On Calling The Pediatrician (On A Monday Morning)
I remember the day(s) vividly. We were in Swansea, Angie was at work, and I was on the telephone with Liverpool Football Club trying to secure tickets for the New Year's Day match against Bolton at Anfield. To make a long story short, I was on the phone for hours, spanning two days, reaching busy signals. "The number you are trying to reach is engaged."

I had a similar experience this morning when we needed to reach the pediatrician to take care of what was left of Alan's umbilical cord. The area had become sensitive and milky and looked on the verge of infection. So there I was on the phone, imagining every other freaked out parent of a child that needs attention jamming the lines first thing Monday morning and shutting us all out. The situation was not unlike that of trying to get tickets for a match at Anfield, but we got through and got his cord area taken care of. Patience paid off. Oh, and we also got into Anfield that day and saw two fantastic goals from Peter Crouch and Steven Gerrard: Link