Showing posts with label doctor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label doctor. Show all posts

Monday, January 10, 2011

The truth about me and the other mother

Xavi has a son from a previous relationship, a beautiful, wonderful little 8 year old boy. The same cannot be said for the mother of this little boy. I have had a thorn in my side for almost 5 years; she is about 1meter 48 tall, has long brown hair and goes by the nickname of the wicked witch. This is not your typical story about the new girlfriend not liking the ex partner of the boyfriend, this story if fairly unique. Let me tell you the story about me and the other mother.
Some people ask me why I dislike Yaincoa’s mother so much and I am sure that many people think that I am biased, I am taking Xavi’s side in the seperation or it is due to some unfounded jealousy due to her and xavi having a child together. I will admit that in the beginning of our relationship I was insecure about xavi and the wicked witch getting back together as they have a son together. I imagined situations that could occur between them and felt scared. She was the mother of his child, I was the tourist who was from a different culture and didn’t speak the language. However a few months into our relationship, I quickly realised that xavi would never go back there.  For a long time I tried to encourage xavi to put aside all the bad that wicked witch had done to him and try to be the better person for the sake of yaincoa. I encouraged him to shelve his feelings and to try again and again and again with her.
After a while that changed. I started to see what wicked witch was really like; I started to see her true side. She has two sides. I have seen both. she has hated me for most of the 5 years xavi and I have been together, but at one brief point, she showed me the side she shows people sometimes, not the real her as this side of her only appears for brief periods. But when she showed it to me, it could have made me think ‘what a great person’ if I didn’t already know what she was really like. Let me explain. I will try to be as brief as possible, but I don’t know if I will manage.
In the beginning I witnessed her threatening xavi with yaincoa along the lines of ‘this weekend you won’t see your son, you can’t have him’ etc. She knows how sensitive xavi is and she would make these threats but never follow through, she would do it to hurt him. For the first few years of our relationship she would still make moves towards xavi. She would answer the door in her pants, she would suggest they get back together for the benefit of yaincoa, she would wear a sexy little practically see through black dress to a school meeting when she knew xavi would be there, when she found out we were having some money problems, she would offer to xavi that he (and not me) could sleep in her flat, and after me being with xavi (and therefore yaincoa) for a year, she tried to prohibit me from going to Yaincoa’s baptism. And when I did go, she did not say a word to me and instead tried to play a game of how close she was to Xavi’s parents by holding her mother’s hand and telling her how much she loved her in front of me. Apparently not something she had done before. She now simply refers to me as ‘the other one’. I think that I have my own personal reasons just on this alone to dislike her.
But it is not only for that.
The father who would do anything for his son
I have seen her being sweet and friendly to Xavi and I have seen her saying all the right things. I have then seen her insult him and being more vulgar than I have ever seen anyone being. She has told lies about xavi to people who used to be her friends (and who are now our friends) and she has called Xavi a bastard behind his back in front of other parents at Yaincoa’s school. In emails only from last year she has called xavi a liar 16 times, told him that any problem with yaincoa is ‘uniquely and exclusively’ his fault 6 times, called him selfish 5 times, told him he has a mouth full of shit twice, told xavi that he is traumatising / destroying / screwing up the life of yaincoa 8 times, calls him a closet gay 4 times, called him a bad son a bad father and a bad person various times. She has also told him that he doesn’t respect her various times. Yet somehow she feels all the insulting and name calling she does is not a lack of respect. What has xavi called her? Nothing, I read every single one of his emails. What has he done to get these responses from her? He has, at the most, been a nag. About what? About trying to get her to be more responsible with regards to her son as I am about to describe. I have seen her lie to xavi repeatedly, I have seen her insult him repeatedly, I have seen her do everything she can to hurt xavi and cause him as much pain and distress as possible. Just for this I think that I would have enough reason to dislike her
But it is not only for that.
