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| I couldn't find a woman..... |
THIS is how I have been feeling lately. My job is
making me feel this way.
The sad part its not my actual job....
its the people I work for and regarding things that
don't have anything to do with work.
For instance,
Matty has a binky. Ok, so the previous
pediatrician I worked for (a veteran of like 20 plus years)
told me that she believes its perfectly fine for kids
to have a binky until age 2. At a maximum....
Matty just barely turned 16 months.
He literally only gets his binky if he's so tired
he's whining like crazy or when he goes to bed.
Thats it... (unless he finds one , but then I take it away)
The new pediatrician I work for I am having
issues with lately. I am so fed up with her telling me
that Matty is too old for a binky or her most common
comment when she sees Matthew is,
"Oh, I'm so glad you don't have a binky in your mouth."
These comments are made when Matty is just there with
me, NOT at appointments.
That's totally fine if she wants to recommend that
we get rid of the binky at appts but not every single
time I bring him in with me. Its annoying to say the least.
I plan on taking the binky away well before Matthew turns 2, but I just don't want
to yet. I am of course going with the other pediatrician's recommendation because
I worked for her the last 3 and a half years and if she says its okay then I'm content
with her saying that.
The new pediatrician JUST got out of her residency is July. Ya, she's
that new.... So who's advice would you take?
Here's the thing,
Is it, or is it not MY choice as his mother to decide how long he has the binky?
If I chose for him to have it until he's 4, is that not my decision as his mother??
(Not the smartest idea going that long, but its the idea that counts)
Besides, don't freaking tell me how to parent when you haven't been through any of it with
your child yet. You don't know what its like. Just because your a doctor doesn't mean you
know everything.
And don't give me personal recommendations, ( that I don't ask for) outside of an appointment.
I don't appreciate it, it just freaking annoys the crap out of me and makes me want to find a new doctor. Which is sad because I work for one.
As my previous post says, I am stressed to say the least with my job.
Between the snotty comments about how I raise my child and the
actual work related stuff, I'm at my breaking point.
Believe me I'd quit if I could.
Its just sad because 6 months ago I LOVED my job.
Everything about it. Now, I hate it.
You know its Monday.....
My baby sister Kinsey got in a car accident at
lunch today. :(
Luckily no one is really hurt. She has a sore neck and
back but nothing major. She got T-boned making a left out of a gas
station and the other driver crunched her drivers side door.
Her poor car needs surgery. And of course it was her
fault so she got a ticket for failure to yield.
I just feel bad for her. I took on a very mommy perspective and got all defensive and teary eyed. I felt like it was my child. Oh parenthood, whats its done to me emotionally.
(Haha, funny note. I was the first person she called. Not my parents or the cops. I feel loved.)
It's Monday and I'm full of complaints. Sorry but
I HATE mondays.
Here's to a happier rest of the week....
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