Inner Space.

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The insertion was better than expected, possibly because I took a double dose of Klonopin beforehand: I was more than relaxed, I was hearing Harpers Bizarre in my head on the ride to the clinic. In the end (HA!), I would say that being Mirena’d was slightly less excruciating than my Hysterosalpingogram. The doctor couldn’t get her device in the first time and had to “try the other side” (which I found alarming, because do cervices have sides?), but the process was mercifully brief and in no time I was at home on my couch watching Tivo’d Gossip Girl* while Scott took care of Simone. The rest of the day was painful, much worse than the insertion itself, but by the day after, the discomfort had been downgraded from “Morphine, STAT!” to “stick-on heating pad, when you get around to it.”
My only remaining issue is with the “strings.” I put “strings” in quotes because the term SHOULD be “wires.” The doctor said she likes to leave them a bit long at first and then trim if needed at my follow up appointment. I readily agreed, because at the time she was mid-insertion and as far as I was concerned she could do whatever she wanted with the damn “strings”—leave them long, cut them short, hell, French braid them for all I care, just GET OUT OF MY VAGINA ALREADY.
But this morning I noticed a…poking sensation. A prickly poking sensation in a place where no girl wants to be poked—well, not by something sharp, anyway. And so I tentatively ventured forth and OH MY GOD the pointy ends of the “strings” are RIGHT THERE, effectively acting as their own none-shall-pass-without-puncture-wounds form of birth control. So yes. That will have to be dealt with.

My last entry, about my obliviousness regarding Simone’s readiness for solids, reminded me of something. Am I the only person who is completely unable to remember any of my questions once I am actually in the pediatrician’s office? And because they’re not exactly emergencies, but rather things-I-suspect-I-should-just-know-but-somehow-don’t, I’m not about to call the clinic after I remember them, either. There seem to be a lot of things in the world of babies that I feel ought to be common sense, but sadly, are not. At least not for me. Par example: Where is the line between the Dr. Karp endorsed soothing jiggle babies seem so fond of and Shaken Baby Syndrome? How often do babies really need to be bathed? Do other parents change their refluxy spawn after they spit up all over themselves, or is it okay to mop them off with a rag and call it a day? What about watching television while breastfeeding? Some experts say it violates the “no TV before age two” rule, but am I really supposed to sit gazing adoringly at my baby during EVERY nursing session when there are perfectly good episodes of Law & Order to watch? If a baby spits up after being given her medicine, should I give it again? I have been told to scrape cradle cap off with a comb, but what if I puncture my poor moppet’s soft spot? It’s so SQUISHY! And what about waxy ears? Q-tips are verboten, I know, but should I be cleaning them somehow? If you have to introduce foods slowly to avoid allergies, why isn’t my baby having allergic reactions to the shellfish and peanuts and wine fruit in my breastmilk?

Humor me—what questions have you failed to ask your pediatrician, either because you forgot or because you were too embarrassed to do so?

*Totally unrelated sidenote: Does it drive anyone else MAD when they say “your one and only source into the scandalous lives of Manhattan’s elite” at the beginning of every episode? “Source INTO?” “Source INTO?” Why not “window into” or “source for information about?” “Source into” makes my teeth itch.