Finally, the Pediatritian

After weeks of waiting for our referrals to be processed we were off to the pediatritian. Even though he is in the same building as our family doctor, it took a couple of weeks to get an appointment, and that appointment wasn't until today.

But I digress...

This had to be the most thorough children's medical exam I've ever seen. Doug was poked and prodded and tested on his motor skills. We were grilled over family history and Doug's skills at home and when he learned to do them. I'll never understand how mother's remember exactly when their kids first sit up, take a step, get teeth, start talking, etc. I just don't have the capacity to remember all that stuff. I guess it's like when your friends have babies. If they call to give you the "news" you better have a pen handy. I figure that all you really need to know is that the kid arrived. It's not like they're going to answer to their name for a few years anyways. But no, if I don't get the names (including middle), height, weight, and time of birth (and gender too with the names these days) I haven't done my job. I usually wimp out and don't answer the phone whenever someone I know is pregnant. It's safer that way. But anyhow, Doug was examined like crazy. The doc left the room for a few minutes to look some stuff up I guess, and then came back indicating that he agreed with the original diagnosis. Another punch to the stomache. In some ways it's good knowing that our family doctor isn't incompatent, but this is one of those cases you wish he was.

So, down to the lab for a few more tests. They needed an EKG and some blood. I don't do needles well. In fact, just typing the "n" word in that last sentence made me feel a little dizzy. There was no lineup at the lab, so I we decided to do it right away, rather than go for lunch and come back. I stayed in the waiting area to reduce the number of unconscious people in the building. Suddenly, from the back room comes the nurse saying that I'm needed. Allison knows darn well how much I love nee*****, so I know it must be important for her to have sent for me. Well, it turns out she didn't. The nurse decided more limb control was needed. I don't think I was much help. The EKG was worse. They had absolutely no child-friendly mannerisms. From now on, in the spirit of Sienfeld, they shall be known as the "Lab Nazis".

Another draining day. Its not like I've run a marathon or anything, but it sucks the life right out of you.