I have this fear of being the overly needy new parent. I think that stems from being a new parent to a two year old. For those who have given birth (or adopted) and have this brand new infant it is easy to be the overly needy new parent. After all… this thing is floppy, cries a lot and you are generally inexperienced as a parent. When you have a toddler most people think you have the hang of this parenting thing by the time the child turns two. Less calls to the nurse hot-line and all. So here’s me. I’m a new parent, my child is two and sick. I’ve been really lucky in the health department and the boy has had a minor cold twice. No throw-ups, no real high fevers, no poo issues… all good. I know, I count my blessings every second of every day.
So when the child woke up crying in the middle of the night the other day I freaked. the. hell. out. I am dead serious when I tell you I was ready to throw that kid in the car and drive to the emergency room. The cough was that scary sounding. As luck would have it, by morning he was doing much better. The fever, lack of sleep and icky cough didn’t slow him down much yesterday. We stayed in and watched TV.
This afternoon we were a little more adventurous since he slept last night and seemed to be doing well today. We ventured out to lunch with my parents and the boy ate ok. He took a great 2 hour nap, but woke up with a whimper. His father answered the call of the crying child since I was outside taking advantage of a break in the weather. After nap things didn’t look so hot. His fever was back up and the cough. Oh the cough. I would give anything to take it away and make him feel better. I guess that is what parenting is all about.
Anyway… the cough kept going on and on and I was getting more freaked by the minute. I would like to mention here that in the 7 months of parenting I have only called the pediatrician’s office once and that was because the kid hadn’t eaten for like 3 days. As luck would have it our pediatrician’s office doesn’t have a nurse line on the weekends. Great. So me, now being the overly needy mom, calls the on-call doc. I get a doc that is not the boy’s regular ped and man am I glad he isn’t. Dude talks really fast. I start blubbering about my child, fever, wet cough blah blah blah. Then I start to think, this doc probably thinks I’m the biggest idiot in the world. “He has a chest cold and she’s calling me?” I then think that I should justify the call. He’s adopted, I’ve only been a mom for 7 months, I begin to shove my foot into my mouth. I tell him I’m not sure what to do. Should I take him to urgent care or what? There goes the heel. The doc tells me under no circumstances should I take him to urgent care. If I think it is a true emergency I should take him to Mary Bridge. This is the local (and very good) children’s hospital. At this point I begin to kiss my ankle my foot is so far in my mouth. You see… we have 3 hospitals in a 2 block area in our city. Mary Bridge being one. It never occurred to me that if I take him to an emergency room that I should take him to the children’s hospital. How dumb am I? Of course this isn’t really an emergency, but more of a case of overly needy mom not knowing her ass from a hole in the ground. Fast talking doc tells me to call the office in the morning and get him in. He isn’t much of a help, but in a half assed way reassures me.
So my first mommy moment I have a swallowed foot, not much help, and a kid now hacking up his right and left lung. Better yet… I think I am getting it and we all know what me getting a chest cold leads to right? You guessed it. Bronchitis.