Yesterday not a good day. Waverly and I left the house early for an appointment down at Children's Hospital. We have been waiting to see this particular orthopedist for months. She was highly recommended to us from several of our doctors. We are still trying to find the source of Waverly's pain (although it has lessened over the past 2 weeks). Wavey's PT took the time to accompany us to the appointment, so she could give her input on what she is seeing in therapy. We waited 3 hours to see the doctor - 3 hours!!! When she finally appeared, she focused instantly on Vitamin D deficiencies in children. She then talked about her experience with Sanfilippo, which seemed quite dated and uninformed. She looked at Wavey's heel cord tightness, told me to put inserts in her shoes and said goodbye. Umm, I waited months for this appointment, not to mention the 3 hours stuck in a little exam room, for THAT?! I stopped her and said, what could be causing her pain, her crying, the redness and swelling in her knees. She didn't think Wavey was in pain. In the less than 10 minutes she was with her, she deduced that. She didn't look at her hips or knees, she didn't watch her walk, didn't check her range of motion. I just collapsed to the floor stunned as she walked out of the room. The PT equally shocked at how little interest the doctor showed at addressing Waverly's needs.
In the midst of the morning, it was Oliver's last day of preschool. I enjoy celebrating this little milestones. It is good for my heart and spirit to acknowledge his second year of preschool coming to an end. I missed it. I couldn't put him on the bus for the photo opt. I missed the walk down to the local custard shop for a treat with the class. And I was an hour late picking him up. Bad mommy.
I wish I could have a do over. For both kids.