Today is a first for me: a guest blog! My pal Molly at Little Stories Everywhere is a riot- and has the exact same parental neuroses as me. It's refreshing. Enjoy!
|Molly and her positively edible kiddos.|
When you have a baby there are scores of things that people never tell you...things that are ugly, horrible and completely disgusting. One of these sad truths is venturing out to the Pediatricians office for the first time. It was...hmmm....an experience.
Bitzy was only 4 days old when we ventured out to the Pediatricians office. Take in mind that I was still bleeding profusely (that's one of those sad disgusting truths that no one told me about, or perhaps I just ignored them), my emotions were doing jumping jacks, and as a new mama, my baby was much too young to be going anywhere.
It also didn't help that my baby girl came out of my body screaming her brains out and didn't stop until she was 6 months old. So there's that.
But alas, we had to do it. This wasn't the first time that we had been in the office as we had come to check it out when I was preggers, but this was the first time with a precious little person that was outside of my body, who, might I add, elicits a strong fear of germs in me with each step outside of the house. I used to notice wall colors and vases in the homes, offices, stores & restaurants...not anymore. Now I hone in on anyone who is coughing, rubbing their eyes, or breathing too heavy. "Hello people, I have a newborn! Stay inside you nasty selfish people!!!," I wanted say.
So anyway, at Bitzy's first appointment I noticed that there was a "well side" and a "sick side" thinking, "Oh that's nice that the germy little monsters can't get near my precious & perfectly healthy child." I went on my merry way trying to make it through the appointment with a screaming baby eyeing every child in there, looking for cues to their unhealthiness. At that first appointment, one thing was clear, I didn't want to ever be on the "sick" side of this office. The "sick" side is germy, dark and stuffy with the stench of dirty diapers and vomit. However, the "well" side was bright, healthy, and breezy that smelled of clean laundry and lavender.
Then it happened. At the tiny age of 12 weeks old, my perfect baby came down with a cold. I, being a completely insane mother called the office and asked for her to be seen. While they discouraged me because after all, they couldn't do anything for her, I still wanted to go. It was HEARTBREAKING seeing my baby with a stuffy nose and darn it, they should know how to magically make her better. "What did they go to medical school for anyway?! Come on! Again, people of the world, I have a newborn baby. Make her feel better!," I'm sure I said under my breath. (I think it's safe to say that with a sick, colicky baby I was a real treat in those first few weeks).
So off we went, what I didn't remember was the awful "sick side."
As we walked into the foyer I automatically turned left into the "well side"...then pausing to the remember that runny noses are normally not a sign of perfect health. Sadly, we turned right into dark grimy sidewalk to Germville. As I looked into the room I didn't see children, I saw germs. My perfect child didn't belong in there! She deserved her own room away from all the gross germys. I practically buried her head in my chest to somehow keep the germs away. It didn't help that every child in the room seemed to be hacking up a lung. Gross.
But alas, we made it. Basically I paid $30 for them to tell me that there's nothing they could do and to be scarred for life after sitting in the "sick side." I would rather wait in line at "The Wal-Mart" for an hour than spend 5 minutes in that nasty room...although something tells me that when we've got child #4 under our belts I'll just be happy to sit anywhere...even on the sick side.