The Doctor Is Our Friend. Really. I Mean That.

We had a well baby check-up this week. I was a little apprehensive about it. When the toddler was at this point I got treated like an axe wielding maniac who was only prevented from beating my child right then and there by the fact that They Were Watching Me.

This time went very well. I'm not sure who changed, them or me. Was I really telegraphing New Mom that broadly, or was it just military medicine at its worst? I can't say I felt all that much more experienced this time. The toddler was running from one end of the clinic to the other, the baby was fussing and unhappy and I was feeling seriously frazzled. (Which showed - the doctor was moved to give me a lecture on taking care of myself as well as the little ones.)

Or is it just that having two children automatically confers an assumption of competence upon a mother? Presumably, if you haven't killed or maimed the first you can be trusted with the second?

At least it's over and I don't have to go back for two months. Hopefully I can avoid losing the baby's shot record this time.