DR. BOBS DAILY: BABY WARMERS So, I wasnt going to blog over Christmas, but I have to work in the office today and have a bit of down time, and Im freezing. My hands are ice cold. Yup, those of you who live here in southern Cal know what Im talking about. My car thermometer said 58 degrees this morning! Our office thermostat read 65! Dang. I should have worn a long sleeve shirt. At least Im in long pants. AND I remembered socks. Whew! Wait, a patient is here - be back in a few . . . . . Ahhhh. Now my hands are nice and warm. So glad that baby came in. Why are all babies so warm and toasty? He had a little cold and cough, poor thing. I had the mom undress him a bit so I could use my stethoscope. As my hands and scope neared him, I could feel the heat radiating off his body. It was like warming your cold hands over a fire. Like when its a freezing 55 degrees here at the beach at night and we build a bonfire to stay warm. I had to resist the urge to rub my hands together over babys chest. That would have been unprofessional. And I knew I couldnt dare put the stethoscope (or my hands) directly on babys skin - not if I wanted him to stay quiet so I could listen to his breathing. Thank God for onesies. Nice and thin so I can listen through, but allows all of babys heat to radiate out so I can warm my hands up. So, I took my time with that exam. That was probably the longest chest-listening exam Id had to do in years. As soon as my hands were warm . . . I mean, as soon as I was certain babys lungs were clear, I ended the exam, reassured mom that all was well, and now Im back here ready to blog. I forget what I was going to blog about. Dang. Oh, heres another patient - maybe THAT will be something interesting. After that, we are off to Vegas for New Years. So I definitely wont be blogging about what we do in Vegas because, well, you know. THAT should be interesting. AND freezing. Dang, really wish we had another baby. Maybe be can borrow one? Do they do that in Vegas? Borrow a baby for an evening? Cruise up and down the strip, baby in sling, warm as can be? I remember when Cheryl and I literally used to fight over the babies during the winter when we lived in DC. Whoever won (Cheryl, of course) would be warm. Whoever lost (me, always, every time) would throw on a couple of extra layers. Dr. Bob
Posted on: Fri, 26 Dec 2014 18:41:07 +0000
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