The Bestest

I know that everyone thinks that their kid is the greatest, and I am no exception.

Today I had a doctors appointment and decided to take Quincy with me. I could have left him at daycare but just decided that I wanted him with me, even if it would be difficult to juggle him and all his stuff! I put him in his stroller and off we go. My appointment was at 3:00. I signed in at 2:56. Very proud of the fact that I made it on time--and with child in tow! This is a big accomplishment for me!

So we sat. And sat. And sat. And waited. During this time, I changed a poopie diaper while Q was in his stroller (that actually will lie flat so he can sleep), read a book, smiled, cuddled, laughed, and cooed with Quincy. He was terrific. Really. Everyone commented on his beautiful blue eyes, spiky blond hair, and sweet smile. Everyone! He was so content with the ONE, yes one toy that I had brought along. A rattler that I got for him when he was a month old because he had no toys and I decided that he needed some! I did have a teething ring and pacifier with me as well. At several points during our wait, he had all three in his two hands, attempting to get into his one mouth with a half a tooth!



About 4o'clock, yes, one hour later, he was still doing great. I was getting fussy though. I reclined his seat again, gave him his pacy and started to try and soothe him to sleep. His eyes got so very heavy. He is always waving his arms, even as he is drifting off. So his hand hits the back of the reclined part of the stroller, only to find that it wasn't hard and firm like the rest of the stroller--it was a plastic cover designed only to keep the light out. So Quincy starts tugging and pulling and eating at this! It wasn't too long before he figured out that he could get out. Even precious still!







Finally, at 4:15, I was called back. Another 30 minutes of entertaining a wonderful child. Again, I was really fussy at this point. I stuck my head out of the room to make sure that I wasn't forgotten about and the nurses said that the doctor was on his way in. By this time my back is hurting so badly I'm almost in tears. Even with Quincy being an angel, there was way too much sitting and entertaining for me to handle. An employee (an office worker I think) came in to sit with me. I guess she sensed that I was about to lose it. And I knew that Q was near his breaking point as well. She asked if she could hold him. She took him and we sat and talked until the doctor came in. She asked if she could just walk him up and down the halls while the doctor saw me. I said yes and thank you.

When I came out, she was sitting with him on her chest, both of their eyes were half closed. I thanked her so very much, I knew that Quincy would not have sat still and quiet (I mean, he had already been quiet and wonderful for 2 1/2 hours) and I couldn't' have concentrated on what the doc had to say. After I told her thank you, she told me thank you as well, saying that sitting and holding a baby gave her some perspective that she needed today. On my way out, everyone was saying, "bye Quincy". I think that she took him around and just bragged on him!

So we finally made it out of the office at 5:15. I was all prepared to be very mad, but after being treated so kindly by the staff I realized that I was actually grateful for the wait. The wait made my pain excruciating, and when I saw the doctor I was able to convey to him how badly I was hurting. Had I been seen earlier before I was absolutely exhausted, I would have minimized my pain. Hard to explain, but what I'm trying to say is that it was good for the doctor to see me when I was in pain. During the exam he was able to see how certain movements really hurt and what I could and could not do, therefore giving him a better idea of how to help me.

I have a few options as to what to do know to hopefully control my pain with little risk. Please pray that if I choose to do this procedure, it will give me pain relief. I don't think that Quincy nor myself can sit in any more doctors offices:(