Calgon, take me away

Yesterday was L&L's 3 year well check at the pediatrician. They are measuring great (Lk is a little taller than Lm). He is in the 50th percentile on proportion etc and the doctor said "perfect proportion." Lm is a little stockier, that is just his build but he's doing great also.

The dr. looked at Lk's back because I found a small lump on his vertebrae that I was worried about but he said it's fine and looked at the one on his neck again and said there is nothing to worry about. So that's the most important thing.

However, he was concerned to see Lk flailing and crying hysterically from the moment we stepped into the exam room until about 3/4 of the visit was over. He wondered about a pathological social anxiety disorder and I swear he was on the verge of referring him to a child psychiatrist. I had to explain (over the screaming and wailing) that he's not normally like this at other places at all, he's only like this at the doctor or the dentist. In short, he's afraid of pain and needles. It's such an unpleasant experience for me to bring him in that I myself need an anti-anxiety pill just to get through it.

The hours long wait to see the doctor, the fighting between the boys over any new toy they both want in the waiting room, their fear of being examined by a stranger, the major expense of my copays, their flu nasal spray (they didn't even need shots!) it all ads up to a whole lotta stress on momma here. I'm embarassed to say I drank 5 bulldogs at the pub after work with K. Today I'm just super tired.

Next up will be the swine flu shots at the end of Oct at the health clinic...can't wait for that visit...