Overcoming fear and trepidation

On Friday Elisabeth went to the pediatrician for her three year check-up. (Yes, even the children of pediatricians go to the pediatrician.)

Elisabeth has a poor history with pediatricians, even though she is very good with her mother. She (not surprisingly) associates visits to the doctor's office with the pain of shots (since virtually all of her trips to the pediatrician have involved one of the normal childhood vaccinations). So usually she falls to hysterics as soon as we enter the office because she knows what's coming.

That made me all the more shocked yesterday when the mention of shots didn't put her in tears. I told her all to expect in our visit, and that at the end there would be two shots, and she was OK with it. She complied with all the examinations and screenings except the hearing screening because the headphones were really tight. She cried when she got her shots, but had put it behind her by the time we left the office.

I was so proud and pleased!