They stole my blood and all I got was this stupid band-aid! (Never melts (meef)) by jen
So I took J to the pediatrician today. He is having skin/possible allergy issues that I'm trying to get to the bottom of. He's been referred to a pediatric dermatologist and an allergist. Things are getting worse as we taper off the drugs he's on. Which make him cranky so I'll be happy to be rid of them in a small way. His hair is growing back and he no longer spends hours rolling his head back and forth at night.
As a side note, how cute is it to be woken up by a cooing chatty baby, who then breaks out in a huge hey-how-ARE-ya! smile when he sees you wake up and look at him?
Today's visit was doomed from the start. The kids were tired from a visit to grandma's yesterday. Before I left I held the two of them by their necks against the wall (note: maybe I elaborated) and outlined exactly what I expected of them. When we got there, they did sit nice and quietly in the waiting room for me, and L didn't scream when I told her she couldn't go see the damn fish and can you stop picking your nose (x54) and will you stop bothering those people they just don't want to talk to you (bitches!) and can you please stop shouting at the tv? whisper, please! (a whisper, to L & D, is more like "talking quietly" I have no idea how to make them whisper, though sometimes I can get D to whisper just by.. well, whispering.)
Onward to the exam room, where D refuses to enter (perhaps it was the dolphins on the wall. Murderous creatures, those.) When he did, he made a beeline for a small plastic chair along the wall. Which got L in a SNIT, let me tell you. I tried to get her to sit on another chair, on the stool, on the exam table, on my lap, but nothing would get her to stop screaming about the damn chair that by now I wanted to throw in the hallway. Finally D got up and sat in my lap with me and she got the chair. Then she got up and started spinning around. This never ends well, it usually ends with her getting dizzy and falling and smacking her head on something. I told her to sit down, and she loudly informed me that she did! not! want! to!
Dr comes by to say hello. D freaks the hell out for reasons unknown.
D leaves the room, refuses to come back, lays down on the floor in the hallway.
Dr. comes back in, steps over D, starts chatting up the patient.
L starts chatting up the Dr.
D refuses to move from his spot on the floor.
Dr. tries to tell me Important Stuff, during which L is at first trying to make conversation, but I guess after me shooing her away and asking her to be quiet she got pissy or something. Then she started loudly crying and whining that she wanted to go HOME and NOW. I sat her down and smiled and performed the Vulcan death grip and told her to please be quiet.
So naturally she screamed at the top of her lungs. "I!! DON'T!!! WANT!!! TOOOO!!!!"
Damn it.
I THINK I got the gist of the appointment. I hope I didn't miss anything important! J had a preliminary blood test which hopefully won't need to be repeated for the allergist, and we got some referrals, and we left.
All along I'd told her if she was good, she'd get a sticker. On the way out, I had to hold her up by her clothing and drag her along. Needless to say, girlfriend wasn't getting a sticker.
After I got back to the car I was a tad snippy, and the car seat straps may or may not have been a little tighter than they needed to be.
I guess L was That Kid today. We all have to play that once in awhile, it's like Jury Duty or something. Posted in: j , kids , pediatrician , that kid