Ick!

Feeling very yucky these days. How long has it been??? I've got much more of this to go.

2 things I am such a baby about - sore throats and nausea. Give me a broken leg, a nasty cut, or a stuffy nose. But, those two things, have me begging for mercy.

Ah well.

Yesterday we went to Logan's 15 month check up, even though he's 16 months. Oops. A little late.

So we get there right on time and despite the construction going on and warning on the possibilty of parking problems, we pull right into the only vacant spot. Logan napped, had a snack and was in a great mood.

In fact, everytime in the past, he has been this great braggable angel at the ped.

In the past that is. Yesterday changed history. We walk in and he sits on my lap calmly and watches the other kids play with the toys (which I really try to not let him play with due to the sickies), and he was happy as can be with mommy. We got called in right away. The nurse says, "It's time for his eye test."

"Oh", I say. "He's actually already had that."
"Oh, really. Let me check his file."
She steps away to her little handy dandy portable mini computer file that has everything on Logan in it.
"Looks like he had it back in November. Let's do it again."
"Um, okayyyy."
I'm thinking, he was so good then and really liked the flashing pictures and songs. Why not have another go?
So he sits on my lap and she proceeds to paste on these electrode monitor things on his temples and back of his head on his clean hair. He wasn't unhappy yet, until the patch over the left eye came. Then he gets this totally sad face that just completely breaks my heart. Then the music starts with the annoying nurse trying to be funny and the pictures are flashing in a dark room. He totally freaks. He starts crying. Not the kind of cry that says, "Don't think I like this." The kind that says, "What is happening to me, I feel totally violated and I have cords hanging all over me and I was totally happy just minutes before. Mommy how could you let this happen."
He starts to do the breath cries where he can't catch his breath and tears off the cords and that was it. We stopped the whole thing and said we'd do it another time. He passed last time. Why did we need to do it again!!!

So then she puts us in a room and tells me to undress him for the weigh in. So I undress my trying to calm down innocent little boy and he is clinging to me while we do it. Then he gets put on the scale and he starts the same cry again.

Then he finally calms down after the weigh in and after I start reading a book to him that was in the room.

Then the Dr. comes in, who is great and good with him. But, he's still not happy. She examines him while I am holding him. I tell her of his recent cold and then she looks in his ears. She says that it's red and that he may have an ear infection.

Then she tells me that she doesn't like to give antibiotics or overmedicate, but she is giving me a prescription to have just in case. Meanwhile, it's not even a confirmed ear ache and I so don't beleive in antibiotics unless extremely necessary.

Well, he has no other symptoms like she said. He's been happy as ever since the cold went away and I later found out that ears and ear drums get red and are often mistaken for ear infections after a big bout of crying. And she was sticking this thing in to remove ear wax and making me hold his hands down and he was screaming. I just felt so so bad. My poor happy boy had an awful experience.

Then he's got all this sticky shit in his hair and looks like Dennis the Menace with it sticking straight up in the back form those sticky things from that damn eye test.

He was holding me so tight. Finally when we got to the car, he was happy again and laughing and seemed to have forgotten it all. I was still traumatized.

Oh and she also said that we could pass on the vaccines this time.

"Actually", I said. "We can pass on them forever."

We were going to do a delayed schedule, but after so much more convincing reasons and research and actual studies against vaccines, we decided not to do them at all.

So that's that. No antibiotics and no vaccines.

You'd think I am anti medicine, but I am not. Really. I just don't like it when it is unnecessarily used.

ANYWAY

He's 88 percentile height. 25 percentile weight. And he's got his two bottom molars and two up top are just poking through.

He nods yes now. (I thought no came first). He tries to put his foot in every hole he sees. He matches his squares and circles to there prospective holes and he is the biggest sweetheart ever.

He hugs us all the time. Actual real hugs. Ugh! It is the best. Nothing like your little miracle running up to you in the middle of playtime to have a hug. He nudges us to move when he wants our lap ready for him to sit in. He loves books. Loves his pets. Loves his family and seems to just love life.

So this ick feeling has just about the best turn out any ick feeling could ever have and I'm so excited to double this joy. It's just a matter of our hearts being able to
hold so much love and joy.