Like I said previously, we adore our pediatrician. He is a wonderful Christian and dedicated family man. When he heard about the insufficiencies of our GI doctor, he hugged Emma and apologized immensely. We spent much of this visit talking about what was best for my child. He said there was another doctor to whom he could refer us. He added that many people did not like his bedside manner, which is why this specialist is not generally his first choice. We all three agreed (Emma included) that the worst bedside manner in the world would be better than what we had experienced.
I think the worst part about this visit was seeing how much our beloved pediatrician wanted to do for my child but could not do. Since he is not a specialist, insurance will not cover certain tests ordered by him--no matter how valid they are. So, basically, the man who medically knows the most about my child--every cold, every asthma attack, every everything--can not help her. Instead, we are stuck with a specialist who sees my child as just another name on the sign-in sheet. This is the first thing he said he wanted to change when he becomes President some day.
Emma and I both said we would vote for him.
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