If it were my doctor, he’d have said, “Let’s do one more thing” before he started spouting/vomiting/preaching.

Remember her name and when they say, ‘Your dr. is not in, would you like to see so and so.” JUST SAY NO! LOL

I’m sure you know tha already — because I’m a bit behind on your blog. I’ll keep reading to find out how this all turns out. No need to reply.

Our first run in with her was a check up with our third son. He was born with a tumor that had to be removed, non-cancerous, but brought with it elevated alpha-fetal proteins in his blood, which were being monitored by his surgeon. My husband took Elijah in, the first time he went in without me.

The dr freaked out about his weight. Which was completely in line with the pattern of our elder two boys. She asked Rich about how much Elijah nursed. which he could only answer by saying that he nursed all the time. She wanted us to weigh him before and after each time he nursed, and probably put him on formula. Finally, they called me, and I asked if he was vastly different than his brothers.

Brothers? She didn’t know he had brothers. She hadn’t looked at his chart. “Oh, I see that they did the same thing.” She didn’t know he’d had the surgery until she undressed him and saw the scar. She had us go to the hospital to take a fecal sample which we did because we were concerned she’d report us to CPS if we didn’t. Boy was that fun.

Meanwhile, we went on vacation (the next day), and when we came back, there was a message on our phone that she got the test results, and all was well, of course. However, she was very concerned because she saw that his AFP levels were shockingly high. No kidding. There was a second phone message saying that she had talked to his surgeon, and it turns out that the AFP level was lower than it had been and was on a downward trend. Hmmm. We knew that already, so did his surgeon, so did the other drs in the practice. Argh.

Like I said, she’s good when you know your child needs antibiotics, but he doesn’t show enough for them to take seriously. We don’t do any check ups with her, though.

Prayers for the continued good health of your son.

When my husband was 5 his legs were too tired to climb stairs. His parents took him to the doctor, who thought he had muscular dystrophy. Duchenne’s to be exact. The one where you will be lucky to reach the ripe old age of 20. It was a week or so before they could get in to a specialist, so they spent Labor Day weekend watching Jerry Kids and crying. After some muscle biopsies it was determined that it was indeed muscular dystrophy, but childhood dermatamyositis, for which he took some prednisone and moved on with his life.

My heart goes out to those with a false alarm of a worst case scenario, and to those for whom it is not a false alarm but a reality. Life is precious. Our children are precious. God’s grace be with you.

Let this be a reminder: We always worry way more than we should when it comes to our children.

Let this be a chance: to do maybe a bit more to help the staff become more educated in how to handle these situations.

That must have been very scary for you.

You are such a gracious writer. I would graciously write her a letter and c.c. it to the Doctor and would definately NEVER see her again. She will only learn if her consequences are brought to her attention, and she might think twice before she does that the next time to another Mother.

Tanya

We had a very similar experience, with just that much compassion from the medical “professional”, when we were finding out our daughter had a kidney disease.

Also, once when I told the receptionist that I did not want to see the NP, but the real doctor, she told me that a nurse practitioner is the “same thing as a doctor.” Hmmmmm…. I wonder if all those doctors know how much money they wasted on medical school.