So Pezmaster and I took his little boy, Brandon to the doctor yesterday for a check-up. Let me tell you something, it was an experience. I have zero experience with kids and growing up I was never around little ones much by myself. All of my relatives that I was close to were all close to me in age and there wasn't many younger kids in my neighborhood, so I never got to do the whole babysitting thing. The only remotely thing close to babysitting in my resume of life is spending time alone with my three year old niece, Lacy. As a matter of fact, Lacy and Brandon are actually the same age. Brandon however, is just a month older. They have yet to meet, but I hope when they do they become friends with each other. Who knows, maybe someday if Pezmaster get married, then they will be cousins. 
Awwww, the thought of that makes me smile like you would not believe. However, neither Pezmaster nor I are interested in getting married anytime soon. Hell, 10 months ago I was engaged to someone who I had been with for almost 19 years. So I especially am in no rush for all the excitement and planning of wedlock.
Although in all honesty, I would perfectly content just living with Pezmaster forever with the comfort of knowing that we were in a committed relationship. I do not need a piece of paper to validate that or a ring to show off my status. In the same sense however, I am a typical girl and I still hold on to the belief that all of us dream of our prince charming who sweeps us off our feet like in a fairytale and you ride into the sunset together as if everything will always be perfect between the two of you.
Wow, somehow I got way off topic. *giggles* All of those who know me though, are fully aware that I ramble incessantly and this is going to happen from time to time in my blogs and if I actually speak to you in person. It is a very bad character flaw to have in my opinion and I am trying to work on it. However, according to Pezmaster my attempts at doing so are to no avail. *shrugs* I guess I am just going to work a little harder at it.
Anyway, back to the original thought and purpose of this blog: Brandon, the doctors appointment, and how I dealt with the experience. First, let me say being the girlfriend to someone who has a child makes situations like this extremely awkward and even more so when you are around the child more than their own biological mother (this really angers and upsets me: her absence that is, but that is a whole another story that I will save for later). When we entered the office everyone in there wanted to know who I was and why I was there with Pezmaster and his child. This included the receptionist ( do not ask me why she cared), the nurses, and of course the doctor. Pezmaster
Since I had been living with Pezmaster and his family, Brandon has simply just referred to me as, "Jenny." I had no official title, nor did I feel like I deserve one at this point. After all, Pezmaster are not officially married and our relationship could end at anytime (hopefully, I am not jinxing myself, and I do not this to ever happen) leaving completely absent from Brandon's life. I think this is partially why Pezmaster was hesitant for me to meet his son or even try to form any kind of relationship with him. I do not blame him at all considering how the child's mother left and doesn't come around much. The poor little guy does not need any more disappearances in his life, which in my opinion could and may led to him having abandonment issues.
Sorry, once again I got off track, but now back to the story. Once Pezmaster and I started having to address the question of who I was to Brandon, two things happened. First, without any thought Pezmaster just blurted out, "This is aunt Jenny!" Well, normally this would not bother me, but this would be one mixed up situation. For me to me to technically be Brandon's aunt, I would have to be sleeping with Pezmaster's brothers. Wait, not both. *giggles* Just one of them, but that definitely isn't the case, so it was very funny and somewhat disturbing that he blurted out "aunt." I asked him about it later and he said he just blurted the first thing to come to his mind. He did not mean anything by it and I totally understand. Then a few minutes later, Brandon decided to ride on my lap, since I was using my wheelchair that day due to walking so much. When a second nurse approached us she said, " Have a fun ride with mommy!" I just glared at Pezmaster. We both just smiled. This seemed to look more logical and appeared to make more sense. To the medical professionals we appeared to be a small family and I did not mind the reference at all. The only thing that left me perplexed was that Brandon did not correct or disagree with the statement made with the nurse. Given he is only four, but even at that age one would think he would speak up and say, "She is not my mommy. My mommy is so and so!" So maybe in his mind, I am a mother figure and that suits me just fine. Someday when he is older if he chooses to call me "mommy" that would make me even happier. I love Brandon to death. Even though he can be a little demon sometimes. Surprisingly, this is coming from the person who never ever wanted children, but in moments like this, the thought of it isn't so bad to think about. Of course, my mind is in complete disagreement when he is throwing a temper tantrum or not listening to anything we say. Got to take the good with the bad, right?
