I might be in the running for the meanest mom in the world.
Yesterday was J-man's 4th birthday, and how did we celebrate?
A trip to the doctor's office, of course.
Yep, meanest mom in the world.
J-man and I have been sharing a cold since Christmas (I swear, it's true). Last week mine settled in my chest and brewed into a full-on bout of bronchitis. And of course, it was J-man's turn. So after a (crabby) speech session and lunchtime pizza at his favorite pizza place, I whisked J-man off to our pediatrician
As we pulled into the parking lot, J-man started to cry. "No no no" he called out.
I told him, "No owies... don't worry... no owies!"
He did not believe me.
Crying, he said, "Ar-get??" (Target)
"No honey, later... after doctor." I said.
As I carried him into the building he asked (still crying) "P-izza?".
"No honey, we just had pizza" I told him. Ugh, for any other event we'd have been out of there. But he clearly was sick and needed some antibiotics.
In the elevator, still crying, he pleaded "C-ar? C-ar?", adding the sign for maximal effect.
Heart is breaking here people. Breaking!
In the office, "Go bye-bye, gooo bye byeee".
In the room, still crying, he passes me his coat over and over, hoping I will put it on. I manage to distract him a little with finger bowling on my phone, but it doesn't last. The doctor comes in, takes on good listen of his chest, and we are on our way with a script in hand. As we left, tears all gone, J-man says to the doctor, "Bye Bye!". And we left calmly and happily... on our way to Target.
Aside from the fact that I felt like Mommy Dearest on the way in, I was also heartily impressed at all the verbal attempts he made to make his wishes know. He tried multiple techniques, different options, and persisted even when mommy said no. He used spontaneous verbalizations. And he did it all while he was in a serious state of unrest.
And yes, he did get a toy at Target.
I am not beneath bribing J-man for his love.