Wednesday, August 24, 2016

buttcheek shots at the new doc's

Today I made a hard choice, and finally gave up making the hour and half drive to my favorite OBGYN and transferring to someone closer. Like, five minutes from my house kind of closer, as opposed to the 1.5 hour drive I was making before. I was wary about transferring, because I've had some doctors that I just didn't feel like I could trust, and so it was worth it to travel a bajillion miles away to my previous one whom I felt safe around. At least, it was worth it until the gas payout ran out. A neighbor recommended a new doctor, and after months of debating, an appointment was finally made.

At the new doctor's office, Arrow and I were welcomed in, shown around, and seated in a patient's room within minutes of checking in. Arrow eyed everything with suspicion. I don't blame her - the place was a ritz. This doctor's office was cleaner and decorated better than the home I sometimes dream of having. Despite its prettiness though, it was still a place where children hate to go, and Arrow wasn't fooled. 


The doctor was as great as my friend had promised she would be. My doc's nurse was really fantastic. She's the sort of person that fills you up with light and bubbles and kittens on the inside. As we talked, little Arrow was sat in my lap, unusually quiet and withdrawn. I figured she'd warm up after a few minutes. Turns out, all I had to do was sit up on the gurney for toddler havoc to break loose.

That sugared plum of mine did not want her Mama on the gurney. Gurney = where painful things happen. Big, fat crocodile tears ran down her chubby cheeks as she begged "No, no!" She couldn't handle seeing me up there. As soon as my tummy was measured & baby's heartbeat was measured, I got back down and swooped my baby in my arms.

But the worst was far from over. There were still a couple shots to deliver.

The nurse (who I'm not convinced that she isn't magical) came back to our room and popped one of those things in my arm so quickly that I didn't realize it was happening until it was over. 

Still, Arrow caught on what was happening. Wails and tears commenced.

The second shot was in the butt cheek. Sweet mercies, it's almost ridiculous the things I do for this baby. The soreness can last for a solid day afterwards. If it only wasn't one of those things that keep him alive and whatnot. 

As the needle went in, Arrow's tears turned to sobs. She choked out a "Hug? Mama? Hug?" with outstretched chubby arms.

Now if that doesn't break your heart from sweetness, then I don't know what else will, friends.

Eventually we escaped the room of tears and fears, and Nurse Magic remedied Arrow's broken heart with some stickers. Instantly, all was well in the world of baby. I'm telling you, I don't think this woman is fully human. The butt shot she gave me didn't even hurt when I left the building.

I think we're going to like this new place.

1 comment:

  1. I am so happy to hear this! also youre raising a good baby :) and soon to be 2 good babies!

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