I love the doctor!

If you've followed this blog, you may remember in previous posts regarding doctor visits, Amelia has never been a big fan...of any type of doctor let alone being examined by one. As a baby, when we would visit Dr. Frank's office in Nashville, all she had to do was spot him in the hallway on the way to the exam room and the tears would flow and the clinging would begin. I remember having to virtually yell over the screaming/crying in order to communicate with the doc. Doctor visits were brutal, and exhausting. Something we all came to dread. This was one of those things about her personality I thought might continue on as she got older...but yesterday, the bugger proved me wrong.

All three of us have had a nasty cough/virus for about a week. I decided it was time to have her checked out. I told her about an hour before we left the doctor that we were going to visit Dr. Chapin so that the she could have a listen to her chest as well as check her ears and throat.

She excitedly got ready to go. Really? She smiled and sang all the way there. For real? She even said..."I looovvve going to the doctor." What? Ford and I just kept looking at each other like, "who is this kid?" And the doctor bliss only continued once we got to the office. She excitedly viewed the fish in the fish tanks while we waited our turn. She willingly walked into the exam room, with purpose I might add, and then followed the nurse to the scale to be weighed. She laughed and read books while we waited for the doctor to come in and when she did...Amelia smiled, engaged in conversation and willingly did everything she asked, even sat up on the table and laid down so she could check her tummy. No crying, no clinging. Just a happy cooperative kid.

Knock me down with a feather. I could have cried I was so relieved and proud of her. But I didn't cry, because I was just too happy that the drama seems to have come to an end...at least in regard to doctor visits. :)