We had to take the Babe to a specialist this past week at the Children's Hospital. We had been there only once before for her allergy testing. I didn't even consider the fact that she might remember the place and associate it with the discomfort of her test. Or it could have been my husband and I discussing the hospital and doctor while en route. Either way, as we approached the hospital, she started repeatedly having to tell my husband something.
"Daddy, I don't like doctors!" "Daddy, Daddy, I don't like doctors!". This was repeatedly said by her every few seconds as we reached the drive leading to the parking garage, and then as we circled within the parking garage. Finally, we told her that we weren't going to a doctor, but to meet some new people. She paused for a moment, and then said, "I like meeting new people". That lasted for a little bit, until we got into the doctor's office. As we were taken back into the examining room by a woman in scrubs, the Babe then told us, "I don't like these new people". Clearly, she knew what was up. It didn't matter that she didn't have to get undressed, and the entire exam was external. A doctor is a doctor is a doctor.
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