I took one look at Robby yesterday and knew that we were destined to visit the doctor. He has been battling a fever for nearly a week and has not been showing signs of improvement. Although he has only complained about his head hurting, I decided it was time to become a little more aggressive by seeking medical input.
Packing him up for the doctor I was preparing myself for the condescending look I always sense from the doctor as a common cold is diagnosed. I hate that look! I always leave those appointments feeling oddly ashamed for bringing my child to the doctor for a simple ailment. I am not a mother who overreacts and is prone to panic, but I feel that the doctor judges me as doing both after those sick visits.
Willing to risk the condescension, I trusted my gut that something deeper was plaguing Robby. It turns out that my instincts were correct. Although he hasn't complained about his ear hurting, my poor little Koopa has suffered a ruptured ear drum in his bad ear.
Robby is now on strong antibiotics and today I'll be working the phone to get him an appointment with his ear specialist. With his hearing issues I am not going to take any chances. While I'm saddened that my instincts were correct, I'm glad that I trusted my gut and took him to the doctor. I wish I had taken him earlier!