Not Work and either Bruce or Alfred bribe a judge to make Alfred his guardian. Lots of options, all of them A Weird Situation Everybody Knows About.

I think partly because of trying to maintain normalcy in Bruce's life (and because of his own emotional issues) Alfred does hold onto the butler/valet thing maybe a little harder than might have been ideal, but if he dresses Bruce he's just lying clothes out for him on the bed or helping him get dressed up for important events. There's no point for Alfred to drive him around-- by all rights Alfred should have his own driver-- and they should have a cook and housemaid and maybe they have Dory like in the batman 2022, but it's still a weird thing to be, essentially, raised by the staff.

(I think maybe that's a separate point but I do think it should play more into the conception of Brucie as a person. He's not just comfortably empty headed and kind to 'the help' because he's stupid and never had parents to teach him how a rich man ought to behave. He's that way because he was raised by the help. Not even in the normal way where you pay/kidnap a nanny to raise your kids instead of her own. Just straight up the butler and the housekeeper and the family physician. [Bruce knows Leslie's a surgeon but his association is still like, 'ah, yes, my pediatrician who showed up to all my birthdays whether I wanted one or not.'])

The thing is that when this is happening as Bruce is a kid, it's weird, but like, it's normal too. They get a closer relationship than child and butler usually do. It's normal for a younger kid to not control his meals too much but once he's an older teen he makes requests for dinner and it happens. He starts growing independent and comes to Alfred less for advice, sometimes making him worry, but he's becoming an adult and soon he won't need Alfred at all!

...and then Bruce runs off with a few hundred thousand dollars in cash and vanishes for years without a word.

When he comes back he's got this absolutely deranged idea in his head about going out and violently making the city a place people are afraid to commit crimes. Sure petty theft and carjacking, but no: he's going to make mafiosos afraid. He's going to very specifically make them feel unsafe in their own homes. He's going to terrorize every crooked cop and politician until quitting and struggling for the rest of their lives sounds like a better option than continuing to take an extra 10k home a month.

....so anyway, Alfred unfortunately loves this kid too much to throw him into Arkham, and it seems like he'd be pretty hard to wrestle now after going through all that assassin training.

So early Alfred takes on what eventually sort of gets outsourced to Oracle, because even if he hasn't been around it since Martha and Thomas were alive he remembers more about upper crust society behavior and Bruce needs to nail it down. So it's not just "here's the summary of the daily newspaper master bruce" it's "this is Julia Danvers she's the only heiress to an oil field fortune and has an allergy to shellfish. She's sort of into environmentalism but isn't really thinking it through and any real complicated solutions that would cause damage to the business make her feel like the end of her family line, which of course ends with a woman and they're going to blame her for being a woman and ruining the business for everyone else. So when you talk to her, here is what I think you should do..."

Bruce doesn't pick his meals anymore because he barely eats so Alfred makes a protein shake with so many other added nutrients that you do have to ease yourself onto them unless you want to absolutely annihilate your gut and suffer in the bathroom for three days. Of course, Bruce never had to think about this, because Alfred did the easing on himself by varying the inputs over the course of a month gradually with the rest of his meals that were easy digestables.

Talking down from fear gas isn't something they plan for but it is something that like: Bruce is seeing a monster. It is telling him the terrible things it will do.

It is using Alfred's voice, so Bruce has to believe there's a good reason for it to do those things, and gives himself over to it.

It's not just that Alfred puts aside what he'd carefully raised and hoped for to ruthlessly try and keep alive what he has. It's that Bruce knows he's being handled, and allows it.

[milkemie]

milkemieee hiiiiiii.

I love your content it inspired me to try and love my sims (though I'm incredibly impatient and want to hurry along the storylines). Though I read on one of your answers that you dont like to see your characters as characters in a storyline. so I wanted to ask you, how do you play your sims without getting impatient and without a storyline?

I took one of your advices and started them as teens and they are currently in the phase where they like each other and do cute things together but they aren't officially dating. I'm just excited to get the stage with you shin, mayumi and Maya but that's simyears away. Also how do you maintain friendships with your sims without playing them (are they also a part of your 'storyline") I KEEP SAYING STORYLINE but I was just wondering on advice to play without the need to play God.

Also little extra question I have, what's your opinion on the new game INZOI that's threatening to take over sims? Do you think you'd ever shift to INZOI?

Love your content keep creatinggg

hii!

that's right i don't see my sims as characters in a storyline (as in like characters in a tv show for example) because then i feel like i will have to control their lives & personalities too much it actually didn't take that long for me to make shin & maya date, it only took about 2 weeks of playing before i let them start dating (they were just so into eachother and had already started living together, they wanted to kiss so bad lmao)

now this will depend on if you have expansion & game packs, but i make shin & maya do a lot of activities that i sometimes don't film, like taking the kids to parks & waterparks, going on hikes, going skiing, going to all 3 mt. komorebi festivals, going to restaurants & cafés, making them buy groceries in henford on bagley, making mayumi's pediatrician check her health at home or at the hospital, making hina sleep over at her friends' houses, it's also by doing more and more activities that you learn more about your sims and what they like & dislike

shin & maya don't have many friends but they sometimes hang out with them or invite them over, if your sims are sociable you can try and make them meet new people or make them create or join clubs, shin & maya recently befriended a grandma that lives a few blocks away from them for example, she sometimes comes over to chat and play with mayumi & they sometimes visit her and give her gifts (mayumi loves her cats!) i also think it's great to have your sims enroll in university, i had both shin & maya work hard at university, maya was pregnant so i had to make sure she was okay and i had shin work multiple jobs on the side to pay the bills, now that they have jobs i make them level up their skills especially the ones needed to get promoted at work & make more money to keep improving their quality of life

inZOI

i don't plan on shifting my focus to inzoi content, the game is still new so it lacks a lot of features that i would want (toddlers, pets, more interesting careers etc) but i'm open to trying it when it launches depending on how they plan on making money, i still don't know if the game will be free and have expansion packs like the sims or if it'll be something else entirely i did experiment with the character creation demo, and i really liked the ability to choose any color for your zoi’s clothes, i wish the sims had that instead of limiting us to preset swatches

overall i just think it's great that the sims finally has some real competition, they've had a monopoly for so long that they could sometimes release low quality packs that don't add much to the game, now that they have competitors they’ll be forced to create better packs which is great for us!

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