Brandi’s First Doctor Appointment

Brandi’s First Doctor Appointment

My poor baby. Here in Texas, state law requires a newborn screening when the baby is two weeks old. Along with the PKU test, it check for a few more things. I don’t even know what all they check for. Guess I could go look it up. Blahh, don’t feel like it right now. Anyway, the nurse walked in and saw her foot where they had been pricking her foot in the hospital and didn’t want to stick Brandi because she thought that she wasn’t going to be able to get blood. I told her it was okay, I’m diabetic and they had to keep sticking her in the hospital to check her sugar. So, the nurse pricks MY child’s foot and starts squeezing. If it weren’t absolutely necessary that she be tested, I think I would have had to kill that woman. My dad had to drive us, and was sitting in the room with us, was in the corner bawling. Brandi was screaming. Not just the I’m pissed, I’m wet, or I’m hungry hollar, she was screaming. Screaming at the top of her lungs, “Mom save me, get this fucking bitch up off my foot.”, screaming. As soon as it was over I scooped her up and she calmed, but was still whimpering. Oh how I hate that nurse now. She was doing her job, but My baby was in pain. Brandi crashed when I put her in her car seat and didn’t wake up for five hours. She was worn out from the ordeal. Poor baby.

Why doesn’t anybody tell you the very second you become a mother, your instinct to kill becomes overly active at the thought of someone hurting your child? I knew I was neurotic, but through the whole thing, all I could think was stop hurting my child, or I’m going to wrap my hands around your throat.

Okay, finally learned how to do the pics, I think. We shall find out soon enough. I’m going to try again.

Y’all take care and have a blessed day.

Mandy