Tuesday, August 14, 2012
So, the other day I found myself in a room with two other expecting mothers waiting to interview a potential pediatrician. As we sipped on cool water, and secretly assessed each others' weight gain, one mother turned to me and asked, "So, how many pediatricians have you interviewed so far?" Immediately I thought, how many pediatricians? Was I supposed to interview more than one? Is there a final written test I'm supposed to give them and the one with the highest score gets to take care of my kid's runny nose? Why doesn't anyone tell me these things?
So, after looking at her with a blank stare, I said, "Nope, this is the only one." And that, my friends, was not the correct answer. The expecting mother then told me how she had interviewed five pediatricians already and all had completely different methods. Different methods? What are they doing - making wine?
Unfortunately, our conversation was cut short when the pediatrician entered the room. After a few introductions, the doctor asked us if we had any questions. And this is when crazy happened. Both mothers, to my left and right, proceeded to pull out sheets (yes, that was plural) of questions. I just sat there completely dumbfounded as they asked everything from vaccine schedules, to waiting room procedures, to after hour calls, to billing and to his thoughts on curing autism. Finally, the doctor turned to me and asked, "Kate, do you have any questions?" For a moment I looked down at my keys and cell phone, and then said, "Nope, I think I'm good." Silence in the room. He then, along with the women, asked again, "Really? You have no questions?" Then in a moment of panic and slight guilt I said, "You said you went to medical school? Right? (Doctor nods) Great. And you aren't going to touch my child inappropriately? (Doctor nods) Great. No, I think I'm good."
Oh if you were wondering...he hasn't thought of a cure for autism. I guess those ladies will be finding another pediatrician.