Another Wardrobe Malfunction

Lynnea's doctor's appointment yesterday went about as can be expected: Dr. Ferry asked if I had any questions, and when I did, he said he would call the U of M and ask them because he really has no idea how to answer any questions about Lynnea. We like him as a doctor, but Lynnea is kind of out of his league, so these little "follow-up after hospitalization" visits really accomplish nothing more than can be accomplished by the Home Health Care nurse that stops by twice a week. After the doctor visit, Lynnea was very fussy and inconsolable, so we ended up calling the hospital ourselves because we were pretty sure her mood was due to withdrawal, so the doctor at the hospital (I don't remember which member of the cardiology team Corey talked to, but they all know Lynnea quite well, so it didn't really matter) said that we could continue giving her Ativan for a few more days. Other than that, she seems to be doing OK.
Ashlyn, on the other hand, had what I would call another wardrobe malfunction yesterday. She was wearing some cute overalls, and for some reason, she thought it would be a good idea to slide the straps off from her arms, despite me telling her that if she did that, her pants would fall down. It was pretty funny -- she looked completely confused when, lo and behold, her pants started to fall down, so she desperately tried to pull them back up a few times before taking them off completely and just running around in her shirt and diaper for the rest of the day (she refused to let me help her put her pants back on).