Moms, Doctors, and Children, Oh My!

Recently, I dove through my brief cases, hunting for valuable proof of my connections in volunteering to help kids that I stored years ago. Supposedly, I had placed my certificates, letters of recommendation, and awards in plain-sight, but of course I wasn’t finding exactly what I needed at that moment. As I skimmed through my papers, by chance I discovered this story that I had written for my first writing class twenty-seven years ago. At first I didn’t remember the incident and then suddenly it all came back to me as if it was yesterday as it also was the day that the space shuttle, Challenger, exploded.  It definitely was a dramatic, earth-shattering day.  What the world didn’t know is that I was dealing with my own form of explosion… enjoy.

“There never was a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him asleep.”   Ralph Waldo Emerson

“You’re going to kill me!” shrieked my hysterical eight year old son, Mathew, as he cowered behind me.  “I’m not going to let you touch me!” he yelled at his surprised doctor.

Concerned at Mathew’s slow recovery from viral pneumonia, Dr. Michael Kazaras, Mathew’s pediatrician recommended that a blood sample be drawn to check Matt’s white blood cell count.  Hearing that the doctor intended to use a needle on his arm, Mathew rejuvenated immediately, as he sprang from the toppling chair where seconds before he had been sitting quiet and still.  Only the encrusted mud from between the wedges on his favorite red and black Skyjordan tennis shoes remained as evidence of Matt’s hasty retreat to the wall and corner behind me.

As Mathew sprang from the chair, he instantaneously jumped behind me, and with a death-like grip clung to the scarf tied tightly around my neck.  I unsuccessfully lunged to grab Matt while attempting to keep the scarf from choking me.  The strangle-hold on my neck indicated that I more than likely would be the one to die!  At least I was already in a doctor’s office and wouldn’t have to call 9-1-1.

Mathew, finally overcome with curiosity in the tourniquet the doctor was going to use on his arm, released my scarf. The tourniquet looked like the stretchy material for a sling-shot, and I’m sure Matt was thinking of the birds, squirrels, and raccoons around our home that he could terrorize, provided he could get his hands on the tourniquet.  As if teasing a rabbit with a carrot, Dr. Kazaras slowly maneuvered Mathew to the table.  Pounce – we had him!  Now I know why doctors go to school for such a long time… to learn the fine art of ensnaring an eight year old boy.

Patience and understanding exuded from the Greek doctor as mother and doctor pinned Mathew to the table.  Dr. Kazaras’, “Wait until you see the neat band-aide I’m going to give you” convinced Matt to hold still so the doctor could insert the needle, and that he wasn’t going to die after all.  “I want my band-aide NOW!” screamed Mathew as the needle came out of his arm.

When I remember this incident, I think about the number of times my childhood doctor had to chase me around his examining room as I was terrified of needles too.  Maybe my son learned his escape tactics from me.  Come to think of it, I’m STILL terrified of needles, I can’t imagine why.  I can remember my doctor telling me to “RELAX” so that he didn’t break off his needle in my rock-hard, tense butt!  It’s easy for him to say, as he’s the one holding the needle!

Now, my son and his wife are about to have their first child.  I think I’ll give him this story… to prepare him for fatherhood.

 

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About Gwynn Rogers

After 20 years of sales and marketing experience in the fields of real estate, high tech, and corporate travel, Gwynn has moved on to the career of “Grandma.” When not teaching her granddaughters an extensive vocabulary of “alley-oop-boop, ups-a-daisy, cowabunga or bummer”, Gwynn can be found hunting for mentors for the Kitsap Youth Mentoring Consortium, or chasing her fantasies on her treadmill. Gwynn currently freelances for magazines.
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6 Responses to Moms, Doctors, and Children, Oh My!

  1. Susan says:

    O Gwynn this was too funny and dear! The images of all 3 of you in the doc’s room made me smile! Imagine if you had chocked and you needed the needle to resuscitate you. Poor boy Mathew, yes you must tell him and prepare him.
    A lovely story thank you!

    • Gwynn Rogers says:

      Hey, all it would have taken to resuscitate me then would have been one prick of the needle. I STILL have to close my eyes! However, as silly as it seems, I still chuckle remembering this incident. Have you ever had an eight year old boy hanging from your neck by a scarf? 😉

      I can laugh now, but it was a traumatic day. Thanks for your comment, Susan. I figured that with your two sons you may have experienced similar incidents and could empathize.

  2. patgarcia says:

    Hi,
    Funny, hilarious, and described with lots of love from a mother’s heart. This story shows your versatility and way with words.

    Needless to say, I had to laugh at Matt’s shock moment when he realized what the doctor planned to do. Children are like that. Even more funny was his reactions, again Children are like that. They do the unexpected, react quickly: and surprise the adult world.

    So thank you for the interesting review of one of the incidents that come out of your past but also many thanks for showing another side of yourself.

    This article, with all of its humor, shows your adeptness with words and your ability to paint funny pictures in the mind of your readers.

    Good job and keep up the good work.

    Ciao,
    Patricia

    • Gwynn Rogers says:

      Hi Patricia,

      Your comments mean so much to me. Thank you!

      I much prefer seeing the humor to life, than the sorrow. However, writing about the sorrow in my life has helped me realize so much about the family dynamics in my life. I wasn’t such a bad kid after all. But, you will note that the humor comes from my grown life with my kids and grandkids. I guess as they say… “I’m going from the dark into the light.”

      Thank you for your caring!
      Gwynn

  3. Fun story, Gwynn. I love those kinds of memories. Kellie was always good at the doctor’s, thankfully, even the day I slammed her thumb in the car door.

    You paint a vivid picture. A delight to read.

    • Gwynn Rogers says:

      Thanks for your comments, Samantha. I loved running into this story as I had forgotten this day. Now, I can look back and chuckle, but it was a scary day, especially having an eight year old boy hanging from my neck! Generally, the kids were good at the doctor’s office, but this was a particularly frightening experience for Matt. I STILL want to run and hide when I see a needle coming my way! The good part is that this story made me remember another story about my kids, that I need to work on and post. I think you will chuckle. I appreciate your time and comments. You are a wonderful support! Gwynn

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