I have then seen how she is with her son. A sweet and innocent little boy who loves and adores his mother but who comes with his fair share of problems. I have heard how after a few months of being with xavi she talked about wanting a baby. Xavi did not. After 5months of being together, she got pregnant. Although she was pregnant, she didn’t feel that this was reason enough to stop drinking or smoking constantly throughout her entire pregnancy. Yaincoa has had asthma and chronic bronchitis all his life. When yaincoa was born she gave him as much as possible to Xavi’s mother to look after so that she would have her free time and her time with xavi. Xavi protested this, but she said it was normal. She would let Xavi’s mom stay up all night with yaincoa when he was a baby and was sick and she would sleep through the night in the other room. I have seen her throw herself on the floor hugging him in a grand and exaggerated gesture after being away from him for . . . . 2 days. I have seen her giving yaincoa to Xavi’s parents 4 weekends out of 5 because she works for 4 hrs on a Saturday and therefore for some reason chooses not to be with her son for the whole weekend. I have seen her leaving yaincoa with Xavi’s parent for practically every single one of her weeks during 3 months worth of summer holidays. She has tried to refuse to pick him up from us on various occasions when it is her turn to be with her son because he was sick and in her words ‘if he is sick he can stay with you’ (by sick I mean a cold, I don’t mean severe flu with fever when he should remain in bed). She has prohibited xavi from taking yaincoa to a Barcelona family football game one night of her week to hurt xavi without thinking in the pain it caused her son who loves Barca football club. I have seen her take her son to work with her and then leave him to wonder around the marina all by himself, 100 meters away from her, crossing the road alone, the same road where we witnessed a car almost hitting a child. We have had shared custody of yaincoa for 2 years and 4 months. Before that xavi only had part custody meaning that it was the responsibility of the wicked witch to take care of healthcare etc. Since gaining shared custody, Xavi has done everything possible to have his share of responsibility in every matter. She has never taken her son to the dentist in his whole life. He had to have fillings 2 years ago and actually had to have work done as far as the nerves due to the damage for all the crap he had eaten. Her response was that this was normal, he was a child. She has gone so far as to cancel 2 dentist appointments last year that fell in her week so that she didn’t have to go. In contrast xavi took him 3 times last year and twice this year. Yaincoa needed x Rays on his teeth as he may have needed braces. When he asked wicked witch to organise this (as xavi had done every other appointment) she refused. Her answer was ‘it is your thing, you know more about it than me, finish what you started’. It is not actually Xavi’s thing, it is about Yaincoa. Xavi took Yain to the dentist 3 days ago and yes, yaincoa needs braces. Wicked witch has still not asked how the appointment went or anything about the fact that her son needs braces. She forgot to get some of Yaincoa’s vaccinations done and he was in the health system as a girl which means that he was scheduled for the Papillion vaccination – a vaccination for girls only. Xavi had to fix this and get the missing vaccinations sorted out. She did not take yaincoa to the doctor for around 4 years (missing various appointments and check ups he needed to have for his age) and last year she just didn’t turn up for various appointments that fell in her week. In contrast xavi took yaincoa to 4 doctor’s appointments and twice to the doctor for his feet (I don’t know the name in English!). A year and a half ago we had to take yaincoa to the doctor as his weight had increased during summer holidays. The doctor told us that he was technically classed as being obese and gave us strict instructions to follow so that he could lose weight. We sent the information to wicked witch on 3 various occasions however she continues to order take away pizzas, buy chocolate croissants and give yaincoa chocolate waffles and ice creams without a second thought. She also feels that it is acceptable to give a growing child half and apple, a carrot or on one occasion, an ice cream for breakfast. When we ask her about this her answer is that her son is marvellous and that he is not obese. Despite us sending various notes from the doctor that he was obese and now thanks to our hard work he has dropped down to overweight. When you look at yaincoa he does not look overweight, he looks fine, but it is not all about how he looks, it is about giving him a healthy diet. Something we do our best to do and something she screws up every week by not following a word of the doctor’s advice. And yet she has the audacity to tell yaincoa he has a fat stomach and to then teach her (then 7 year old) son how to do sit ups. She has often let yaincoa leave the house without brushing his teeth and on various occasions she has put her jeans and t-shirts on him to wear to school (she in tiny, they fit him). She lets him sit in the front seat without his child safety seat and we have seen her doing wheel spins with the car due to pulling away so quickly. She has lied in front of him, she has made him lie for her and she has told him that his father is a big liar. She has not paid her half of the shared custody for more than 18 months owing thousands but she has bought him a play station, a Nintendo and x box – spoiling him unnecessarily. He has had problem with his behaviour in school and has bought home various bad report cards, but she does not punish him. Her response ‘he is just a child’. We do extra work with yaincoa almost every day to improve his grades, and they are now improving, she does nothing. She claims that her father abused her as a child and that her mother just accepted it. She explained to yaincoa that her parents died in an airplane crash. I don’t know the reason she lost contact with her 2 brothers and her sister. Despite making these claims about her parents, she has recently made contact with her family again, she moved flat to be closer to them and she is now leaving yaincoa in the same flat as her mother and father whilst she works. She refuses to be in the same room as her father, says he is an abuser, and then leaves her son there. She phones Xavi’s mother and calls her own mother a whore and then she leaves yaincoa with her.
