*gnash, gnash, gnash*
My teeth are what's making that awful sound, BTW.
I've had it up to HERE, today. I'm so pissed about everything. "What happened?" you say? Let me tell you.
Started day at 8 am. Dragged self out of bed after a restless night and tried to get moving. After muddling through the first hour and one-half of my morning, threw myself and Fishie-Baby Logan into the car and took off to make his 10 am checkup appointment. Traffic, of course, is slow. We get there and I'm blindsided with a request for payment, even after talking with the insurance staff about Logan's claims being in review. *sigh* After running that gauntlet, I was trapped in the well-baby waiting area with two women and their respective, staring offspring. (Is it just me, or isn't it polite to say something nice back about a baby when you compliment someone else's kid?) After enduring twenty minutes of semi-silent hell, we're called back, only to wait some more. Then the nurse practitioner arrives, totally destroys any ideas I had that I'm a good mother, then leaves me to wait AGAIN for Logan to get his shots.
But wait, there's more!
I get out the door and into the car (with screaming baby in back) and try to make the 25-minute drive home in 20 minutes. Needless to say, no hope, no luck. Caught by every stoplight and every Sunday driver in a ten-mile radius, we get home four minutes after I was supposed to start for work. Why such a big deal? No one in management warned me that I was already in the final warning level for absences. All those wonderful, pregnancy-related "occurrences" count against me, and I can't be late/absent again until December 27th, or I can be reprimanded severely (read: possibly terminated). Yippee.
Add that to the already-festering frustration I'm dealing with regarding Logan's flat-headedness, and I'm ready to explode. Nurse Practitioner wants us to put him in a helmet. For eight to twelve weeks, 23 hours a day. We've been working with him to get it fixed without taking those kinds of measures, but we aren't doing a good enough job, apparently. NP's given us two weeks to correct four months' damage. After that, we have to take him to a plastic surgeon to get fitted. I wonder who she thinks will pay for this. Us? Ha. If you think that, c'mere a second. I want to show you how I can crap a gold brick.
Hubby wants to totally give up that pediatricians' office, but I don't. These are the same folks--the actual doctors, mind you--that saw our little man though his bout with Group B Strep. They do good work. I'm only unhappy with the NP who's been riding us since the two-month visit about having this helmet-thing done.
I'll admit, it can get pretty iffy when dealing with a child's skull. But Logan's used to be worse, and we spent two months getting him to where he is now. It looks better--not perfect, but better. Why the rush to send him to a specialist? He's no facial issues to speak of, only the back portion of the skull. I don't see any potential issues arising from the joints (such as TMJ). Her big emphasis was on the possibility of increased chances of ear infections. Is that all? Possibility? Of increased chances? She wants us to spend thousands of dollars on something that mightn't even be necessary?
*sigh*
And the topper to it all--I've had this pain in my neck (literally) for three days now. I've not injured it in any way I'm aware of, it's just a constant ache. It eases somewhat from time to time, but remains present. I've tried Tylenol, but it's not helping. Can't take anything stronger, because it may pass into my milk. (Sorry!)
I just want to cry.
I've had it up to HERE, today. I'm so pissed about everything. "What happened?" you say? Let me tell you.
Started day at 8 am. Dragged self out of bed after a restless night and tried to get moving. After muddling through the first hour and one-half of my morning, threw myself and Fishie-Baby Logan into the car and took off to make his 10 am checkup appointment. Traffic, of course, is slow. We get there and I'm blindsided with a request for payment, even after talking with the insurance staff about Logan's claims being in review. *sigh* After running that gauntlet, I was trapped in the well-baby waiting area with two women and their respective, staring offspring. (Is it just me, or isn't it polite to say something nice back about a baby when you compliment someone else's kid?) After enduring twenty minutes of semi-silent hell, we're called back, only to wait some more. Then the nurse practitioner arrives, totally destroys any ideas I had that I'm a good mother, then leaves me to wait AGAIN for Logan to get his shots.
But wait, there's more!
I get out the door and into the car (with screaming baby in back) and try to make the 25-minute drive home in 20 minutes. Needless to say, no hope, no luck. Caught by every stoplight and every Sunday driver in a ten-mile radius, we get home four minutes after I was supposed to start for work. Why such a big deal? No one in management warned me that I was already in the final warning level for absences. All those wonderful, pregnancy-related "occurrences" count against me, and I can't be late/absent again until December 27th, or I can be reprimanded severely (read: possibly terminated). Yippee.
Add that to the already-festering frustration I'm dealing with regarding Logan's flat-headedness, and I'm ready to explode. Nurse Practitioner wants us to put him in a helmet. For eight to twelve weeks, 23 hours a day. We've been working with him to get it fixed without taking those kinds of measures, but we aren't doing a good enough job, apparently. NP's given us two weeks to correct four months' damage. After that, we have to take him to a plastic surgeon to get fitted. I wonder who she thinks will pay for this. Us? Ha. If you think that, c'mere a second. I want to show you how I can crap a gold brick.
Hubby wants to totally give up that pediatricians' office, but I don't. These are the same folks--the actual doctors, mind you--that saw our little man though his bout with Group B Strep. They do good work. I'm only unhappy with the NP who's been riding us since the two-month visit about having this helmet-thing done.
I'll admit, it can get pretty iffy when dealing with a child's skull. But Logan's used to be worse, and we spent two months getting him to where he is now. It looks better--not perfect, but better. Why the rush to send him to a specialist? He's no facial issues to speak of, only the back portion of the skull. I don't see any potential issues arising from the joints (such as TMJ). Her big emphasis was on the possibility of increased chances of ear infections. Is that all? Possibility? Of increased chances? She wants us to spend thousands of dollars on something that mightn't even be necessary?
*sigh*
And the topper to it all--I've had this pain in my neck (literally) for three days now. I've not injured it in any way I'm aware of, it's just a constant ache. It eases somewhat from time to time, but remains present. I've tried Tylenol, but it's not helping. Can't take anything stronger, because it may pass into my milk. (Sorry!)
I just want to cry.