DQ's doctor appointment on Monday was more traumatic than the original accident last week. The doctor agreed she probably had an infection on her cut, but wondered if something else was going on to make her eye red. He ordered blood tests from the lab to check her white blood cell count to see if she needed a shot of antibiotics or just a prescription. This test involved taking blood from her arm - not a finger prick - from a 2 year old that is already mad about being there. The first time they tried, she pulled it out of her arm and there was blood squirting out. Thank God the King took her into the lab - I probably would have passed out by this point and ended up with a cut on my head. It took 4 lab techs and about 20 minutes to get her held down in order to take 3 vials of blood. All that time she was screaming at the top of her lungs for her blanket and her mommy. I just sat in the waiting room with my head down. Was this test worth it? Looking back, should I have just requested she get the shot instead of going through all this? What would it have mattered? I think I would rather go through labor - without drugs - than to hear one of my children scream like this again. Once that ordeal was over, we had to go back to her doctor and wait for the results. She was a total mess by this point. She just sat on my lap whimpering and crying. Her white blood count was high so they ended up giving her the antibiotic shot and eye drops. He also tried to drain some pus out of the area that is glued which involved more holding DQ down. He then stated he wanted to see her again the next day. If things were not looking better she would have to go through more blood test and another shot. Luckily she started looking better and we got out Tuesday with just a prescription. Now she is back to her normal spunky self and getting into all sorts of trouble.
DQ after a 4 hour nap Monday afternoon.
As we sat in the waiting room on Monday there was another mom with her baby - I assume the baby was 6 months or so. She was making some small talk with us stating how kids are wonderful, but they really tear at your heart when things go bad. She said her baby had spent several days in the hospital last month and she was worried they were going back again. I didn't ask her any details, mostly because I was focused on my own child and getting her calmed down. Thinking back about that mom now, really puts things into perspective. This event, even as traumatic it has been on both DQ and me, is small stuff. It makes me very aware about how thankful I need to be that my kids are healthy.
I am thankful that the most traumatic thing either my kids have had to go through is are cuts and bruises. Although it totally breaks my heart to see them hurt, at least I have never had to see my kids hooked up to monitors, tubes or in a hospital bed.
I am thankful that I can count on one hand the number of times my kids have seen a doctor outside of their normal checkups. I can probably use the other hand to count the number of days I have had to take off work because one of them have been sick.
I am thankful I have never had a bottle of children's Tylenol get emptied before the expiration date.
I am thankful my kids are strong, both in strength and will. Seeing DQ this past week, I am pretty sure no one is going to be able to push her around.
Deep thoughts from Your Royal Highness...
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