Thursday, August 07, 2008

It's Elementary, My Dear Doctor!

Sitting in the doctor's office, chatting with our pediatrician about Daniel's condition and where to go from this point on, he confirmed something that I've suspected for a long time. Pediatricians may have a lot of knowledge about children's health but it doesn't mean that they know squat about raising kids. I like our pediatric doctor, but the following really made me wonder...

We were talking about a particular instance that set Daniel off. Daniel relayed the situation to our doctor. I had given the kids juice pops and Daniel wanted a certain flavor. The flavor that he wanted had already been taken by another child. He got angry and completely lost it.

After the doctor listened to the story he asked Daniel why he did not just ask his mom to go buy more so that he could have his favorite flavor. I shot my husband the "Is this guy kidding?" look from where I was seated. He nodded back at me with a , "I hope so." look. I waited for the doctor to add, "But you will not always get your way and it doesn't allow you to freak out about it." I waited and waited and waited. It never came. He just reiterated that if Daniel wants something, he should simply ask for it. "Whoa!" I thought, "Back it up, Doc!"

You see, the "ask and ye shall receive" motto only applies to prayers, in our house. As parents, we do not operate that way and the doctor was practically enabling my child to expect that he will get his way all the time. We are not caterers, nor are we servants...we are parents. You take whatever Popsicle you get and be happy, pretend that you are happy, or get nothing at all.

I finally broke into the conversation between the doctor and Daniel and added my two cents about his ask/receive policy. I think he realized what he had suggested to my son and altered it to include, "But sometimes mommy will say no. I say no to my kids sometimes when they ask for stuff." Daniel replied, "Yeah, if they want stuff, then they can get a job and use their own money." Apparently, my child has better parenting sense than a man who graduated medical school and makes hundreds of thousands of dollars per year.

Medical School: $80,000
Common Sense: PRICELESS


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Marie Lanathoua said...

I see this on a daily basis, I work with the educated that educate these doctors....education does not equal intelligence!

Ever since I started working at a university level...well I can say now.... I do not feel do dumb anymore!

CoftheU said...

Yay Daniel and Yay You. Doctors drive me crazy too (I am currently in similar situation regarding allergies not something really hard like ADHD. I think a couple of mine are ADD but haven't even had the guts to address it yet!)

"Mom knows best" is not just an old adage. We can all laugh and joke about your parenting (and you can blog about it) because underneath it all we know you're really a great mom. Probably better than a lot of your readers because really, who could deal with as much shite as you do and not lose it??? You rock!

iluveeyore said...

$80,000 for medical school? Maybe for one year.

My daughter was abusing Ambien (a sleeping pill); she bit the bullet and told her doctor. He, of course, told her to stop taking them, period.

One week later she asked if she could try Lunesta, since it's non-narcotic. He then asked her if she'd ever tried Ambien. ;(

iluveeyore said...

I hope the psychiatrist that you were referred to specializes in children.

It's really hard to find a good "match."

Aimie said...

Oh my Lord you SO need a new doctor! Avoiding the Red dyes has helped my son in a HUGE way. Are the diet changes helping Daniel at all?

Family Circus said...

I LOVE IT....doctors...doctors...doctors...they drive me crazy, because first of all..no male has ever been a mother...so what the crap do they know about child-rearing...and half the time...mother's instinct trumps the doc. Sorry to hear that you are struggling so much with Daniel Jr...that breaks my heart. I hope you manage to get things resolved for both of your sakes...you're in my prayers.