My Little Mister has been to so many specialists, that I have just about lost count. We've been to a pulmonologist, endocrinologist, gastroenterologist, geneticist, oncologist and even seen an infectious disease specialist. I think I may have left someone out. I believe there is another -ologist in there somewhere. We are still trying to determine what the problem is. He has had so many tests. Several where he had to be put under anesthesia. When this journey first began, he just sort of went with the flow. All his doctor's commented on how calm he was. And then it seemed something clicked! White coat = pokes. He is fine with the visit; he laughs and chats. But, when they pull out any instrument (thermometer, stethoscope or tongue depressor) he gets a death grip on me like there is no tomorrow and buries his head under my arm. Lord help the ladies in the lab. The promise of a sucker and stickers can only thrill for so long.I hate to do it but I usually have to peel him off and turn him around. Those of you who have ever had to hold a terrified kid for a doctor know exactly what I'm talking about! It hurts my heart that he might think I am a mean Mommy or a trader (or whatever a 2 1/2 year old mind might label it).
However, good news, today we celebrated 3 months of NO Specialists and NO trips to Ochsner Children's Hospital in New Orleans!While we anxiously wait on results from our last slew of tests, we celebrate with Apples. You know what they say . . . An Apple a Day, Keeps the Doctors Away!