Gwen's Three Year Old Post.

Today {a week before she actually turns 3}, we went to the doctor for her three year old well visit.  We needed paper work filled out for her preschool {which she starts on her birthday! ahh!}

Let's just say, that my child may be 90% her father, but she most certainly inherited my hatred for doctors/doctors visits/shots/etc.  Lucky us.

Let me give you the rundown...

For the past few months, Gwen has become accustomed to doctor's visits meaning "Going to the baby doctor" to "check on Mommy's baby belly."  So, when I told her that we had to head out the doctor, that's what she expected, and when I told her that no we were going to her doctor... she flipped.

Now, it's been AWHILE since she has been to the doctor, so I am not sure what she remembers or what she associates with it, but let me tell you, it couldn't be good.

"No, Mommy, I don't wanna go for me.  Go for you!"

"Ok, sure."

Then we got to the office, and she panicked a little more.  I kept saying, "No worries, baby" all while singing the Doc McStuffins "Time for a checkup"  song a few times, which made her giggle.

We were called into the examination room, filled with cute pictures of animals that she named as she glanced around.  The nurse walked into the room with us, took down some info, then asked for Gwen to get on the scale.  As I picked her up and tried to put her down, she SCREAMED and began to cry.  She was so scared!  Of the scale!! 

I hugged and kissed her, and told her that I just wanted to see how tall she was, and after a few minutes, she unwrapped her legs from around me, and stood on the scale, with tears streaming down her face, lip quivering, like a sad little puppy.

I picked her back up and we sat together playing on the iPad, waiting for the doc to arrive.  Thankfully, she was still calm when the doc walked through the door, she said hello and gave her a smile.  I sat her on the examination table, while the doctor checked her heartbeat {she was a little nervous, but did fine}, and said "ahhhh" as she checked her throat {not a problem}.  Then the doctor tried to check her ears... holy crap, did that freak her out!  She was WAILING and squirming, screaming "Noooooooo."  I literally had hold both her hands in my one hand, squeeze her to my body and hold her head with my other hand as the doc sneaked a peak.  And shit, we weren't even to the "bad" part of the visit yet.

The doctor informed me that she needed to have a TB test for school. {Effin' awesome}  And wanted to know if I thought we needed a nurse to assist.  

Ummm, yeah.

So, the doctor returns, with her regular doctor, Dr. A {LOVE him!} to administer the 2 second test.  His gives me the usual rundown, "hug her and kiss her, so she doesn't look" and does the test...

Do you know those  children, the ones who are screaming BLOODY MURDER in the Doctor's office?  The ones who are scaring the living shit out of all the other kids waiting their turn??

Yeah, that was my child.

Dr. A says, "Okay, love you bye."  And hauls ass out of the room, leaving me with my distraught kid, lol.  

I think I promised everything but a pony to get her to stop crying.  

She finally did, we gather up ourselves, and headed for the door.  Stopping to pick up a "lolli" at the front desk, and then my child was normal again.  {Who knew?!}

It was eventful.  To say the least.

Turns out though, Gwen is great.  Dr. A said that she is "mature" for her age.  That she is right on track.  That she seems very bright and talks very well. {Proud Momma, here!}  She's 33 lbs and 40 inches tall!  She's cleared to start preschool next Monday, and hopefully won't have to go back anytime soon.  

I know you may be tired of hearing me say this, but I cannot believe that Gwen is going to be THREE.  I could cry!  I wish I could stop time.