So far the worst part of being home hasn’t been measuring medicines, or working with the ng tube, or even losing tons of sleep…the worst part of being home with Rebekah is was our first trip to the pediatrician.
We started getting ready to go an hour before time to leave. I changed her clothes (she decided she didn’t like what she had on and spit all over it), packed the diaper bag, and bundled her up. We fought the car seat straps (I don’t know how they get twisted without us using it!), and finally loaded her, the seat, the home monitor, and all of the other paraphernalia into the car.
On our way there, we finalized the plan for avoiding as many germs as possible.
When we arrived at the pediatrician’s office, Chris stayed in the car with Bekah until I checked her in and waited until the doctor was ready for her.
The nurse suggested that it would be ok to take Bekah into the waiting room because there was only one other family in there, and I thought to myself, “She must be out of her mind if she thinks I’m exposing Bekah to ANYONE I don’t absolutely have to.”
I was actually offended that she would think that I would do something so outrageous. That place is crawling with kid-infestations, and the less contact, the better.
Apparently the nurse wasn’t the only one who thought we may be overreacting. Soon the waiting room filled up and parents looked at me like I was lost. I didn’t have a child with me at the pediatrician.
When they called Bekah’s name and I motioned out the window to Chris, the other parents looked at us like we were bringing in a ticking time bomb under the car seat cover. We just smiled on our way past, secretly congratulating ourselves on another battle fought and won.
The next time we go to the doctor, we may have an easier time getting her into the car seat, out the door, and in the car, but we definitely won’t be taking her into the waiting room, even if that does earn us some confused looks and a few smirks.
Read the rest of Sarah and Rebekah’s story through her blog, Following Your Heart.