Just a few hours ago, I had to confess to the pediatrician that, No, Greta isn't rolling from her back to her belly yet. That was all the motivation she needed.
The value of a good pediatric medical assistant cannot be overstated. We had a fantastic pediatrician in Minneapolis, and it broke my heart to change clinics, but the drive was just too much for us. One of my favorite things about our old clinic was the astonishing power of the MAs to get four needles in and out of my kid's thigh so fast that he didn't even have time to react until all four little round band aids were dotted on. We now have a terrific new pediatrician, but unfortunately, the immunizations have been a thousand times more painful for everyone involved. I can only hope they won't remember.
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