I took the Little to her 18 month check up a month late this week.
Does your pediatrician make you feel like your a bad parent?
I don't think that she does it intentionally. I like her, really I do. I don't think I want a new doctor or anything, but here are some examples of her making me realize my short comings....
Dr: "Mrs. Jones, how many words does Libby know?"
Me: "Do you want a number?" (in my head I'm frantically going over the words I here all the time, baby, mommy, dadue, kitty, nack....)
Dr: "Yes, is it 6-12, or 12-20"
Me: "Well, I don't know, she tries to repeat everything I say, so yeh, she knows a lot"
Dr: "Yes, but how many does she say with out promting"
Me: " I would say definitely 12-20"
To myself: "is there some study guide I didn't get, about taking your child to the Dr.'s and how to answer their questions appropriatly?"
Dr: "Mrs. Jones, does Libby stack blocks?"
Me: "Ummm....Libby doesn't have any blocks, but she loves to carry bags around the house and put stuff in them" (Not the right answer)
Dr: "Just buy her some cheap blocks, she needs manipulatives for those fine motor skills"
To Myself: "Right, cause she doesn't get that from pretend shopping?"
Me: "Yeah, I really should get her some blocks, but you know, all the block sets come with hundreds of pieces and guess who will be cleaning them up? Me, that's who"
To Myself: "Did I just say that out loud?"
Dr. to Herself: What a selfish mom, doesn't she want her kid to learn? I'm disgusted"
Dr: She doesn't need a hundred, just like 4"
To Myself: "Whatever, get off my case, I'll buy her some blocks and where do I buy that study guide?!"
Me: "I'll go to the store on my way home Doctor!"
Me: "So, I really think Libby is allergic to peanuts"
Dr (looking shocked and horrified): "Why did she have nuts?"
Me: "Well, it could have been a dessert, it could have been a peanut butter and jelly sandwich I gave her"
Dr. (pretty sure she was about to call child services): "You gave her peanut butter???? They are not suppose to have peanut butter until they are 3!"
To Myself: "That's interesting because last time you said 2"
Me: Yes Dr, you mentioned that before, but I am being honest, she's had it, and her nasty diapers and rash tell me there's a problem and I would like to know what to do about it?"
To Myself: "Seriously, where do I get 'The Clueless Parent's Guide To the Doctor's Office?'
Then there was a whole talk about Pediatric Allergists and all I heard was blah, blah, blah, blah, blah...
So, do I need to go buy an epi-pen and hang a sign around her neck that reads "stay back you Skippy lovers, my baby is allergic"...
Until then, we'll be eating sun butter sandwiches, while stacking our blocks, discussing the condition of our world, while I very carefully keep a running total of every words she says in my daily planner...
Do you know me? I don't have a planner! Even if I did, it would end up in the bottom of my purse, jam packed full of receipts that I should have thrown away months ago.
Grace and Peace friends, here's to gold star parenting!