Tuesday, July 21, 2009
OFF THE CHARTS
The boy had his latest check up yesterday. How'd it go? Funny you ask. My son seems to have developed an allergy to his doctor. The symptoms: massive full-scale FREAKING OUT.
Words really can't describe. To say that he screams and sobs and climbs whomever is holding him like a cat in a tree, or that it takes three adult humans to hold him down so that the doctor can measure his head, doesn't do justice to the panic (and volume) produced in that room. Our doctor highly coveted in NYC and so nice; unfortunately one time she had to look in his ears when he had an ear infection and it hurt. That's all it took to turn my sweet, happy-go-lucky baby into a... again, words can't describe.
I'm not sure how to help him out. We've bought some "going to the doctor" books (which he couldn't care less about). Do toy doctor kits help? (It's not the instruments he's afraid of, it's the doctor herself.) It's so bad we've considered switching to a different practice but it doesn't really make sense. Eventually the new doctor would do something that hurts and then we'll be back to square one. Plus our current doctor has something that no other office does - a shot genie. Yes, they have a man on staff whose SOLE JOB is to administer injections. I'm phobic of needles (you'd think the epidural would have gotten me over that...) but I'll allow Isaac near me. Since the boy is so terrified, I figure pain-free shots are the least we can offer. If anybody has tips on easing doctor panic, let me know.
In other news, my kid is a monster. At 18 months he's a staggering 36" tall. That's 3 friggin' feet! (For my international readers, 3 feet equals 0.9144 m, according to the internet.) It's no wonder I keep throwing my back out - at almost the hundredth percentile, he's literally off the charts. (Did I mention that I'm only 5'3"? ) In one month he's grown 4 inches. I'm starting to wonder what's in our water.
Oops, he's awake. What to do with a toddler on a rainy Tuesday? The possibilities...