Since my son was born we’ve had our share of doctor appointments, ER visits, I mean we spent 13 days in the NICU. But today, today was tough. As I mentioned in a previous blog post I kept hearing a click in my little mans hips and our pediatrician referred us to an Orthopedic Specialist. I was really nervous going in to that appointment, I didn’t want to hear what they were going to tell me and I didn’t want to see any x-rays. Turns out my guy has some hip problems. Hip Dysplasia, well super early hip dysplasia. Basically if we don’t take steps to actively help him now he could have full on hip dysplasia when he gets older. His sockets are shallow, his femoral heads haven’t formed and his pelvis is angled. Now this isn’t worst case scenario, it sounds scary and worrisome and it is of course something we need to get on right away but it’s not horrible news. So how do we fix it? Well we help his little hips out with various exercises and he’ll have to wear a brace when he sleeps…for four months. Four months…basically the rest of my pregnancy. And today, today was the day I took my guy in to get fitted for his brace.
I don’t get upset when my son gets his vaccination shots, we’ve had some serious ER scares and one in particular where he had to have a CT Scan really got me teary eyed but today was different. We were past his nap time so he was already a little fussy and then the fitting started and the man doing the fitting couldn’t believe how stiff my sons leg was. He kept making comments that typically babies aren’t stiff like that, had I noticed that, were we working on that. This combined with my son crying as the fitting took place was enough to put me on the edge. I wanted to tell the guy “do you really think I haven’t noticed my sons stiff leg?” “do you really think we aren’t actively working on that?” “do you realize that since I brought my son home after his first 13 days of life were spent in the hospital that we’ve had a physical therapist coming in to work with us every other freakin week?” “do you know how stressed out I am about my son?” Because had I said any of these things then just maybe he’d realize that at this moment I didn’t need his comments on my sons stiff leg. I needed him to focus on the fitting and get it over quickly because we are now 40 minutes past nap time and my son needed to go to sleep. But I didn’t say anything like that, I told him yes we’d noticed and it’s definitely something we are working on…I mentioned that in fact, his pediatric chiropractor just gave me a great hamstring stretch for this. And then I got “what made you go see a chiropractor”. O M G. This fitting couldn’t be over with soon enough. At that moment I wish I could have switched places with my husband. I wish I could have been in a 3 hour management meeting instead of at this place watching my son cry while this guy I had never met questioned me on my sons leg and my choices in medical care.
At this point, I’m just tired. I’m tired of people asking me about my son. I know, I know. By taking him to these places I’m opening myself up to these comments but am I really? Just because I take my son in to get fitted for a brace does that mean I have to be questioned about his medical history and what I’m doing to help him? I don’t think so.
I don’t know if I’m right in feeling this way, all I know is that I DO feel this way. I understand that everyone has a right to their opinion but I think sometimes its ok for people to just keep them to themselves.
Angry & Tired Mommy