“Knees hurt Mama, boo boo doctor, knees hurt.”It’s a sentence I’ve heard quite often the past couple of weeks. At first you scoop him up and give him a kiss and send him on his way, but then you realize, he’s been saying that a lot. You notice him slowing down and setting off by himself, holding his knees. “
What’s wrong buddy?” you ask,
“Knees hurt Mama, knees hurt.”So you start to worry and then you tell yourself your insane there is noting wrong with your child, he’s two, he’s a rough and tumble boy of course his knees hurt! You go ahead and call the pediatrician in the morning, you assume they’ll call you back, tell you that you’re crazy and you’ll go meet up with the girls at the park and walk. The phone rings and you’re told to come in the office as soon as possible. In the time it takes you to hang up the phone and call your husband, you’re hysterical, tears streaming down your face as you picture your child suffering from some sort of rare bone cancer. You rush around the house in slow motion getting ready for the trip to the Dr. When you get there you judge every look, every comment. The check-in girl is extra sweet; you take it as sign that she knows something you don’t. Has word spread around the office that your child is super ill, so be extra nice. They call his name you walk down the hall as if the execution chair is behind exam room #2’s door.
As you answer all the questions the sick feeling in your stomach gets worse and worse, a second then third doctor are brought in, your fears become higher and higher. Seconds tick by like hours, every glance, sigh, and look seems to be leading to the worst possible news ever.
The doctor looks you straight in the eye and says,
“Our best guess is that he’s suffering from……………. growing pains.”
(Whew….. you start to breathe again)
BUT…..
We do want you to really keep track this week though, of times, length of complaint, etc… check for fevers, rashes, any changes in anything that seem to be not normal. If he’s still complaining next week, we’ll go ahead and run some other tests to rule out any serious issues.
On one had you are thrilled that there is nothing wrong with your child, on the other hand there is this nagging voice that says that there are still serious issues to be ruled out. So for the next week, I’m bound to be completely neurotic and over analyzing and down right annoying, but then again,
that’s Mommy-Hood.
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