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Munchkin Joins the Four-Eyes Club

May 17, 2012 by in Autism, Doctors, Humor, Potty Training, SPD with 0 Comments

With all the painful (emotionally AND physically) doctor, therapy, dental, and other healthcare appointments we SPD parents and kids endure, I thought you might enjoy a story about a medical-related appointment that actually turned out to be quite amusing and, dare I say, FUN?!

Munchkin got glasses tonight.  I took him to the eye doctor after his teacher told us he says he can’t see the board.  I always knew this day was coming…I started wearing glasses in 2nd grade.  My hubby’s been wearing them since 1st.  Squirrel got hers in 3rd grade.  And so genetics dictates that Munchkin was bound to have his turn sooner or later.

Eye exams are their own unique kind of torture.  They don’t hurt, necessarily (unless they put those awful numbing drops in that feel like liquid fire for about 30 seconds before making your eyes feel like they belong somewhere other than in your head.)  Those of you who wear glasses know how it goes; for those of you fortunate enough to have been blessed with 20/20, let me explain.  You sit in a chair in the semi-dark room and the doctor puts a thin rectangle of light up on the opposite wall, and asks you to name the letters you see.  And you squint and stare and try to make out a letter among the black spots in the middle of that orange square of light.  Then he puts this big machine over your eyes, and starts spinning dials asking, “Can you see anything yet?”  Followed by, “Is it better now?  Or…now?”  And you sit there going, “Uh, I don’t know?  Is there a right answer?  They both look kind of the same.  Maybe that one’s a little blurry…Oh, that one’s definitely blurry, yeah, that’s better…” until somehow he figures out what prescription you need.  You basically feel like a moron for awhile because you can’t even read your letters and you’re sure you are failing this test somehow.  Then he takes the big machine away and tells you to stare at the letters while he shines a light in your eyes–and blocks the letters with his head which is mere centimeters away from yours.  And you meanwhile hold your breath and pray he can’t smell the onions you had on your salad at lunch. …continue reading

He’s Not Just Quirky.

I’ve told our story to, what feels like, 4 million people…doctors, nurses, therapists, nutritionists, family, nurses, co-workers, bosses, friends, babysitters, insurance companies, human resource representatives, insurance agents, and one time to some random women in the grocery store line that may have involved tears and another teary moment in an elevator to another parent (thank you random person for telling me that I am validated in my freaking out moment).

Oliver has and always will be, just O., or the Monster, or my baby, or Oliver. I’ve spent the last 2 1/2 years explaining away his behavior. “He’s just quirky”, I’d say. “He’s just smarter than other kiddos”, “That just his personality”, “He has a big imagination”…. but then came our breaking point… and a wake-up call from my husband….

O isn’t “just quirky”…

Following a moment of complete breakdown in the cracker aisle at a grocery store on our monthly, family grocery trip D looked at me, hand on my elbow, as both O and I are sobbing and said “We need to see a doctor. This is not normal and not healthy”. I agreed.

“He’s not just quirky”.

We made an appointment with our pediatrician and our life has never been the same since. We hadn’t been in the office for 5 minutes before our Doc suggested Asperger’s and sent us to a neurologist immediately. I appreciate the support from our docs but within 2 weeks we went from a normal child to 3 therapists, a ped, a neuro, and a marriage that consists of discussing how to handle our child. I’ve been married to D for 7 months and been with him for 3 1/2 years and in the past 12 months we have done nothing besides handle our child. I watch O sometimes and want to scream at doc when I can finally talk to a live person and not a voicemail or an appointment 3-4 months away. I want to scream, what can I do NOW. Right now.” …continue reading

I like this dental occasion: How we prepped for the dentist

April 27, 2012 in Anxiety, Avoiders, Doctors, Parenting with 2 Comments

When Head Start started nagging us about finishing our enrollment paperwork, we got really anxious. The form for the doctor I could send in easily. It was the blue form that made me worry. The

Not Alone

January 30, 2012 in ADHD, Diagnosis, Doctors, Neurologist, Parenting, SPD with 10 Comments

So, I haven’t written here in ages. I have meant to. I have begun to type posts to share about appointments, incidents, challenges and cheers. But, one thing or another has distracted me, and I

A Familiar Dance

January 18, 2012 in Autism, Doctors, Parenting, SPD with 10 Comments

My 9 year old son, JD, was diagnosed with PDD-NOS and ADHD 3 years ago. At the time, my husband and I were in complete denial. We went to a neuropsych eval expecting to have

My 2012 Goal: Help my daughter and find answers.

Of all the jobs in the world, being a parent may be the trickiest. It really doesn’t matter whether you have a disabled or non-disabled child, as parents we want to do the very best

The Well Child Visit goes very well

December 7, 2011 in Avoiders, Doctors, SPD, Victories with 3 Comments

Simon hates going to the doctor. Our first evaluation with a developmental pediatrician and psychologist were going fine, my 3 1/2 year old easily letting us parents out of the room for fun skills tests,

Could it be SPD?

My oldest daughter will be 7 in January and ever since she was born there’s been something not quite right.  She never slept as a baby, and I do mean “never.” I could get her

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