For these reasons I do not simply dislike her. I will not say the word hate, but what I feel towards this woman is much more than dislike. She is not a nice person and as far as I am concerned she in not fit to call herself a mother. Being a mother is a lot more than simply giving birth to a baby. Being a mother is everything that she is not and will never be. On the few occasions I have said something to her about yaincoa her response has been simple “you are no one to me, don’t talk to me, you are not a mother”. Firstly, I didn’t have to be a mother to know that she was not doing things the right way, that she was not doing everything in the best way possible for the benefit of her son. Now that I am a mother, I am actually disgusted by her behaviour. When Emmeline is sick I want to be right there by her side to make her feel better. I would never dream of palming her off onto her grandmother, nor would I ever think to say that I don’t want to be with her if she is sick. I am her mommy and I want to make her feel better. When she has to go to the doctor, I will go with her, even if xavi could take her to every appointment, I would still go with her because I want to know exactly what is going on with my child. I will do everything possible to give my child a healthy diet and a healthy upbringing. I will push my child and help her as much as possible with her school work and her grades. I will do everything possible for my child.
I see this woman repeatedly doing what she can do hurt xavi without realising there hurt it causes her son. I see her not looking after his diet, not taking him to the doctor, not taking him to the dentist or the foot doctor, nor does she show any interest in any of these; she doesn’t push him to get better grades, she doesn’t pay his maintenance, she dresses him in her clothing, she put him in danger, she lies to him, in front of him and about him, and she leaves in the care of a man who she claims abused her and a woman she claims turned a blind eye.
I don’t think that I am being unfair in my feeling towards her. I think that not just any parent, but any person in my situation would feel the same as I do  . . . if not worse.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

The Vaccinations .....

Getting Emmeline’s vaccinations have felt as though I am starring in Dumb and Dumber or candid camera or something like that! It has all been rather incredible!
It all began with her 1 month vaccinations. She was scheduled to have them on Monday 20 September. Just thinking about it made me nervous for her. My poor little girl getting stuck with needles for the first time in her life while the nurse uttered th most ridiculous lie ever “you will just feel a little pinch”! It is never a little pinch, it is pain, and they are stabbing you with a needle for god’s sakes! However a few days before she was due to go in, she caught a cold from me, her first one! I felt awful for her as there was nothing I could do to make it better. Knowing that I was then going to be taking her down to the doctors where they were going to give her the vaccinations and make her feel worse just broke my heart! By Monday, she was definitely sick, I didn’t know if they could still vaccinate her or not, so we went down anyway. Let me explain that my doctors are not close by. We have to take a 20 minute metro ride and a 10 minute walk to get there. I could change to a doctor’s surgery that is closer, but I know the ladies down there as I have been going for 5 years. The paediatrician is the same paediatrician for yaincoa, and they always treat us well. So we schlep down there every time we need to go. Anyway, off we go on Monday. The paediatrician asks us how we are and I explain that Emmeline appears to be sick. She agrees and we decide to not give her the vaccinations. She didn’t have a fever or anything, but we just thought it would be kinder to wait a week until Emmeline was over her cold and not make her feel worse now. So off we went and I took my sick little angel home heaving a sigh of relief that we didn’t have to face the dreaded needle today!
The following Monday rolled by and my little girl was all better. So off we trundle to get the metro followed by the walk to the surgery. At first we wait outside the paediatrician’s office, but I notice that no one seems to be calling us and it is now about 15 minutes past our appointment. I cautiously knock on the door (they hate when you do that and actually have signs on the doors to say that if they door is closed, don’t knock, they are busy. No one really seems to pay attention!) I go in asking the paediatrician if we will be called soon. She asks what it is for, and then tells me that I actually have to go to where the nurses are so that they can administer the vaccination. Crap! Now we are late and it is lunchtime. Please don't say they have all left! We race over and I explain the situation to the nurses. She tells us to have seat and they will start to organise the necessary in order to give Emmeline her shots. We sit, we wait. Emmeline starts to cry. I think that she can feel my nerves and it is rubbing off on her. I have butterflies in my tummy and I cannot sit still.  After a 10 minute wait the nurse comes out and tells us that unfortunately they are unable to administer her vaccinations today due to the fact that ..... They have none in stock!!!
SERIOUSLY?
"Mommy, why is that lady coming near me with a needle in her hand?"
Why is it that no one had the sense to check the vaccinations that morning, and then check the list of people due to get vaccinated, and then they could have seen that they were short. They could have either ordered more, or better yet, they could have phoned me to tell me to not bother to drag my daughter and myself out of the house and waste our time! But of course, I can’t say that to them, I hate confrontation and I always think that it is best to stay on the good side of everyone in your doctor’s surgery! They reschedule us for the following Monday, I nod, I pile my child back into the Baby Bjorn and off we trundle back to the smelly metro and back home having successfully wasted about 2 hrs of our tie that we will never ever be able to get back.
