When we had taken Thomas to the hospital, they had explained to us that he had an upper respiratory infection and and needed to be seen by his primary physician. Given that we'd been parents for about 12 hours, we didn't have one, and didn't really have the capability of finding one. Our doctor treated children and we were fine with it. We weren't entirely certain how we were going to get him to the doctor as the day before it had taken us all day to get the kids dressed, bathed, and fed. Looking back that wasn't entirely true, as there were grocery trips and naps involved as well.
Since my in-laws had arrived, they were going to keep the older kids while we took Thomas. Sure enough, an antibiotic was given, and Andrew picked it up at the cute little small-town pharmacy that was two blocks away. We gave the dose to Thomas, and it immediately all came back up just as his foster mother had warned us would probably happen. I called the doctor, and he explained that was a "learned" reaction rather than an allergy, and sent us to get another prescription. Of suppositories. Oh boy. That first time it took three of us to get the suppository in. This was all literally the first 36 hours of parenting!
Things began to settle in the afternoon. My MIL made a roast for dinner and it was nice to have a home cooked meal. Robert complained and told us that he didn't like the roast and he shouldn't eat it. That will come into play about 12 hours later, as this story continues into the next day. The adoption worker came for her first visit, and twenty years ago today we had survived our second full day of parenting.