Last week, I moved my day off from Friday to earlier in the the week so that I could go with Rich to Anna's twice rescheduled appointment with her new GI doctor. That was the original plan. Grammy had the opportunity to fly to Michigan to visit her family and because my grandfather's health is declining, we encouraged her to go. Unfortunately, this left with us with no one to bring Little Cats A and C to their dance class, which was the same time as Anna's appointment. So we changed our plans, which happens quite frequently when you have children.
If the appointment had been anywhere but in Boston, I would have taken Anna by myself. Long story short, it was decided that Rich would accompany Anna to her appointment while I would bring A and C to dance class. We briefly discussed bringing all three in for the appointment but cramming a family of 5 into a small examination room isn't very productive.
As I combed Anna's hair that morning, I told her that the doctor just wanted to talk to her and Daddy and that he may feel her tummy but there wouldn't be any ultrasounds or needles or big tests or machines. She nodded her head in acknowledgement and then quietly repeated what I had told her. She's so quiet sometimes. I wish she would talk more about what's going on in her mind. Maybe that's too much to ask of a five year old?
It took her forever to decide upon which shoes to wear and then to actually put her shoes on. As I walked her out the front door to where Rich was waiting in the yard, she turned to me and said, "Mommy, you take me to the doctor. Daddy can take sissies to dance." Crap. I was standing there unshowered, in my pajamas and it was past the time when Rich really wanted to leave.
So Anna was fine without me. I had some Mommy guilt though. The appointment went well. This doctor definitely made an effort unlike the previous doctor who told us that she was holding in her poop. Those of you who have kids with spina bifida are surely laughing at that right now. How can you hold it in when you HAVE NO CONTROL AND CAN'T FEEL A DAMN THING?
Little Cats A and C at dance class. Well, really before and after dance class. No parents allowed in the room during class.
I wish Anna-Bug was in these pictures too.
The rest of the day was very difficult. Anna was acting out as she sometimes does. I don't want to get into a whole big discussion on it. It sucks. I just wish that she would voice her feelings instead of attacking one of her sisters or flipping out because the color plate she wants is dirty. We just want her to be happy.