The receptionist looked at me as if I were nuts. I'd just walked into the pediatrician's office, where we were scheduled for an appointment for Madeline to get a flu shot. I had asked the receptionist if they could squeeze in Jack for a rapid strep test.
"Is he sick?" she asked.
"Does he have a sore throat, a cold or a fever?"she continued.
See why she looked at me funny?
"I know this sounds crazy," I explained. "But Jack had strep throat last month, and when he did, his voice sounded a little different. Then, last week, Max had an infection on his finger that turned out to be strep, and Dr. F told me to get the kids checked, if they complained of sore throats. Well, Jack hasn't complained. He hasn't been sick at all. He feels well. He has no fever. He's eating normally. He's sleeping normally. He's behaving as he always does, but I just noticed that his voice sounds a little different again. My gut tells me he has strep. I know it sounds crazy. It's just a hunch, but I have to follow up on it. I know we don't have an appointment for him, but can he be seen, please?"
"Let me check," she sighed with a roll of her eyes.
A minute later she returned and told me that one of the docs would be able to examine Jack.
A little while later, a nurse escorted us from the waiting room into an exam room.
"So, Jack, you're not feeling well, buddy?" she asked.
"Nope, I feel fine," Jack said.
"Then, why are you here?" she asked with a confused look.
I gave her the same explanation that I gave the receptionist.
She furrowed her brow and shook her head in a non-verbal expression of "whatever..."
"Okay," she agreed reluctantly. "I'll swab his throat for the doctor."
I could tell that she, too, thought I was crazy.
Then, the doctor came in. She examined Jack.
"His throat looks fine. It's not red at all, and there are no spots," she said, as she continued to check him out. "His ears and nose look good. His glands feel fine. So far, I don't see anything wrong with him. I'd be surprised if he has strep."
She then went to get the results of the rapid strep test.
When she returned, the pediatrician entered the exam room laughing. "You're right!" she exclaimed. "He has strep!"
I knew it!
Diabetes has taught me to trust my intuition.
I know my kids. I'm tuned in. I can usually tell when something's not right, and I know that's in large part due to Jack's diabetes.
Monitoring Jack so closely, I have sharpened my "sixth sense," and I no longer ignore my hunches. There have been countless times when I've gotten a gut feeling that Jack's blood sugar was too low or too high, and a finger poke has proven me right.
I've also learned to be persistent and not give up, even when others, including experts like doctors, think I'm off my rocker.
If I hadn't followed my instincts, Jack probably would have ended up with a much more serious case of strep. He would have felt miserably, and the strep probably would have wreaked havoc with his sugars.
All of you moms out there, follow your instincts! Listen to your gut. Trust your intuition. Believe in yourself.
We mothers know best!