So last Sunday my pastor said someone was going to the doctor that week and was going to get some unexpected news but it wasn’t going to be as bad as they thought. Well Wednesday, I woke up to two things. Me having an eye appt with the glaucoma specialist (an appt I thought was just because my doctors were being cautious because of medicines I take) and a 2 year not quite breathing normally.
I’m glad I told my husband not to leave early for work like he usually does. The night before, our son was a little feverish and coughing. I just thought is was a change in the temperatures and the pollen. I was half-right. So I tell my husband to take Brandon to the family medicine clinic and I’d meet him after my eye appt. They were just around the corner from each other anyway.
So I’m at my appt, answering a million questions for the young new doctor who has failed to read my file in any way, shape or form. I mean everything she asked should have been right there on the first page or two. But anyway, without a heart or sensitive approach to the subject she just blurts out, “so you know we doing a check-up cause of your early signs of glaucoma”. My heart just about dropped…..my early what???? Before I could even finish thinking about my prescription for medicinal marijuana (some of ya’ll won’t get that !!!!) I got a text that my son was going to the emergency room. Just that fast, my problems we were re-directed.
So off to the ER to be with my baby. Long story short, after some nebulizer treatments and a chest x-ray and some tears from momma, we learn he had early signs of pneumonia. But during those hours, all I could think about was what if I didn’t think about his breathing? What if I never fully listened to all the information the allergist and his family doctor told me about things to watch out for? What if my best friend didn’t tell me what her son and nephew exhibited when they had asthma flares? What if I didn’t have that best friend period? I probably would not have had my husband take him to the doctor.
Even without all that, like any woman, I guess I relied on my maternal instinct. In case you’re wondering, yes there is such a thing. Never quite understand what parenting classes were all about. At the end of the day, it will be that careful observation, that understanding that only a mom can figure out. Just like the many cries of wimpers of a child, mommy knows the difference !! I’m glad I did raise his shirt and look at his chest. I’m glad I did look at his neck to see the strain. Who knows what would have happened if I sent him to the sitter or if daddy just stayed home so my baby could rest.
I’m not happy my baby had early pneumonia in one lung, not at all. But for just one moment, I was about to cry crying and wallowing in myself. And for a moment, well more like 7 hours in a hospital, I was re-directed to worry about and care for someone other than myself. Oh and by the way, during my regular eye exam on Saturday, I was told if I wasn’t started on a treatment plan, there most likely was not a confirmed diagnosis of glaucoma. Even after I told the opthamologist I had to leave to get to the ER, I was rescheduled for 6 months from now. That too, my regular eye doctor, said was indication, things were not too serious. He said I definitely would have had to come back sooner if the diagnosis were definitive. But see how that worked out.
Being the worry wart and cry-baby that I am, I had to put all that on the back burner and think about someone else; someone, more helpless than myself. Today is Monday, and my baby is doing much, much better. Me, I’ll worry about my eyes when I go back in October. So here are a few pictures courtesy of National Geographic to get you all mushy inside with that warm maternal feeling !!!!! Now if only i could get that same warm, mushy feeling when it comes to finishing school !!
I’m glad I told my husband not to leave early for work like he usually does. The night before, our son was a little feverish and coughing. I just thought is was a change in the temperatures and the pollen. I was half-right. So I tell my husband to take Brandon to the family medicine clinic and I’d meet him after my eye appt. They were just around the corner from each other anyway.
So I’m at my appt, answering a million questions for the young new doctor who has failed to read my file in any way, shape or form. I mean everything she asked should have been right there on the first page or two. But anyway, without a heart or sensitive approach to the subject she just blurts out, “so you know we doing a check-up cause of your early signs of glaucoma”. My heart just about dropped…..my early what???? Before I could even finish thinking about my prescription for medicinal marijuana (some of ya’ll won’t get that !!!!) I got a text that my son was going to the emergency room. Just that fast, my problems we were re-directed.
So off to the ER to be with my baby. Long story short, after some nebulizer treatments and a chest x-ray and some tears from momma, we learn he had early signs of pneumonia. But during those hours, all I could think about was what if I didn’t think about his breathing? What if I never fully listened to all the information the allergist and his family doctor told me about things to watch out for? What if my best friend didn’t tell me what her son and nephew exhibited when they had asthma flares? What if I didn’t have that best friend period? I probably would not have had my husband take him to the doctor.
Even without all that, like any woman, I guess I relied on my maternal instinct. In case you’re wondering, yes there is such a thing. Never quite understand what parenting classes were all about. At the end of the day, it will be that careful observation, that understanding that only a mom can figure out. Just like the many cries of wimpers of a child, mommy knows the difference !! I’m glad I did raise his shirt and look at his chest. I’m glad I did look at his neck to see the strain. Who knows what would have happened if I sent him to the sitter or if daddy just stayed home so my baby could rest.
I’m not happy my baby had early pneumonia in one lung, not at all. But for just one moment, I was about to cry crying and wallowing in myself. And for a moment, well more like 7 hours in a hospital, I was re-directed to worry about and care for someone other than myself. Oh and by the way, during my regular eye exam on Saturday, I was told if I wasn’t started on a treatment plan, there most likely was not a confirmed diagnosis of glaucoma. Even after I told the opthamologist I had to leave to get to the ER, I was rescheduled for 6 months from now. That too, my regular eye doctor, said was indication, things were not too serious. He said I definitely would have had to come back sooner if the diagnosis were definitive. But see how that worked out.
Being the worry wart and cry-baby that I am, I had to put all that on the back burner and think about someone else; someone, more helpless than myself. Today is Monday, and my baby is doing much, much better. Me, I’ll worry about my eyes when I go back in October. So here are a few pictures courtesy of National Geographic to get you all mushy inside with that warm maternal feeling !!!!! Now if only i could get that same warm, mushy feeling when it comes to finishing school !!
Until next MONDAY........ stay blessed !
3 comments:
Wow, that sounds crazy and scary, but at least everyone was able to see a doctor and get the necessary treatment in time.
Thanks Spencer. He went back yesterday and got a clean bill of health and a release to go back to the sitter so i'm hoping all is well and all I have to contend with is his allergies. That's bad enough but I can certainly handle that a lot better !.
love it! And by the way, moms make the best Physician Assistants, because you know GOD is our Physician!
Elizabeth
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