So, yesterday Katie had her first Botox shots. We drove up to Minneapolis a day ahead of time. It’s about a four hour drive under normal circumstances, about seven or eight with my girl, because she needs more breaks/stretching/time to sit and eat lunch/etc.
The day went pretty well. She thoughtfully slept in, which is good, because she wasn’t going to get to have breakfast beforehand. We stayed at a very nice hotel, which gives a good discount to the patients at Gillette Children’s Hospital.
On the way out to the van, a man asked, “Going to Gillette?”. Yep.
“We’re here for that, too.” Cool. I love the comradery most of us parents seem to naturally fall into.
“We’re getting Botox today. First time.”
“That’s pretty easy.”
Then he held the door for us because, even though there is a ramp at the entrance, it’s about a four foot square of concrete which steps off in two directions, and the ramp shoots out parallel to the building. So, it doesn’t leave a lot of room to hold the door, keep your feet, and pull a chair through.
(Note to self; look up a good link for ramp guidelines.)
We made it through a small stretch of city to the hospital. Siri is my copilot – I used to get very stressed about finding my way in the urban jungle. Why is it that children’s hospitals are always downtown? Anyway, we got checked in, and signed the many forms, and got to our room.
Roughly seventeen people came through. The procedure was explained four times. We confirmed her name and birthday five times. Then the show was on. Because we were just doing Botox, the only medicine Katie got beforehand was nitrous oxide. Most people would find this no big deal, but honestly, I would rather she had just gotten a shot – having a mask held over her face was NOT FUN.
So, the Child Life specialist tried to distract and entertain her (that didn’t work). I tried to soothe her (that didn’t work). One nurse (?) held the mask over her face (with both hands, and a pretty impressive struggle, right up to the end of it all). Some random guy stood in the background and watched. Two nurses held her legs, and our doctor did the shots in her hamstrings. (That part went okay.)
And tada! We were done. An hour and a half, start to finish. Not too bad.
There weren’t any obvious side effects. The only thing that came up was Katie had a nosebleed that afternoon. I’m guessing it was from the battle over the face mask.
If we get good results (we should know in the next week or less), I think we’d be up for a second round. But next time, I’m going to insist that we skip the nitrous, and go for a light knockout.