It’s time for me to meet my Pediatrician. Big Brother tried to whisper a warning to me but I couldn’t hear him. Dr. Bennet is her name, and I will be seeing her at least weekly she said, until my surgery.
She seems to be nice, but I’m not sure about her Nurse. My breathing was becoming a bit more labored and water was starting to collect and we all were worried about congestive heart failure. As she listened to my heart she asked if other doctors could listen as well and my parents agreed. If it would help them with a patient later in life, I know I have done my part. She didn’t like the way my heart and breathing sounded so she put me on some medicine to remove some of the water. Even though I am getting weaker, the medicine should help me not have anymore complications. To all the parents out there… Psst! My condition isn’t so widely seen so don’t be afraid to really talk with your doctor and work and grow with him/her although I am sure after the skiddishness goes away they will do ample research for your son or daughter as well. They will do their very best.
Now I know what brother was talking about. The Nurse equals pain. She stuck me several times. Ouch!!! And I cried and cried. Thank goodness my parents were there and cuddled me until I felt safe again. The ouchy doesn’t go away all that quickly though. Dr. Bennett is concerned about me but she has allowed me to go home still. Thank you, Dr. Bennet!