Yeah, that just happened.
Let me set the scene:
4am - toddler wakes up and does NOT ... like NOPE ... want to go back to bed.
415am - said toddler goes into brother's room "Pst! PST! You 'wake?"
430am - I hear said toddler shuffle up to my bed.
433am - I drag said toddler back into his room, him crying, and place him back in bed with a book.
5am - said toddler is quiet.
530am - said toddler is awake again, trying to get brother's attention
545am - both boys are awake and playing in brother's room
6am - (normal time to wake up for school but because we have a doctor's appt, we really don't have to be up until 645am) Big brother is bored and wants to go in front room.
605am - Me, "NO! stay in your room and be quiet!"
610am - Big brother, "but I'm hungry!"
615am - Boys are giggling in brother's room, and I don't care. Just as long as I get to sleep a little longer.
630am - Big brother, "Mom ... Mom ..." Me, "go away. do you want me to be grumpy?"
635am - toddler screams, I get up and the chaos begins.
640am-715am - brother needs to dress, eat, take meds, clean the mess he and his brother made. Toddler needs fed, dressed and he too needs to pick up his room that he and his brother messed up. I am making snacks for the road trip.
725am - we get in car. head the 20 mins to hospital. But traffic occurs and I take the gateway instead, but that wasn't any quicker as EVERYONE was on the gateway because the highway was backed up. But not as bad as the gateway, so I should've just stayed behind the huge semi carrying 5 billion cars.
750am - I'm about 10 minutes away, and that's good because the appointment is in 10 mins.
758am - enter the hospital entrance just to be called out of the gate entrance for a "random" inspection. I express my frustrations to the MPs, they check the car after I open all doors, the trunk and the hood, and look up the insurance on the phone mobily. (if that's a word)
805am - enter hospital garage.
810am - walk down stairs because elevator is too slow. Enter hospital.
810am-818am - wander around the "first floor" trying to find said doctor office only to find out the floor we entered on (ground level) is actually level 3. So we go down one set of stairs ... wander, then another set (because we didn't know it was level three until we went down the first set of stairs.
818am - finally get into the doctor office 18 minutes late. He takes us straight in.
You'd think the story ends there.
Welp. It doesn't.
Now, my eldest (who has ADHD) has been having other physical issues due to either his meds, diet, mental, .... whatever. So this appointment was to talk to a nutritionist about his diet. I thought it was a good idea and was referred to it by the regular medical doctor as an option.
I mean, if this doc can give some insight to what's going on with my eldest, shit, I'll take the advice.
All throughout the appointment, the doc only spoke to me. My eldest complained he was bored (even though he brought TWO Harry Potter books to read). The toddler touched every single piece of equipment the doctor had.
Every time I corrected the toddler, the toddler would scream. And not like a little shrill, no. Like a full blown scream that rattled the ear drums.
I gave in and gave the phone to the toddler to play games or watch movies. But nope, he kept pushing buttons that messed up the game or stopped the movie. Eldest would "try to help" but in reality he'd just play the game while his little brother screamed because he wanted the phone back.
After about 10 minutes of this, I took the phone away. Thus adding more screams, tears, and tantrums.
The doctor talked to me about proper nutrition, what he should and shouldn't be eating.
And that was it. I was out of the office within 15 minutes.
Guys.
I've heard this schpill 5 billion times already by the other 8 doctors my eldest has seen. The medical doctor. The psychiatrist. The psychologist. The behavior therapist. The GI. The nurse that took the blood pressure .... I mean. What was the point of this appointment?
I thought maybe it was to start a food diary. Or make a meal plan. Or do weekly check ins about meals.
SOMETHING.
But no, that was it.
All that stress, and I don't feel any closer to a solution than I did when I first started this journey. And really, my son didn't need to miss school for this. I had to wait a month to see this doctor, take the kid outta school, and for what? Nothing.
Because of the move, this "issue" that my son has been having has had to restart with everything because each doctor doesn't want to call up the other to ask about progress or what has been going on to deter the issue already. I have offered phone numbers multiple times. Each wants to make their own diagnostic and be the hero.
When in reality, all I want is a solution.
Shit. It took 2 flipping months for my son to finally get prescribed the ADHD meds he needs to focus in school. In which he's been going to school without meds because .... ahem ... military healthcare insurance is great because it's "free" BUT it takes flipping forever to get anything accomplished.
Sigh.
I want to pull my hair out.
I want to go to bed, pull the sheets over my head, and go to sleep ...
for like a MONTH.
Sleeping Beauty had it right. I should prick my finger on the sewing machine I'm pulling out today to make the kids Halloween costumes and fall into a slumber for a month.
Shit, I'll take 10 hours.
I'll put a note taped to my forehead to my husband that says, "don't kiss me awake until Oct 1."
That'd be the life huh?
But then I'd miss all the giggles, all the hugs and kisses. All the important moments in growing up and all the love they share with me.
It truly is, a catch 20.
Good luck y'all ... and remember there's always chocolate.
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