To save you from pronouncing some long ass names for illnesses, the medical industry has graced us with a plethora of acronyms for the cold of the month. This week: RSV--that would be respiratory syncytial virus for those of you who enjoy tongue twisting. My poor baby girl was tested this morning after I had to suction her throat out with the snot sucker so that she could breathe, yeah, that was fun. Even more fun was the visit to the ped's office.
It started out all well and good, we arrived, GB 'helped' me carry the carseat and we signed in. Then as I was sitting GB down and ridding myself of the coats, diaper bag and purse, I accidentally bopped him in the head. It was so NOT hard, but this opened the doorway to the beast within.
At first, he just pouted in the chair, responding, "No!" to various suggestions, but when they called our name to go back he refused to move. OK, I have a carseat, two coats, a diaper bag, a purse and a stubborn 27lbs of stinkiness. The PA was kind enough to carry the carseat with LG inside, so I just had our belongings and a writhing, pissed off toddler to maneuver through sick children and small hallways. We got to the room, I got LG out of the carseat and onto the table while the PA checked her out. GB actually sat quietly in the chair for a few minutes until he decided he needed a snack. The diaper bag was sadly devoid of snacks which set off another crying jag and refusal of any toys or attempts to comfort/sympathize. I picked him up while the PA was finishing the initial exam, but had to put him down to get LG undressed, changed and weighed. This set off a full blown tantrum. There was kicking and screaming and crying and yelling and much drama. This tantrum did not cease for the entire time we were at the office. There were varying degrees of tantrum, my favorite being when he laid on the floor at my feet while I held LG and the nurse straddled him while trying to get LG's oxygen level. Good times I tell you.
When the ped came in I picked up Capt. FussyBritches so he could examine LG in relative quiet. He said a nurse would come back in to do an RSV swab, and then he would come back when the results were in, could take about ten minutes. Mmmkay, don't mind the cacophony coming from our room, no siree, I most certainly will not be in here choking the ever loving crap out of kid. ;P
Of course there was lots more screaming and flailing and floor sniffing as I had to remove my attention to the child that actually felt like garbage. So long story, well not much longer, GB was a major crank ass stinkpants and my poor baby girl, who actually smiled as they poked and prodded her has a miserable respiratory infection. GB made the trip complete by forcing me to carry him out to the car kicking and screaming, along with 30lbs of baby and carseat, and two bags. My husband called just as this was happening, I said I'll call you back when we're in the car. Then I dialed his number, held the phone into the backseat (in the midst of two very pissed off kids) and said, "just in case you were wondering how my day was." I think he understood.