So it is time for A and D to have their annual eye exam (okay technically 6 months ago was time for their annual eye exam) However, I was dragging my feet cause I seriously do not like the office staff at the office. But the other day my eye doctor hired a new doc who sees kids so we have transferred the kids to her. Everything is going great during the appointment, D is making A go first to prove nothing is bad/painful/traumatic and that was working well until it was time to do the drops for eye dilation....
The doc gets the drops out and I shoot A the look that says "cowboy up- your sister is watching" However, either he doesn't get the message, or is inner drama queen took over and he yells "ow it burns" as she puts the drops in. D starts to cry and here is how the rest of the appointment went
Me: Tell your sister it's not that bad
A: But it really burns
D: crying
Doc: Okay change- it's your turn D
D: I want Mommy to go with me
Me: (with a strong sense of foreboding) Okay (now she is sitting on my lap in the chair)
Doc: Okay D what do you see? (picture of a truck)
D: (crickets chirping, no response- she is sitting motionless as if she believes maybe the doctor won't see her if she sits still)
Doc: (changes picture) How about now? What do you see? (I should note that it is now a picture of a horse- one of her two favorite animals)
D: I don't want drops, no drops, no drops (coupled with this heart wrenching, forlorn cry of despair which is now starting to approach hysteria)
Doc: (understanding her defeat is eminent) Okay no drops, we won't do any drops. We'll do them another time when you are bigger
D: (stopping the tears) When I bigger I get drops. It's a horsie
And with that we were back on track for a nice easy appointment (or as easy as it can be with a 10 year old with Asperger's and dilated pupils, a dramatic and doctor phobic 4 year old and a crabby exercising my vocal cords by screaming for no reason 2 year old)
My doctor's office may go back to not seeing kids
