Thursday, November 5, 2009
Grace's 2 year stats and the terrible appt
I took Grace for her 2 year well child check up on Tuesday. It went terribly. Don't get me wrong she is healthy, but behavior wise the appt sucked! She acted very much her age and it was so embarrassing. To start with, she wouldn't leave the waiting room when they called her name. I had to carry her back and if you think we were stopping at the scale on the way she would have nothing to do with it! The scale, I mean really. I quickly became annoyed. The nurse puts us in our exam room and Grace remembers her from her flu shot the week prior and immediately cries. She is apparently so upset that she poops her pants. Any of you know the doc office policy is they can't dispose of those for you so now I have a ripe diaper zipped into my diaper bag trying to hide the smell. Gross. So now we attempt to get her height and weight the two easiest things to do. She did stand on the scale but would not let them measure her. The nurse finally gets a measurement that puts her off the chart for height. She is normally around 75% so everyone assumes this was not accurate and yep we get to do it again. This time we get a much lower number so they ended up rounding the two numbers. lovely. She weighed 28 lbs and is approximately 36 inches tall. about 75% for each give or take. So the doc comes in. Now we all remember my previous post about the thing up the nose? Yea, she won't let him near her face at all. It was awful, she was hysterical. not fun, you get the picture. In the mean time my dear darling 4 year old jumps onto the exam table. I tell him he can be up there as long as he stays sitting. After the 4th warning and the 4th time he is standing and jumping the exam table I get him down. He fights me. The fit begins. The doctor says "uh oh, mom looks like you are in for a challenge" and he politely leaves us alone. Tyler threw the most gigantic fit I have seen in a long time. I stuck to my guns and would not let him back onto that table. The walls in this doc office are paper thin and I know they all heard every word. It felt like the fit lasted hours when I know it was minutes but it really felt like hours. Once he calmed down and I WON, the nurse sheepishly came in to give Grace her shots. Oh yea, still those left to do...awesome. She was very cool about Tylers fit and complimented me for sticking to my guns...I was still mortified!!!!!! Grace gets her shots, bawls her eyes out but at least at this point Tyler is totally defeated and obeying my every word. We walk out of the office as quickly as I can drag these darn children only to be stopped by the reception asking if we are all okay. "Yes, thank you, just had to win a little battle there." She too complimented me on winning the battle and again I STILL FELT MORTIFIED!!!!! I have never been so embarrassed in my life! That definitely goes down in the record books for the worst visit ever. Oh yea and the nurse politely asked if she could give them suckers and I said HELL NO! okay I said No, thank you but I wanted to say HELL NO! :) Any one else who has a fun story like this to make me feel better would be much appreciated. thank you:)
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Good job! I too would have been so embarrassed. No stories like this....YET! I'm sure I'll be able to share in a few years. Cole however did scream (which he never does) for a good hour on his first plane ride when we went to Arizona this summer. I wanted TO. DIE. No matter what I did, the screaming continued and dirty looks from passengers ensued, it was AWFUL. What doesn't kill us just makes us stronger right?! :)
Ew, I remember too well Hannah mortifying me WAY too many times at the doctor's office. I'd have to physically restrain her even if all they wanted to do was look in her ears. She'd still manage to kick them and try to bite them and the whole nine yards. I didn't know how good it would look to abuse her in front of witnesses but trust me, I wanted to. You were nicer than I was though (and may I add much more mature) because I DID take the sucker but then I ate it in front of Hannah. It still shocks me that I never ever won a "Mother of the Year" award.
Angela, I've been meaning to respond to this post. First of all, I'm sorry for your horrible appt with Gracie. I feel your pain. Truely. I have told my story before of doctor's appointment, and let me just say I am dreding her two year appt.
So instead I will share my two year old's first day of Gym Jam...a toddler class put on by our parks and rec dept. It's in the morning, so Dane takes her, and after the first class last week he proceeded to tell me that she was the worst child there. It wasn't horrible, but she is so darn stubborn. Apparently it started as they entered the class. She threw her first fit when Dane tried to put her name tag on her. That's all. He wasn't pinching her, or pulling her hair...just trying to put a sticker on her. He snuck it onto the back of her shirt. :) She didn't want to participate in the group circle time of playing peek-a-boo with a blanket while the parent says their name. She's the only child that wouldn't do it. Of course. Then came time to hand out a snack. The teacher had a cookie for the kids and Dane said Anna was about seventh in line. This was not acceptable to her. She cried and threw yet another fit because it was taking too darn long for her to get a cookie. I'm not making this stuff up, I swear. Dane also said she loved playing a slide they had there but the second it was the teachers idea to go on it, she refused.
If it isn't her idea, she wants nothing to do with it. She is stubborn and strong willed and wants to do everything by herself. Sound familiar? :)
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