I've always prided myself on being healthy. And I've been pretty proud that my kids have been so healthy too.
I never knew if it was all the cookie dough we eat (ha) or the fact that we stay in shape by swimming and jumping on the trampoline so much, or maybe it was the fact that we're totally resilient to germs because I don't get into all the antibacterial stuff. Who knows. We've always been complete strangers to doctors, just seeing them enough to keep up on immunizations and to pop out a baby every couple years.
Man, I thought we had it made.
That is, until this last year. Our good health luck has run out. The well is dry as a bone. We've hit every doctor from the regulars to all the specialists:
the doctors who do MRIs,
the doctors who read the MRIs,
the doctors who do ultrasounds of kidneys,
and those ones who take x-rays of everything from legs to toes to bladders, just to name a few!
Oh, and we can't forget all the trips to the dentist and now the orthodontist.
The pediatrician and all his staff know us on a first-name basis. It seems that I have conversations with the on-call nurse there pretty much every day. She answer's the phone when she knows it me and says, "hey Shawni, what is it this time?" and we have to laugh a little by the fourth time I call in a week...but sometimes I'd rather cry than laugh. The nurse at the blood-draw lab cringes when I walk in with Lucy (she loves her but knows how tough her little veins are to find amidst the chub...and is well aware of her feistiness).
I keep thinking we're done. We're gonna be all healthy again. But it just keeps going.
Let's take last week alone:
Claire wakes up in the middle of the night with croup, followed by Grace the next night then Max two nights later. Then Lucy gets a fever. A really bad one....mingled with these weird mini convulsions that really scared both of us (another trip to the doctor). Then Claire's preschool nurse calls to let me know she has a fever of 103 and I need to wake up fever girl #1 (Lu) to go pick up fever girl #2 (Claire). Then Claire's cold sores pop out again (another trip to the doctor to see if it's impetigo or just the cold sores in the midst of Halloween parties). And then we find out Claire has "reflux" to explain all her UTIs lately and that she'll have to be on yet another antibiotic (she's been on five of them in the last few months), but this time it has to be every day for SIX MONTHS! Then on my own fun trip to the doctor for a blood draw I find myself laying on the floor, completely disoriented, waking up from fainting...twice. Totally and completely out cold...smelling salts and everything. That's the worst.
If I sound like I'm complaining I am...just a little.
Do I know it could be a lot worse? Yes. And man am I ever glad and thankful it's not.
I'm so thankful for modern medicine...I really am.
But I could handle not seeing another doctor for a while.
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