So this morning we had dr's appointments for both kids. As usual, we were both prepared for W's award winning display of horrific behavior. Seriously, he can easily win the "Most Dramatic Patient" or "Most atrocious Behavior in a Toddler" award during his appointments. I'm sure when they see his name in the Schedule book, there is a collective verbalized "Ugh," or four letter expletive that is repeatedly stated.
When he was a baby, he was an absolute doll, sporting his angelic halo at every appointment, but then I guess his memory of the vaccines kicked in, and it's been a downward spiral ever since. W is the type of patient that makes pediatricians probably go home at night and down a 5th of hard liquor and contemplate why they are 150K in the hole for this.
I really thought he had a change of heart when he kept saying, "Go see the doctor! Go see the doctor!" I was cautiously optimistic that maybe this would be the revelation day and W saw the light. Nope. As soon as the nurse called us to go back, W turned into the human form of Cerberus after the gates of hell opened (On a side note, we actually had a dog named Cerberus, who lived up to his name and turned my parents house into a makeshift Hades for 11 years-but that is a another story for another time). During the exam, W acted like the stethoscope was a lasso that would strangle him to the ground, while the otoscope would burn out his retinas. I have never seen a stronger 2 1/2 year old! He had some pretty fierce karate kid moves directed towards the doctor and the nurse. I just might have to sign him up for karate lessons!
So after about 2 hours of piercing screams, shoving, kicking, and limbs flying everywhere the appointment was over, and W and the doctor remained unscathed. My husband and I, on the other hand, probably have yet another stress induced ulcer developing.
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