CootieBoy’s Doctor Appointment

You know it’s not going to be a good morning when you have to give your son a bath for the second day in a row because the diaper rash is so bad he won’t let you wipe his butt down. That’s what I got to do this morning. Then I had to attempt to clean up the bump on his butt, which started draining as I put on a new clean diaper.

And then you know it’s not going to be a good doctor appointment when your son begins screaming the minute he sees the brightly colored waiting room because he remembers what happened last time he visited. Oh joy. Fortunately, within about 30 seconds of me signing in, CootieBoy was called back, saving the other waiting room folks from the histrionics.

And he never really quieted down after that. Not when he got weighed (34 pounds, 50th percentile), or measured (36 inches tall, 25% percentile). Not when she looked in his ears, or his mouth. He did quiet down when she listened to his heart, and he enjoyed telling her about colors and shapes. But when she went to check his privates and the diaper rash and the bump, he FREAKED. Fortunately, the doc made quick work of draining the bump and we quickly got CootieBoy dressed again. He sat on my lap, hiccuping and repeatedly asking for CootieGirl or Daddy, or to go home. When I mentioned that CootieBoy rarely ate meat the doctor opted to do a blood culture to make sure that he isn’t anemic.

She left the room and I managed to get CootieBoy completely calm and quiet. We were giggling over pictures of him on my cellphone when a nurse came in. He took one look at the bandaid in her hand and went ballistic again. She managed to prick his finger, but then she could get him to relax enough to put the dripping blood in the tiny container in her other hand.

Two other nurses came in and between the three of us, we got him pinned down so that the blood nurse could finally get her sample and put a bandaid on his finger. But blood was EVERYWHERE. All over his shirt, our hands, etc. Just a mess. The nurses left, I wiped CootieBoy down, cleaned myself up as much as I could, and got him to wash himself at the sink.

He was THRILLED when the door opened and the nurse said, “Okay, you can go!” He beamed and RAN from the room. *lol*

We got two prescriptions for the bump to heal. I hope we don’t have to go back there until his 4 year appointment. I want him to stay away long enough that the horror of his last two visits disappears from his mind. Maybe I’ll take him there a couple times over the next year just to “hang out” – not for any actual appointment, but just to say hi to the nurses and doctors. Maybe having a few “non” visits will make him feel better about the place.

Upon arriving at school he immediately asked for CootieGirl, who gave him a big hug. When they broke the hug CootieBoy said to her, “I feel better now, Vwee-ya.”