This morning, at the EXACT time naptime should have begun, we trekked over to our friendly pediatrician's office for the 10 month check up. The lobby was empty when we got there, so I let the boy play with some of the germ laden toys setting around before we were called back to the way too hot exam rooms.
The 10 month check is supposed to be a breeze. No shots, and no blood, or so I thought. Our doctor is finishing up maternity leave, so we saw the doctor we met when Lil Major was brand new. She looked him over and announced him healthy! He's in the 12% for weight and 24% for height (perfect size, I think!), and he looks great (except for the orange nose that is from eating so many orange veggies...I'm serious!).
Whew! I thought we were done.
But Lil Major had to get his big toe poked for an anemia test. No biggie. Nurse comes in, pokes his foot, squeezes blood out - the boy just wriggles a bit on my lap. And while the nurse leaves to run the 30 second test on the blood, I get the kiddo dressed again.
NOW is when the trauma occurs.
SOMEHOW, while putting on his SOCK, I managed to lose my grip and jab my thumb nail right into the boy's face. I have no idea how it happened or how I missed poking him in the eye. He immediately starts screaming and blood starts to pool on his face. Great!
Right then, the nurse comes back in. I'm about to cry, the boy is hurting, the nurse has no freakin' clue what the idiot mother in room 2 has done, and all she wants to do is tell me he doesn't have anemia and then escape me.
I felt so bad. It took a good 5 minutes and an impromptu nursing session to calm the boy down. It took a lot longer for me to feel better, though. At least if I'd really done some damage we were already in the doctor's office.
Poke in the foot?? No problem...
Mom putting on socks??? Watch out!!!
9 comments:
awww poor momma and poor baby!!! nothing worse than mother's guilt I tell you!
I chuckled at his lil orange nose. One of my lil daycare babes went through the same thing! :)
But that face is SO cute!
Hey, at least you were at the Dr.'s office. No better place! I know how that feels...it's awful. He looks like he forgives you!
. . . at least you didn't drop him on his face and scrape off half of his nose!!! (sorry, mom, i've forgiving you . . really!) lol
sounds traumatic!
I'm sorry...I'm a loser and haven't mailed your stuff yet. I promise to do it this week!
I have to laugh because I have sooo done that!
Oh, I've SO done that before. Sniff. That little orange nose is SO cute!
This reminds me of a scene from the movie "Deep Impact". Tia Lione and her father are standing on the beach, waiting for a monster tidal wave to come and wipe them out, along with most of the Atlantic coastline. She says to him: "When I was 11, I stole $32 from your wallet." Her father replies: "When you were a baby I once dropped you on your head."
put that down as the first of many incidents. It happens. And on the other side of the coin, all those jumping, head crack against mom or dad's noses...it all works out!
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