Today we showed up for Isabella's 5-year well child appointment scheduled for 10am. The doctor was on time and we got in right away. We left at 11:20. It started with the great news that a med student was visiting today. Perfect. I know they've got to learn somewhere, but it's not always easy being a part of the learning process.
First, he did an exam for Isabella. It started with a couple minutes of silence where he looked at her charts and eventually hummed while thinking of his first line. After a while he asked a few questions using words she didn't understand. I interpreted and slowly we proceeded. Quite a while later when he was done, our regular doctor came in and did a repeat and identical (minus the awkwardness) exam. Just a thought, but the
Then the good news came that there would be shots. Awesome. After announcing that, the doctors left and we literally waited 10 more minutes for the nurse to come back in. "Quick and painless" is not the office philosophy. Isabella had a long time to think about those 3 shots and spent the entire time crying. By the time the nurse came in she felt the need to scream a bit. Sam started crying and saying he needed to help his Izzy. The little girl I was babysitting at the time was plugging her ears and yelling that she didn't want to hear Sam cry anymore. So. Much. Fun.
Then we got the even better news that we needed to go do lab work. Of course, that means a finger prick and taking "a sample." I'm not really sure what tests they use the sample for, but I hope they were important because when a 5 year-old is asked to potty into a cup, the mom gets the wonderful pleasure of helping with that process. Awesome. Oh, and try to manage two more kids in the process. Easy enough.
As the kids were buckled into their car seats Isabella announced that the shots didn't hurt at all. So, apparently, the screaming was just for my benefit! Good to know. We raced through a drive thru window, ate in the car, and made it home with exactly 60 seconds to spare before the little girl was picked up by the kindergarten bus. Good times for sure.
I so understand. Even though my days of treacherous Dr's appointments are mostly gone, my dilemmas never seem to cease: Our 14 year old, Sadie has decided to "diet"(i.e. smaller portions, healthy choices, etc.) Kudos for her. Our 10 year old, Tommy, who can't afford to miss a calorie, has decided to go on a chicken nugget, cereal, and applesauce diet. My husband believes that low-fat and fat-free do not belong on the menu. I'm praying for balance for sure. Plus with our finances right now, buying fresh foods and low-fat meats will be quite a challenge. Our freezer is getting pretty bare. We may be vegetarians soon! lol. Robin Hockanson
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