
I have discovered that my daughter HATES going to the doctor. Even entering a room that has the appearance of being a doctor's office causes her to start panicking. For example, when I take her into the ladies room and change her on one of those Koala Bear changing tables she freaks out and starts crying. (Too much like an examining table.) On Monday, I took her for her first pediatric appointment and she screamed bloody murder for most of it. You probably could have heard her a block away. Actually, I pretty much agreed with her assessment of this doctor. Neither one of us liked her too much.
This afternoon, I took her for an ultrasound of the lump under her chin. The folks in the radiology department were really wonderful with her but she wasn't having any of it. We had to tip her head back so they could get the ultrasound device under her chin and she cried the whole time. Unfortunately, the radiologist couldn't assess the blood flow because the crying interferred with the test. It was Allison's nap time and since they didn't have any appointments after her, I suggested that I try to walk the halls with the stroller like I had done in China and see if I could get her to fall asleep. Then it would be easier to get a good reading. HA! My daughter is way too smart for that. She immediately sensed that there was a plot going on and fought sleep with every ounce of her being. I tried walking her in the stroller, giving her a bottle, rocking her - you name it. No dice! I even tried boring her to sleep in a dark room. At one point she looked at me as if to say, "Sheesh Mom! What do you think I am, an idiot?" We finally gave up. The radiologist suggested that we come back in a couple of weeks and possibly consider some sedation. So much for an $86 co-pay. Of course, the minute I put her in her car seat, she promptly crashed!
We'll see how she does at her appointment at Texas Children's Health Center for International Adoption on Friday.