This wasn't exactly my favourite day.
Vava's been sick, and after struggling to control her fever and cough for a few days, I phoned the telehealth line. The nurse recommended she be seen by a doctor, so Patrick came home from work and I set off with Vava for the walk-in.
The first one: full.
The second one: full.
The third one: closed for vacation.
The fourth one: full.
The fifth one: closed for vacation.
I'm not going to lie. My typical tolerance level for persisting through setbacks is pretty small. But I've been trying to deliberately instill determination and persistence in the kids, talking with them about setbacks and attitude and reframing bad situations with positive words, so I guess it was time for me to practice what I've been preaching. But after driving all over the city, dragging my feverish little girl in and out of the cold, I felt the last of my small store of pluck give way as we saw the closed sign on the fifth clinic's door.
A kind lady nearby recommended the emergency room. "They're usually a little quicker with the young ones," she smiled.
So I straightened my back and we buckled in for one last try.
And they were great - the Thunder Bay emergency room is one of the fastest I've ever been in. We were assessed and saw the doctor straight away. Somehow there was a mix up though, and we waited for maybe 2 hours after seeing the doctor before we were sent for xrays.
Vava was awesome. Sweet and good and funny. But her eyes were red and her fever was determined to return and she was shy. She was hungry, but told me she'd rather wait for pizza from her favourite place than buy anything at the hospital. She cooperated through her swabs and xrays without a peep. Finally she was diagnosed with strep throat and we left with a prescription, four hours after pulling into the parking lot.
As I helped her hop out of the van to go buy pizza, she squeezed me tight and sighed, "oh mama, thank you for a lovely outing!"
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It's always always always about perspective, isn't it?
What was a really challenging day for me was a chance for uninterrupted cuddles and one-on-one time for Vava.
Wherever you are, whatever you're doing, I hope you, too, can find something in it that's lovely. A four-year-old can almost always help.