Finding the Perfect Pediatrician
I didn’t go through the typical research/interview process when finding my pediatrician.
When Miles was born 5 weeks early, I called my neighbor from the hospital, asked her if she liked her pediatrician, found out she was located less than a mile from our house, and booked our first appointment.
Six years later, and I’m thrilled with my choice.
At the time, I didn’t know her stance on vaccinations or medications. I didn’t know her stance on breast vs bottle, co-sleeping or baby wearing. I wasn’t even necessarily positive that she had a medical degree.
I just knew that she was nearby, accepting new patients and good enough for my neighbor.
Luckily we’re pretty much on the same page about all that important parenting stuff, but even more importantly, she makes me feel like an amazing mom.
When I come in with all three kids and completely forget to bring an extra diaper for the baby, she tells me about a mom that didn’t realize her 3-year-old wasn’t wearing pants or shoes when she came in for an appointment.
When she declares my children tall and thin for their age, she says, “Of course they are – they take after their mother.”
And as if that weren’t enough, she told me a story earlier this year that made me give her an open-mouth kiss and put her on the permanent Christmas dinner invite list.
One of my children had started peeing in their room. Gross – believe me – I know.
After trying everything I could think of to stop the behavior (and failing), I called my pediatrician in horror.
Am I raising a psychopath? Is there something seriously wrong with my kid?
And that’s when she told me a story that basically went like this:
Oh, that’s nothing.
When my son was 8 years old, we were house hunting and went to an open house in a neighborhood that we really loved. We had just come from his soccer game, and he was a muddy mess, so I told him to wait in the front yard while I walked through the house.
I made it clear that he was not to come inside.
When I walked out of the house, there was my son taking a giant dump in the front yard. As other prospective buyers were pulling into the driveway.
He had to go, and he knew he wasn’t allowed to come into the house, so he just found a nice patch of lawn and went to town.
That story has made me feel like an amazing mom at least 50 times since then. No matter what my kids have done, at least they didn’t take a dump in someone else’s front yard. Amiright?
So my advice for finding a great pediatrician?
1. Call your neighbor and find out who she goes to.
2. Call the pediatrician and ask this question: “Has your child ever pooped in someone else’s front yard?”
If the answer is yes, you have the perfect doctor. If the answer is no, call a different neighbor and start all over again.