No Princesses Here!: A Few More Visits And We Could Have A Room Named For Us

The past couple of weeks have made me regret not listening to (gasp!) my mother and my husband. They've both told me that they thought I should have gone to medical school. It never really appealed because well, quite frankly I just don't think I'm cut out for it, and the idea of being responsible for the health and well-being of other people just freaks me the hell out. It makes me nervous enough to be responsible for myself and for Eva. Other people? No thanks.

The reason why such an educational background would have come in handy though, is that we've now been to the pediatrician's office 3 times in 2 and a 1/2 weeks. There was a bug bite (I feared it might be a tick bite, but it wasn't), ear pain, and still more ear pain. She said on Friday morning that her ear hurt. She seemed a little flushed, so I took her in. It was nothing, they told me. Just a false alarm. It's now 4 days later....and she was still complaining about the ear pain. It wasn't as bad as when she had an ear infection a few weeks ago, but bad enough that she mentioned it several times a day, always the same ear. I was told that she might have some fluid behind her ear, given a decongestant, and sent home.

I'm reeeeeally hoping that this fixes it because as much as I like the doctors there....I don't wanna go back! Please don't make me. Today's visit went pretty smoothly. Thank God. They called us back pretty quickly, didn't make us wait too long in the exam room, and there was no potty drama. Again, thank God. There were also no obnoxious, out of control children in the waiting room this time playing tag or doing cartwheels. (Yes, that actually happened.) She did her usual thing where she got freaked out by the man trying to talk to her, but the doctor seriously impressed me when he managed to coax her out of her shell. Such a feat is almost impossible.

Before he came in though, she did something that floored me. Not only did she comply with the nurse when she went to check her temperature, she moved the sleeve of her shirt to help her get to her underarm. I realize that this sounds insignificant to everyone else, but for her this is monumental. Every single visit up to this point (and I do mean EVERY. SINGLE. ONE.) she was willing to fight to the death anyone who would dare come near her with that thermometer. It would take both the nurse and myself to hold her down long enough for her temp to register. Under her arm, mind you. There were a few times that I was certain that it was going to turn into a cage match. Then today, just like that, she cooperated. She helped. I still can't get over it.

All in all it was a good day. Eva was so good and so cooperative, and hopefully she's on track to have all of that ear pain disappear very soon. Now here's hoping that we can stay away from the pediatrician's office for a while....