NEW PEDIATRICIAN!

So first of all I have to tell you about my son's pediatrician visit.

So we get to the office, and the receptionist is just a darling. She always has been, and I'm sure always will be. She plays with my son as he runs around the room like a small crazy monkey boy, with me chasing him around like the large crazy monkey mommy. I hear my son's name, so I look up to the sight of the receptionist telling the doctor that I'm there, and the pediatricians annoying headshakes and exasperated tones as if she is saying 'Should I care? What does she want?'. This pisses me off, as I distinctly remember from my pediatrician days not dealing with this kind of snarkness. But whatever, I ignore it and go back to entertaining my running child who is now making laps around the small plastic table and pretending to breathe hard like he has run a marathon. (Which by that point, he had.)

We get called into the room, and a new lady comes in. She seems real nice and she asks me to set my son on the scale as he refuses to stand on the adult scale. So I do. And she makes astonished noises as she records that my son is apparently a whopping 46 lbs.

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Really now? 46 lbs? You can't even be serious. But she was. When my mother in law said 'I don't believe that. Weigh him again.' So this time she decides to weigh my husband on the adult scale (he doesn't want me to tell his weight LOL) and then hold my son. She then tries to tell us that my son is infact 39 lbs....

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And again my MIL is like... 'No. That's not right.' So we set him back on the baby scale, and it says 46. Yeah. 46 KILOGRAMS. She had it on the wrong setting, and was just going to leave the weigh in recorded at 46 lbs, when clearly, my son is NOT 46 lbs. He is infact 28.15 lbs.

So then the doctor comes in. I'm holding my son and she asks me what's wrong with him, at which point I explain to her that I feel that he might be having trouble with some acid reflux. But she's not even listening to me, because she's too busy getting angry at my son who is squirming around in my arms because she has just stuck a cold ass stethoscope on his chest. No, she did not breathe on it, no she did not rub it between her hands. She just shoved it under his shirt, no questions. After I've managed to still him a little, she grabs out the ear checker and tries to peer into his ears. However by this point my son is not only squirming but he's yelling, probably because the bitch jammed it into his ear canal. I can't blame him.

However, she really took the queen of the bitch title when she exasperatedly told me that I 'Need to hold his arms down or something because he's giving me trouble.'

What. The. Fuck.

She spent a total of 2.5 minutes in the room, and then told me in an annoyed voice that she was going to send him to a gastroentologist. No prescrip. No nothing, just send him to a specialist and get him out of her room.

We left the room and walked to the front desk where the receptionist was trying to find a gastroentologist who would take my insurance. She came up with several names, and as she turned to my son's pediatrician and asked her who she would like to refer my son to, I had the pleasure of having her give me a dirty look and tell the receptionist that 'It doesn't matter, any will do.'

I came home, more than a little pissed off, went online, found a new pediatrician with good reviews, called them and asked if they were taking new clients, called my sons insurance provider and changed his primary physician, then called the new pediatrician back and gave them all of my sons information and scheduled an appointment for tomorrow morning at 8:40 AM.

But here's the real kicker. When I was on the phone with my sons insurance provider, she told me 'Btw, just so you're aware it's showing in the system that your son is way overdue for several immunizations and a physical exam.'

I immediately called the queen bitch's office and told the receptionist (who I am actually sad to say goodbye to) that I was no longer going to bring my son to them and I needed the files transfered to the new pediatricians office. She told me to come in and sign a release form so that's what I did. I drove back to her office (only to find that she had left, leaving her staff there alone) and signed the papers. The funny part about all this? As I left the room and told the receptionist that I really appreciated her kindness, and I was sorry to cause her so much more work, she said 'You won't be the last one.' And gave me a knowing look, as if conveying that she understood the physician she worked for was a piece of crap.


I cannot tell you how much of a relief it is to have this woman no longer 'caring' for my son. And btw, I did ask for a copy of his immunizations, only to find that he is almost 8 months behind on 4 shots, and a whole year behind on his influenza.

There's no excuse for that kind of bullshit, and all I have to say is if you're going to be a pediatrician you must like kids. If you don't, you have no business in the practice and should move on to something else.