I've always heard of those "crazy" parents that go all nuts when something doesn't go wrong with their child. Being a teacher, I've always understood that feeling to a certain degree. There wasn't much I wasn't willing to do for my kids at school...for the most part, I've always been willing to stand behind them 100% and believe in them.
On Tuesday morning, I officially had my first "Mama Bear" moment. A moment in which I wanted to hurt another human being for "messing" with my little man.
We had to go to the Navarre Place Tuesday morning for Reilly's upper g.i. test. He wasn't allowed to eat for 4 hours prior to the test. He had gotten up at 3:00 on Tuesday morning and I fed him. He didn't get up again, (although we tried at about 4:30 so he wouldn't be starving!) He woke up at 6:15 and of course he wanted to eat. He was hungry. That's what he does.
The poor thing had to endure me walking, rocking, singing, swinging, bouncing, everything I could think of to get his mind off of food. Nothing was working to well...he just wanted to eat. We finally left the house at about 8:00 and were on our way over to the Dr's office for the test. Thankfully Aunt Kim met us in the parking garage so we had some extra support.
We were called back to the room about 9:00 and he was stripped down, ready for his test. I was gowned up in the special x-ray gown so I could stay with him. He was still very hungry. Aunt Kim had to go to the hallway and wait for us.
By the time the nurses had him ready and had talked to me about what he would be doing, it was about 9:10. They told us to hang out, the Dr. would be right in to complete the test. We waited. And waited. And waited some more. At 9:25, I finally opened the door to at least let Kim know nothing was happening. The nurses continued to come in and check on us, (I'm sure it was because my son was SCREAMING from hunger and they were annoyed!)
Aunt Kim took her turn trying to calm our little hungry man down,(side note, at this point, I too was crying with frustration that my baby was having to go through this!) and as she was pacing the hallway, she stumbled upon a room where the Dr. was sitting. This was a conversation she overhead from the hallway.
Nurse: "Dr., we're ready when you are."
Dr. "What do you have?"
Nurse: "A baby-3 weeks old." (In a tone that showed even she was annoyed for making us wait at this point.
Dr. "Ok."
He continued to sit there, not moving. Kim continued to stand outside the door and let Reilly scream...point for Aunt Kim!!!!!!!!
It wasn't long after that, that the Dr. finally came into the room to see us. 50 minutes later than our original appointment, almost 7 hours since the last time my child had eaten. It wasn't pretty. It took all I had not to rip his hair off his head when he was all smiley and asked how we were doing. Seriously???
Needless to say, Reilly sucked down the nasty Barium at a high rate of speed...it could have been rat poison, he didn't care. Unfortunately, almost as soon as it went down, it started to come back up, so wasn't full for long.
Thankfully, with everything we had to endure, the test came back and showed that all Rei's insides are normal and we just have to get this acid reflux issue settled.
I know have a much better understanding of the protective feeling a mother feels for her children. There's nothing like the helpless feeling that you get when you can't fix them. I also think that Dr. should feel pretty blessed that I didn't go crazy, cuz I wanted to.
Here's hoping Reilly won't remember his week 3 birthday, it wasn't the greatest.
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