The past few years I have had some surgeries and procedures, thereby seeing many doctors. A little more than your typical healthy mom, but it had to be. Through these latest seasons of medical fun, it was always such a pleasure to bring my jovial and jubilant, energetic and energizing, insanely cute and well, insane kiddos with me to such wondrous festivities. (sigh…)
Pre-operation assessments and post operation visits, evaluation consults, preventative health testing, treatment planning and treatment procedures, follow up appointments from the post operation appointments, specialist appointments and physical therapy visits, sick visits and check ups etc etc etc. leading to this very day…
And guess who had to deal with my kids?????
I do the best that I can to find someone to watch my kids for all the appointments I have, yet there comes a time oh so many times, that I end up just dragging the little people with me. It is not ideal, nor relaxing. The kids hate it, and quite frankly, I hate it more than them. I have especially had to drag my three, four, and now five year old son to so many appointments through the years that I have lost count. Oh poor son! Oh poor mama! OH POOR DOCTOR!!!
Ya just gotta love those doctors who have to deal with us mothers who drag our children in with us to completely disrupt their quiet, well mannered ‘adult only’ environment. Ya gotta love them more when they are engaged with your child or children on their own expensive time in a conversation of topics that are ridiculous and redundant. And even though they are completely wasting their precious time with our curious hyperactive adoring saints, they amuse and appease them with the utmost patience and respect…..and at times…. a little hint of annoyance. I don’t blame them at all. I for one, can only salute them for giving me the opportunity to actually take care of myself…with children attached.
May I salute my breast surgeon for having endless conversations with my children about my bruised and cut up breasts?
May I salute my chiropractor for allowing my children to wrestle on top of his expensive machinery and scream and squeal loudly while fighting over a toy?
May I salute my Dentist for allowing my son to play “bouncy ball” in his dental procedure area? And when my daughter played with all his dental “gadgets” he so gently asked her to put them down?
May I salute my family Physician for explaining what blood tests are and what an EKG is? And what those lines on the TV screen mean and how much she can hear with that stethoscope and if it hurts to get pricked and what is blood pressure and and and and …..
May I salute my dermatologist for having my children look the other way when she was digging a pre-cancerous mole out of my back, or lancing a boil in my neck….
May I salute my podiatrist for bearing with my over dramatic hysterical children while cutting an ingrown toenail out of my toe…. And for his patience as my son knocked over the entire surgical tray.
May I salute my Jaw Specialist and all his physical therapists for putting up with my son’s tantrums, questions, and whining and even when he falls asleep on the therapy chair or climbs on top of me while I am getting therapy?
May I salute the acupuncturist who quietly occupied my daughter who looked horrified at the needles stuck in my face…
And may I salute my OB/GYN who really knows how to handle my children…… SHE HAS A DAY CARE!!!!!
NOW THERE’S AN IDEA!
May I thank you all and share my gratitude for your time and energy that is spent on….well…..not me….but my kids.
What would I do without you?
Be very very sick….