I took two Kiddos for their annual physicals yesterday, and it almost kind of went well. Sort of.
I like their doctor. Not much to say there because usually when there’s a lot to say about a doctor it’s because you’ve been through extraordinary circumstances together, and so far since moving to Angelborough, our health has been unremarkable. (As opposed to the pediatrician who went to bat for us when we had Emily, and who ever after I believed walked on water.)
But our new pediatrician works with one nurse all the time, and I don’t trust this nurse. I noticed that whenever she gave one of my kids a shot, when she pulled out the needle, there would be large drops of clear fluid on their arm. So they weren’t getting the full injection whenever she gave them a shot. Are they actually immunized?
I pointed this out to her, and she blew me off, so I mentioned it to the doctor, who looked a little puzzled and said everything was fine. But this year, the first time since I questioned it, I noticed that my kids who got shots got ALL the shot, not just whatever part of the shot the nurse felt like injecting before she pulled the needle.
Also, and this is just kind of odd, she recorded Kiddo#3’s height wrong so he shrank four inches since last year, and although she told him he’d failed his hearing screening, she marked on the form that he’d passed — all of which left the doctor a little puzzled.
At the end of the exam, Kiddo#4 needed to have his iron tested and his MMR shot. No biggie, right? Kiddo#3 got his shot first, and then I pulled up K4’s sleeve so he could get his injection.
The nurse said, “No, I’m going to do the finger stab first.”
Now, she knew K4 is high-strung and doesn’t like being handled or touched. And I should have remembered back when Kiddo#1 was newborn and the idiot nurse insisted on giving him his shots before weighing him (because she was on a power trip) and of course after the shots he was flailing too much to get a weight on him.But I let her do it, and over the course of the next four minutes, the nurse was unable to get blood into the pipet while Kiddo#4 flailed and screamed and attempted to kick her.
And afterward while I got the bleeding stopped, she said, “Roll up his sleeve for the shot.”
And I told her no. He was hysterical.
She said, sounding a little plaintive, “It’s just the one shot.”
I said, “Why on earth would you do THAT first?” (meaning the finger-stab).
She said, “We do the difficult thing first.”
And because of that, she also did the difficult thing last. I’ll get Kiddo#4 his MMR the next time we’re in the office.
Oh, the the kicker? Then she wanted me to sign forms. How about this? Next time:
1) sign forms
2) do the shot
3) do the ridiculously difficult thing that will leave the child in sobbing hysterics
I don’t want to change doctors. But I wish I could change nurses.