There’s a fine line between being the crazy mother that takes her child to the doctor every time they sneeze, and the mom who doesn’t pay enough attention and get their child help when they need it.
Walking that line is proving to be rough for me.
A couple of months back, Katie had a cold that turned into a wheeze. I took her to see her pediatrician, and she coughed up whatever gunk was clogging her pipes while we were in the waiting room. Needless to say, she sounded as healthy as could be when the doctor arrived, and there I sat, looking every bit like the crazy mother.
About a month after that, she developed the same symptoms. The wheeze really bothered me, but I tried to be tough, it was only a cold. When it didn’t go away, I took her to see the doc, sure that it would again be nothing and I would further reinforce my status as “nuts,” but nope, she had bronchiolitis. It was a serious illness requiring at-home breathing treatments and two follow-up appointments. She had a double ear infection on top of it. I felt like the world’s worst mom.
So yesterday, after a rough night and a weekend of ear pulling, I called in and insisted that she be seen. Surely she had an ear infection and I wasn’t going to let her suffer like the last time. I felt a small victory when I got an appointment and spent my morning rushing to get her there.
Wouldn’t you know it? Her ears were clear.
“It must be teething,” he doctor said.
Who knew you’d need a medical degree to be a mom?