As for how the doctors visit went, everything was great. He is on level for his age and the doctor even said he was highly intelligent. That makes any parent proud and I was sure grinning from ear to ear. Although, she did notice he was having trouble with some fine motor skills like standing on one foot without holding on to something and hopping like a bunny with both feet together. However, she assured us that at this point this is not a big ordeal and that those skills can be tuned up. Just for right now, he isn't going to be the most athletic child. That is alright, though. Who knows, he may grow older and not even be interested in sports. He may be a gamer or a collector of comic books or movie memorabilia. However, it turns out I will love him for him and that is how it should be. Parents should always support their children's goals and dreams and I plan to do nothing less than that. I especially do not want to be anything like my parents. That is my most important goal in this journey of raising a child when I never thought I would. We also found out that he is caught up in his vaccinations and is ready for preschool if we want to enroll him. Sadly however, for this to be possible he had to get four shots and watching him grow through this absolutely broke my heart. The nurse did them quick but kept saying it feels like a bee sting. He is four and is too little to remember the only time being stung by those evil creatures called "bees." So for one he was scared. He had no idea what this was going to feel like and secondly, he was unaware that he had four ahead of him. The poor little guy screamed his lungs out and squeezed Pezmaster's hand like crazy, but he came out like a trooper. He got a toy, but very adamantly will now tell anyone he hates "shots." He even complained about the band-aids. I do not blame him. They were the cheap, ugly brown ones. Why would a pediatrician not have colorful band-aids? I guess I will never know. Budget cuts, maybe? Nonetheless, I hated seeing the little guy go through the torture of it all. However, as a reward for acting so tough, Pezmaster and I got him his favorite happy meal from McDonalds and then took him to a huge park to play for awhile. After coming back home, he took a nap and the dramatic day ended peacefully for both of us. I think together both he and I have a lot to get adjusted to and I am sure we will have many more interesting experiences together. That is the least I could hope for. For only the second time in my life, a child has won me over. There is no turning back now, folks!
Awwww, the thought of that makes me smile like you would not believe. However, neither Pezmaster nor I are interested in getting married anytime soon. Hell, 10 months ago I was engaged to someone who I had been with for almost 19 years. So I especially am in no rush for all the excitement and planning of wedlock.
Although in all honesty, I would perfectly content just living with Pezmaster forever with the comfort of knowing that we were in a committed relationship. I do not need a piece of paper to validate that or a ring to show off my status. In the same sense however, I am a typical girl and I still hold on to the belief that all of us dream of our prince charming who sweeps us off our feet like in a fairytale and you ride into the sunset together as if everything will always be perfect between the two of you.
Wow, somehow I got way off topic. *giggles* All of those who know me though, are fully aware that I ramble incessantly and this is going to happen from time to time in my blogs and if I actually speak to you in person. It is a very bad character flaw to have in my opinion and I am trying to work on it. However, according to Pezmaster my attempts at doing so are to no avail. *shrugs* I guess I am just going to work a little harder at it.
Anyway, back to the original thought and purpose of this blog: Brandon, the doctors appointment, and how I dealt with the experience. First, let me say being the girlfriend to someone who has a child makes situations like this extremely awkward and even more so when you are around the child more than their own biological mother (this really angers and upsets me: her absence that is, but that is a whole another story that I will save for later). When we entered the office everyone in there wanted to know who I was and why I was there with Pezmaster and his child. This included the receptionist ( do not ask me why she cared), the nurses, and of course the doctor. Pezmaster
Since I had been living with Pezmaster and his family, Brandon has simply just referred to me as, "Jenny." I had no official title, nor did I feel like I deserve one at this point. After all, Pezmaster are not officially married and our relationship could end at anytime (hopefully, I am not jinxing myself, and I do not this to ever happen) leaving completely absent from Brandon's life. I think this is partially why Pezmaster was hesitant for me to meet his son or even try to form any kind of relationship with him. I do not blame him at all considering how the child's mother left and doesn't come around much. The poor little guy does not need any more disappearances in his life, which in my opinion could and may led to him having abandonment issues.
