It’s looking as though I should have signed up for a mommy-and-me “visit the doctor’s office” class rather than the Wee Whales swim class we registered for this Spring. I haven’t documented every single trip to the pediatrician simply because it’s the same thing every time, right down to the timing.
Scenario: Child gets fever Sunday or Monday. Child is cranky and not self. Child tugs at ear once and only once. Child sleeps through the night. Perplexed parent makes appointment Tuesday or Wednesday. Child diagnosed with raging ear infection. Parent and child must skip swim class and instead head to CVS. Seriously. She has never gotten an ear infection on a Thursday.
I feel like we have a VIP card at the doctor’s office, too. We walk in to a packed waiting room. One of the nurses peers at the door to see who walked in. “Hi Lolo,” they say. No sooner are my quads doing the work necessary to sit in a chair than they are calling us back to a room. I could have totally just jinxed myself and will now be punished with a 2 hour wait time today. But, I’m weary especially when you add in my own trips to the doctor this season. I’m so worn down that I release her in the waiting room to actually touch surfaces. I don’t have the energy to convince her that it’s much more fun playing in my sanitized arms than to squirrel around with a pile of worn out Time magazines.
If Murphy’s Law comes into play today, I will have finally self-diagnosed her with an ear infection only to hear, “Her ears look fine,” from the doctor.
stinkerbean 