As a child I thought that going to our doctor was an okay deal. Dr. Spring kept a treasure chest full of toys for his patients to choose from after their visits. I don’t remember being afraid or not wanting to go to the doctors.
Going to the doctor’s also meant going downtown. As a kid I thought downtown outings were way cool. And so was riding on the freeway (my perspective has changed A LOT) I would much rather go to the doctor any day than to go to the dentist (even as an adult)
Jenna is a lot like me in so many ways – but not when it comes to doctor/dentist preference. Jenna LOVES to go to the dentist (seriously) and squirms at the very mention of the doctor.
I like Jenna’s doctor. I think she’s nice. But Jenna’s big hang up is with getting shots. She used to be so brave when she was a baby. I don’t know why she is so squeamish about shots but has no problem with having tools in her mouth.
Before Jenna was even born, I was advised to seek out a pediatrician. There were three in the same complex as my obstetrician. Two of them had names that I couldn’t even pronounce. Not that that should be a deciding factor – I just thought it would be nice if I could actually pronounce the name of Jenna’s doctor. But only one of the three doctors were taking patients – the one with the four syllable name – that I still have troubles pronouncing. I make appointments with Dr. Jill (first name) as I don’t have a problem with her first name.
Ironically it was the Dr. Morgan (the one whose name I could pronounce) who was the one who showed up after Jenna was born – to order instructions and “boss me around” – which didn’t go over greatly with me. I decided that I was happy that she wasn’t taking new patients and hoped I would like Jenna’s doctor better.
I did. She saw us the next day. She was actually so different from the first. But when Jenna was two we had to go back to Dr. Morgan because Dr. Jill had gone out of town. Dr. Morgan was much more civil. Nice in fact. Much different from the doctor I had met in the hospital who was barking orders at me as though I was an imbecile.
It is always the assistants who give the shots. Jenna cried though she tried to be brave. When Dr. Morgan returned, Jenna smiled at her through her tears and Dr. Morgan smiled back and said she was glad to see that Jenna wasn’t mad at her. And I was glad to see that Dr. Morgan was smiling too and wasn’t the drill sergeant she had come across as at the hospital.
We start out life with doctors who are much older than us – sometimes the very age or even older than our parents. As we get older, our doctors retire forcing us to find doctors who are often much younger than ourselves. Like a father time and baby New Year thing.
It’s no longer mom who takes her children to the doctor. Her children are taking her now. I understand that is a post all by itself.