I took care of a 3-year-old this past week. He was in for asthma exacerbation (caused by an upper respiratory infection, so of COURSE he sneezed right in my face, *sigh*).
He was feeling quite a bit better by the time I was assigned to him, so he was bouncing off the walls. His mom had a tough time keeping him under control, but I had a blast playing with him. Listening to his lungs was a different story, and I ended up resorting to bargaining with him so that I could do my assessment.
That's why on somebody's iPhone, there's a picture of me auscultating a stuffed bunny's lungs. Scary thing is, I actually HEARD something...most likely my own heartbeat through the bunny's meager chest.
Hey, whatever it takes to get the job done!
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I can't count the number of stuffed bunnies, doggies, dinosaurs, and other critters that I listen to every night. The other night, I was trying to find a lobster's ears to look in.
It's what you do to deal with the little ones. (And good for you for being willing to deal!)
+1 on pedi... It's ALL about 'dealing' with the kids!
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