So the following Monday arrives and we do the whole thing again. I head straight over to the nurses area and prepare myself for another problem, who knows, random robbery of all vaccinations? We wait. A nurse comes out and asks why we are there, so I hand over my little paper with the details of the vaccination and today’s date being the latest on a list of scribbled out dates from previous weeks. She looks confused and mutters something like ‘no, I don’t think .....’ I didn’t catch the rest because I interrupted and little too sternly explaining that yes, we were getting vaccinations today. She told us to have a seat and off she skedaddled. My patience started to rapidly disappear when 25 minutes later we were still waiting and I had just seen the same nurse come back with my little piece of paper in her hand avoiding looking at me. No, no, no! This had better not happen again! Eventually she called us in; it was going to happen, finally! Emmeline was sleeping, so I had to wake her up and pull down her pants and hold onto her legs strongly so she didn’t move them. In went the first shot, I wasn’t holding strong enough and her leg moved hurting her even more! The nurse went to the other side and told me to hold stronger. Emmeline was wailing in my arms and I was getting a lump in my throat. In went the second shot. A few more seconds of wailing, then a yelp or two, then silence, and then she went back to sleep! The nurse was super unhelpful and just went ‘Esta’ basically meaning ‘that’s it’ and she left! Wow, you really excelled at the how to treat people part of your nurse raining didn’t you? Cow.
Along came 4 months. Time for more vaccinations.
The paediatrician Marta had previously explained to me that we could get an optional extra private vaccination for Emmeline that was for flu and gastro or something like that. I agree that would get it. She tells me that as it is private “tienes que pagar” meaning you have to pay. No problem I think, I will bring cash with me next time to pay for it. This vaccination is scheduled for 27 October. I trundle down and prepare myself to be relaxed so that Emmeline doesn’t feel my nerves. We wait for 15 minutes and in we go. It is the other paediatrician, Lada. I am talking to her whilst I get Emmeline out of the Baby Bjorn and onto the table. Lada asks me if I have the vaccination. I go over and get out my vaccination papers to give to her. ‘No cariƱo, la vacuna’, no darling, the vaccination. I look at her blankly and feel my heart fall into my shoes. I explain that Marta told me I had to pay for it. Lada shakes her head and informs me that what Marta meant is that I actually have to buy the bloody stupid thing from the pharmacist.
SERIOUSLY?
In Spanish, ‘pagar’ is pay, ‘comprar’ is buy. Apparently even though Marta said pagar, that actually meant I have to buy it. I shake my head, put Emmeline back in the Baby Bjorn and get my new appointment. We have to wait a few weeks so that we can do the private vaccination and the standard one at the same time. Rescheduled for 22 November. We leave gobsmacked.
22 November sees us back in the doctors surgery all prepared. I had bought the vaccinations from our local pharmacy a few days earlier and had placed in directly in the baby bag so I wouldn’t forget it. In we go, baby out of Baby Bjorn and back on the table. Lada asks me if I bought it today. No, a few days ago. She asks me if I stored it in the fridge. I stop, Emmeline half out of her jacket, slowly turn around and simply say “what?” apparently the vaccination has to be stored in the fridge.
SERIOUSLY???
NO ONE TOLD ME THAT. I look around the room thinking ‘is there a camera in here’. Nope. Why, why, why? I slowly dress my child. I spent 60euros on that vaccination that was now useless. Lada rescheduled and suggested that I try to get the pharmacy to change that vaccination. I feel like someone is having a joke at my expense. I go to the pharmacist and explain my problem. She feels really bad as she tells me there is nothing that they can do. I have to walk out quickly as I feel the tears coming. I cannot afford to spend another 60 Euros on another vaccination! I go home and explain it to xavi whilst the tears fall down my cheeks onto my sleeping child’s head. Xavi takes the box, heads down to the pharmacy, comes back telling me that yes, they will change it. They felt really bad about it all as well.
The following week and I am in the doctors room with my daughter lying on the table, her pants pulled down to expose her chubby little legs – perfect for stabbing the 2 little needles filled with vaccinations!! Lada tells me to hold her hands against her chest, I do and I lovingly look into my daughters eyes talking to her calmly trying to distract her. The first needle goes in. Emmeline's eyes open wide. She looks into my eyes and silently asks ’what happened mommy? That hurt! Why? I trusted you’ and then she starts to cry. I calm her and a few seconds later we do it again in her other leg. She cries for a few seconds and then starts to laugh at Lada. We walk out all vaccinated at last, but I still find myself looking around for a camera as I cannot believe what we have been through just to get here!
I am left wondering what could possibly happen at the 6 months vaccinations????