|Zoey pretending to be sick so the doctor |
wouldn't think we were crazy for coming in for a sick visit.
Scottie has fever for over a week and coughing ALL the stinking time. I finally take her in to the doctor and guess what? Pneumonia! What kind of mom let's her kid (no, both kids) go a week with fever and coughing?
I second guess myself constantly. I don't want to spend the $50 copay if it is just a little virus that just needs to run its course. Wait...I am waiting too long. What if something is really wrong and I waited because of money? What will the pediatrician think of me? A mom who waits a week with not just one sick kid, but two, what kind of mom is that? Will they write something in their chart? I feel embarrassed. I should have known. I should have acted. I should have...something.
The truth is that there is always this voice in my head telling me that I am not enough. I am not the wife Scott wants. I am not the mother that my kids deserve. I am not a good pastor's wife. I am not a good daughter, sister, friend, neighbor... oh the list is endless. I can give solid arguments about why I am not good enough. Sure I can think of a few things that I do well, but they don't come close to the list of the should haves and not enoughs.
Tuesday morning I wake up and make Scottie her doctor appointment. I am anxious about what the doctor will think, but also how much I will beat myself up afterwards. I have been sleeping in Zoey's bed next to Scottie at night, so I can pull Scottie to a sitting position when she begins to uncontrollably cough. The first few nights it was constant. Pull her up. Tell her to breathe. Give her water. Comfort her as she falls back to sleep. Repeat every 10 minutes. I am just tired.
The doctor had a difficult time listening to Scottie's lungs because she wasn't breathing deeply. She told me to go to the hospital across the street and get a chest x-ray. No problem doc, of course I will. I cannot tell her the truth because the truth is ugly and embarrassing. The truth of not being enough is one I try to keep very quiet and secret.
It's raining. Scottie is not a fan of the rain.
I cannot find the stupid building. Why are there so many buildings and none are labeled well? I keep texting and calling Scott and he isn't responding. Why isn't he responding? I cannot do this. I cannot be the calm, rational one to help Scottie navigate this new experience. Scott is the calm one. Scott is the one who can get Scottie to do almost anything. He doesn't get as frustrated. He is sweet. For goodness sake, he has slept! She needs him. I need him. WHERE IS HE!!!
I leave and run through Wendy's because Scottie needs to eat lunch and maybe Scott will call me back. Scottie doesn't want to get out of the minivan because of the rain, so we sit in the parking lot and I call Scott and text him again and again. I email his assistant and ask if he has a meeting. He always responds. I cannot find the building and I cannot do this!
I call the hospital and ask specifically which building the x-rays are in and we head back to the hospital. I drive around in the rain until I find the right one. We finally park and Scottie asks to stay in the minivan because she HATES THE RAIN! At this point, I am not a big fan of the rain either.
We go in and are waiting for our turn to register. And she spots balloons. For the love, why balloons. She HATES BALLOONS! We check in and they have to put a wrist band on her. She's not a big fan of those either, but I convince her to wear it. She's anxious. Quiet. Looking around. I am anxious. Looking at my phone desperately wanting a response from Scott. Wanting him to show up and help because I cannot do this. I feel sick to my stomach.
The x-ray tech calls us back and I tell the sweet lady and her trainee that Scottie is on the spectrum and will need lots of explanation. We go back to the room and the machine is making its low humming noise. The lady asks Scottie, "What is your name?" Scottie replies, "Scottie Denton." (OK I wasn't sure she would answer even though technically it is Cate.) Then the tech asks, "What is your birthday?" I hold my breath because I am not sure if she knows or will answer. Scottie says, "12. March" and I finish by saying 2004. The lady says, "Scottie. My name is Donna and I'm going to take a picture of your chest." Scottie puts her hand out so she can shake Donna's hand and says, "Nice to meet you." (I am overwhelmed with her response and wow what progress she has made the last year or two.)
After 30 seconds of trying to get Scottie into position she finally stays in position for the picture, but jumps when they take the pic. I tell her that it would make that noise for the picture, but then it stops. Then Donna gives her a heads up for the next picture. Scottie does it. Change position. Scottie does it.
Donna tells her that they were perfect pictures and she is finished. Scottie asks, "Can I see my pictures?" (After all, she is the selfie queen and these are selfies!) Donna says of course and has her come into the little office and shows her all 3 pictures. Scottie says, "They look like me!" Then we thank her for being so sweet to us and we leave.
As we left the room, Scottie says "Mom. I did it."
Yes, Scottie you did. You did it. You were brave and awesome and amazing. So very proud of you.
As we walk to the car Scott calls, but I cannot answer because I am feeling overwhelmed. Scottie did it, but so did I. I kept her calm. I helped her. I am capable of being what she needs me to be.
Scott was in a meeting at work and it is the one time that they asked all cell phones and computers not be in the room. What? What are the chances? Truth is had Scott answered my first call, he would have dropped everything and left so he could be there the whole time. He would have come to save me...to help Scottie. But on that rainy, balloon filled day, Scottie saved the day!
I just finished reading Chasing Slow by Eric Loechner. (Read this book. It's awesome.) She says this...
"Busyness is a by product of our culture. It is the sacrifice we make for our religion of more, for our perfectionist tendencies, for our temptation to overschedule, over inform, overprovide. But the answer is not to lower the expectations we have created. The answer, I believe, it live up to the expectations we have been created for. Live up the expectations that you are what your child needs. That your focus, your time, your attention, your failings-that these are enough."
Live up to the expectations that I was created for NOT the ones I have created. The expectations I have created are impossible. I am exactly what my Scottie, my kids, and Scott need. All of me. Failures. Anxiety. All of me. I am enough.
Once again, I learn a valuable, life changing lesson because of our sweet Scottie.
Scottie did it that Tuesday afternoon, but I also did it because I am enough.
|One of Scottie's MANY selfies!|