This blog is about organizing and decluttering. However, I was very moved by an experience yesterday and wanted to share it.
My baby had to go to the hospital for an endoscopy. My baby, literally, is a baby. He’s 11 months old. He’s always had a temperamental tummy. He’s on a very $$$$$ non-dairy non-soy formula called Neocate. Since we don’t know what’s bothering Baby the doctors wanted to rule out celiac.
Due to an insurance fiasco that needed to be settled before they could start the procedure, we had a much longer wait in the waiting room than planned. What do you do with a hungry, thirsty, tired, and bored 11 month old in a hospital waiting room?
First an art therapist came by and brought us some bubbles. Baby M. loved watching them float and popping the ones he could. The art therapist said there was a medical clown on a different floor who would be coming to visit us soon. My first thought was a bit skeptical, as my baby doesn’t even know what a clown is, but when the clown came, he was so excited! She sang songs to him, made silly faces at him, and kept him focused on something besides being uncomfortable.
She even went in with us to the operating room (or whatever they call the room where they perform the endoscopy). She entertained him with small toys and sang lullabies to him while the anesthesiologist put on the mask on him. At that point, she was even a comfort for me because if you have ever had the experience of putting a child under anesthesia, it’s a bit unnerving to see your child thrash around and then be still.
The good news is the procedure went smoothly and the doctor says it does not look like celiac; there is no inflammation and everything looked normal. The biopsy results will arrive in a few weeks.
A million thanks to the clown and art therapist at Shaare Tzedek hospital. I don’t know your name, but you really made a stressful morning turn out to be a positive experience. Thank you.
Thanks for reading.
-Karen, The Klutter Koach
January 12, 2016