Friday, April 24, 2009
I've written here before about the differences between Emma and Harper, but never was it more evident than yesterday when I took Harper to the pediatrician for her 3 year well-visit.

I can remember (not so long ago, in fact) when Emma would start to panic and scream the very moment our car pulled into the parking lot at the doctor's office. Not just a cry. I'm talking all out blood curdling scream. And that was just the parking lot. Once we got into the waiting room, things would progress from bad to worse. In the exam room, it was just a debacle. Each and every time. Emma would scream, yell and refuse to let the doctor perform the examination. Yes, I said refuse.

Henry and I would leave the appointments convinced that the pediatrician thought we either tortured or molested our daughter. How could someone not think that after they way she behaved? Seriously.

Imagine our delight when our second born puts up no fight to go to the doctor or dentist. Yes, in fact, I think she takes pleasure in her sick and well visits and her 6 month dental cleanings. Harper is happy, pleasant, cooperative. You name the adjective that Emma was, and Harper is completely the opposite. On Wednesday during Harper's visit, it was obvious to our pediatrician...she commented on it...not once but twice. As much as I was hoping that she had forgotten, our pediatrician remembers Emma's horrific behavior, and she didn't hesitate to compare it to Harper's.

In the end, I'm the one breathing a sigh of relief. At last! The pediatrician probably (hopefully) realizes that we don't torture our children!

1 comment

Pootsie said...

Not really funny...but it really IS! It is great that you have your sense of humor about the girls' differences and situations like this. Glad that all was well with Harper! XO