Charlie HATES the doctor. Hates it. She has fun running around the waiting room, but the minute we enter the exam rooms? It’s all over. Screaming, crying, clawing at my shirt. She won’t let them listen to her heart. They try, but usually can’t hear very well over the blood curdling screams. I have to restrain her for them to look at her ears, and even when the doctor crosses the room to shine the light into her eyes she panics and freaks out.
The doctor assures me that developmentally, this is normal. It’s okay, it’s expected….but Charlie is one of her more difficult cases. She says she’s not her most difficult patient, but probably top five. She didn’t say this to make me feel bad and I don’t feel bad. I can’t change it, and as long as it’s normal then I’m not worried about it. But I hate doing it. The last appointment I made Chief come to to help out and she didn’t even have to get shots then. Well today, she had to get three shots and have her iron checked (a little low, which sucks because the iron supplements stink to high heaven).
Usually I handle the shots really well. I mean it sucks to see your kid so scared and freaked out but I know it’s for her own good, and for the good of society. This set of nurses though does it a little differently. They basically have Charlie straddle my lap so that I can pin her arms against my chest. It felt awful to have my poor baby trying to get away from me because of the needles. These nurses are also a lot slower at doing them than the nurses at the other doctors office. They’re much nicer than the old set of nurses we dealt with (who are a huge part of why we left that doctor) but man, with shots I want some rapid fire needle sticking. Those other ladies could get three shots done in 15 seconds-not kidding. I think it took at least a minute today, which doesn’t sound bad, but when you’re having to strong arm a toddler who has already been sobbing for almost a half an hour it sucks.
Then one of the nurses who was very grandmotherly looked at the look on my face and said “This hurts you a lot more than it hurts her” and I had a really hard time holding it together. They also said that the trio of shots she got today are heavy hitters and she is likely to feel bad and probably run a mild fever tomorrow, which is excellent timing since we’re moving and the Captain is coming to watch her. I’m hoping that won’t be the case. It hasn’t been with any of her other shots, but with our luck it will be.
Oh, also, did I mention we’re moving tomorrow. Back to it.