Why Taking My Kid To The Paediatrician Is A Torture

…for everyone

Kristina God, MBA
The Motherload

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Months ago, I arranged a visit to my paediatrician for my son’s next check-up and marked it in the calendar in big letters. When the time came, I didn’t think much of it. It had worked well the last few times. My child had been described as ‘relaxed and cheerful’.

But not this time. Those days are over.

My baby seems to be able to anticipate where we’re going

By way of background, we have been living in an apartment where the paediatrician’s surgery is on the ground floor for a few weeks now. Convenient, you might think. I don’t have to drive anywhere or take him in the pram. The weather doesn’t matter. I just walk down the stairwell from the second floor.

But our child is no longer a baby, and in crossing that threshold to toddler, he seems to be able to anticipate what we’re going to do and where we’re going. Usually, I can walk down the stairwell quite relaxed, but this time he seemed to know something was up. He immediately started frowning and pouting and making a snorting noise, his eyes closed. We made it down the stairwell, but as soon as the friendly receptionist opened the door, our son was already done. He began to sniffle, screwed up his nose, and looked around anxiously. As we walked…

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Kristina God, MBA
The Motherload

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