It has come to my attention that Little One no longer desires to accompany me to any doctor's appointment, except for her own. She tried to tell me last week, as she tagged along to a well visit for me. She was perfectly content during our 2 hour wait (yes, I did say two hours. TWO). However, by the time we finally saw the doctor, she'd had enough. Little bit got so distraught that the doctor had to call in a nurse to hold her. I tried to feign embarrassment, but considering the two hour wait...I'm just saying...
But it was yesterday's dental visit that really sealed the deal. It was just too much to take in that mom and dad were both in those scary chairs, mouths wide open. The sweet office staff told me when I scheduled the appointment that they love holding babies while parents get their cleanings. After yesterday's performance, I think they have recanted any future offers. I believe the wailing could be heard next door. Yikes.
And poor Love of My Life. On top of the traumatic display of emotion by Little One, Dr. G discovered a cavity. The first in LOML's 28 years. I can assure them that he will be flying solo for that visit.
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