Thank you Dr=Supermom wins

I have always viewed my trips to the doctor in a good/bad light, which I'm sure most people do also. While I am generally not happy to be there, I usually walk away feeling happy that I have gotten some answers and will soon be feeling better. It also helps that my doctor and his nursing staff TOTALLY ROCK! No matter what has ailed me, they've been great. I especially was happy when they squeezed me in on a Wednesday last September so that I could pee in a cup and find out that the stick didn't lie and I was pregnant!

I try to view Bailey's well-baby checks in the same light. I'm always so excited to see how much she weighs, how tall she is, what all her measurements are, etc. I love showing her off to the nursing staff and doctors; showing them how beautiful she is and how much new stuff she is mastering. However, then comes the part I hate - the shots. Again, I try to view this in a good/bad light. I'm grateful that 1) I don't have to give them to her myself, 2) that they are boosting her immune system and helping her to be healthy and fight weird diseases, 3) that they have gotten smart enough to combine some of them to reduce the number of shots babies have to get, and finally 4) that they give her the shots at the exact same time so that it isn't pain, comfort, more pain, and more comfort, which brings me to the main point of my blog.

Thank you doctors for setting up the well baby checks on milestone months so that mom's can remember how old their children are. I know how old my baby is but I actually sat down to count how many weeks old she is, in case someone asks, cause I've been just estimating to the closest month.

Thank you doctors for making yourself or your nursing staff out to be the bad guy. Every 2 months or so you become the bad guy and give my daughter shots and pain to commemorate her turning a few months older and every few months Supermom gets to come to the rescue with hugs, kisses, cuddles, the binkie, favorite toys, and the favorite food or maybe a sneak of something sweet. Every 2 months, in a world where Bailey is becoming more and more Daddy's little girl, Supermom still wins out on Dr day with the comfort factor.
So, I say Thank you Dr = Supermom wins.