Sorry, once again I got off track, but now back to the story. Once Pezmaster and I started having to address the question of who I was to Brandon, two things happened. First, without any thought Pezmaster just blurted out, "This is aunt Jenny!" Well, normally this would not bother me, but this would be one mixed up situation. For me to me to technically be Brandon's aunt, I would have to be sleeping with Pezmaster's brothers. Wait, not both. *giggles* Just one of them, but that definitely isn't the case, so it was very funny and somewhat disturbing that he blurted out "aunt." I asked him about it later and he said he just blurted the first thing to come to his mind. He did not mean anything by it and I totally understand. Then a few minutes later, Brandon decided to ride on my lap, since I was using my wheelchair that day due to walking so much. When a second nurse approached us she said, " Have a fun ride with mommy!" I just glared at Pezmaster. We both just smiled. This seemed to look more logical and appeared to make more sense. To the medical professionals we appeared to be a small family and I did not mind the reference at all. The only thing that left me perplexed was that Brandon did not correct or disagree with the statement made with the nurse. Given he is only four, but even at that age one would think he would speak up and say, "She is not my mommy. My mommy is so and so!" So maybe in his mind, I am a mother figure and that suits me just fine. Someday when he is older if he chooses to call me "mommy" that would make me even happier. I love Brandon to death. Even though he can be a little demon sometimes. Surprisingly, this is coming from the person who never ever wanted children, but in moments like this, the thought of it isn't so bad to think about. Of course, my mind is in complete disagreement when he is throwing a temper tantrum or not listening to anything we say. Got to take the good with the bad, right?
As for how the doctors visit went, everything was great. He is on level for his age and the doctor even said he was highly intelligent. That makes any parent proud and I was sure grinning from ear to ear. Although, she did notice he was having trouble with some fine motor skills like standing on one foot without holding on to something and hopping like a bunny with both feet together. However, she assured us that at this point this is not a big ordeal and that those skills can be tuned up. Just for right now, he isn't going to be the most athletic child. That is alright, though. Who knows, he may grow older and not even be interested in sports. He may be a gamer or a collector of comic books or movie memorabilia. However, it turns out I will love him for him and that is how it should be. Parents should always support their children's goals and dreams and I plan to do nothing less than that. I especially do not want to be anything like my parents. That is my most important goal in this journey of raising a child when I never thought I would. We also found out that he is caught up in his vaccinations and is ready for preschool if we want to enroll him. Sadly however, for this to be possible he had to get four shots and watching him grow through this absolutely broke my heart. The nurse did them quick but kept saying it feels like a bee sting. He is four and is too little to remember the only time being stung by those evil creatures called "bees." So for one he was scared. He had no idea what this was going to feel like and secondly, he was unaware that he had four ahead of him. The poor little guy screamed his lungs out and squeezed Pezmaster's hand like crazy, but he came out like a trooper. He got a toy, but very adamantly will now tell anyone he hates "shots." He even complained about the band-aids. I do not blame him. They were the cheap, ugly brown ones. Why would a pediatrician not have colorful band-aids? I guess I will never know. Budget cuts, maybe? Nonetheless, I hated seeing the little guy go through the torture of it all. However, as a reward for acting so tough, Pezmaster and I got him his favorite happy meal from McDonalds and then took him to a huge park to play for awhile. After coming back home, he took a nap and the dramatic day ended peacefully for both of us. I think together both he and I have a lot to get adjusted to and I am sure we will have many more interesting experiences together. That is the least I could hope for. For only the second time in my life, a child has won me over. There is no turning back now, folks!
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