Bear is not a morning Bear. Not in any sense of the word. She routinely pulls the blankets and/or pillows over her head in the morning and groans, "Not yet!" or "Snuggle with me!" It would be funny if it didn't take 45 minutes to get her out of bed in the morning. Or after nap time. Or anytime she falls asleep.
Which leads me to today's check up with the pediatrician. She fell asleep on the way there which meant we had to wake her up. It wasn't pretty.
We checked in, took off her coat, and then it was out turn. (Since when do doctors run AHEAD of schedule?!) The poor thing had virtually no transition time. She definitely didn't have her requisite 45 minutes. So we dragged her into the exam room, literally, and stripped her down to her big girl underpants. She sat on the floor kicking me. So I moved to the other side of the room. So she crawled next to me and continued to kick me.
The pediatrician came in and I won't go into deep detail. I think these two comments can pretty much sum up our visit... "Most children need one minute per year old for a time-out but she may need two minutes per year. " And perhaps the more telling comment, "The best preparation I ever had for this job was the high school wrestling team."
Now, don't get me wrong, I love Bear's pediatrician. He is warm, caring, and not the least bit condescending. Not even when I asked him if Bear's post-nap-sweaty-folded-in-half-ear could become permanent. Or when I insisted, at five days old, that she was YELLOW. Clearly she was YELLOW, couldn't he see that? So he ordered stat labs on a Friday afternoon to calm my crazy first time mom self. But today, I felt like the worst mother in the world.
My three year old was literally on the floor, writhing about, screaming, throwing a text book temper tantrum and I was absolutely powerless. There was NOTHING I could do to calm the storm or make it stop. I simply had to wait it out, something the doctor did not have time to do. (She eventually did calm down and even participated in her eye exam. And then she told the nurse that she was "NOT NICE!" when she gave Bear her flu shot.)
And then the best part. We had to tell him that, guess what! We're expecting again. You know, since we've obviously totally screwed up with this one we're going to try again. We can't do any worse right?
I'm sure every parent goes through this. (Tell me every parent goes through this... right?) But I still feel like a complete failure.