Doctor, Doctor

Finding a pediatrician really was near the top of the list. After all, with three young kids, we were bound to need one in the not-too-distant future.

When we arrived at the pediatric ER on our fifth day in the Commonwealth of PA, I blushed when I explained to the intake nurse that I hadn’t had a chance to get a primary physician for Beernut. Who, as it so happens, had dislocated AND fractured the fifth phlange on his left foot. Translation? He broke his baby toe. We followed up with a visit to a pediatric orthopod the next day and then got back to the massive task that is UNPACKING.

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“Did you hear that?” asked PC.

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“Meh…it’s just a cough.” Mind you, that’s the same thing I said three weeks ago about Poppyseed and her cough turned out to be due to walking pneumonia.

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And so…on Tuesday, I set out to find a doctor. Everyone had recommended that I ask around for referrals. Which I dutifully did. And with all the votes tallied, I was overjoyed to learn that all the moms I had asked were in agreement. Hooray! I thought, this was so easy.

Except…the office that came most recommended by the moms on our street isn’t taking any new patients at this time. Drat!

After wallowing in self-pity for an hour, I called their satellite office and was delighted to be given an appointment for the following morning. Which turned out to be a very good thing.

Dx?? Bronchitis.

Meet Mr. Bowtie. He’s our (new) resident pediatric nebulizer. Peach adores him, thank God, since he’s got to take three breathing treatments each day from Mr. Bowtie until the symptoms begin to subside.

Any bets that I’ll get the kids to a doctor any sooner next time??