Well I just wasted 30min of my life with a pediatrician who wouldnt even take my concerns seriously because my usually anti-christ like child was ofcourse a bloody angel the whole appointment.

She basically blamed
  1. Lack of sleep
  2. Being a boy
  3. Being a middle child
  4. My shoddy parenting skills


She only laid hands on him to check his chest and asked him maybe 4 questions, random stuff like what do you like to do, whats your favourite colour. She noted he had a severe speech problem (well duh effing duh if you had of read the report his speechie faxed over at your demon receptionist's request you WOULD KNOW THE SPECIFIC DETAILS.)

The one upside to the appt is she pseudo diagnosed him with asthma which I have been trying to get them to do for yonks so he has to take a chewable tablet every night at bedtime and hopefully it will stop the never ending cough he has. Plus I have to pump him full of iron and fish oil tablets. Cause ooparently they are the magic cure-all!

She laughed when I mentioned the physical voilence, scoffed that it was MY voice that made him tune out and not listen to the world around him, ignored the fact that I was at my wits end with his non-potty training, told me it was slack sleep that made him hyper yet didnt actually tell me how to fix it. $290 + $66 at the chemist for me to be no closer to sanity and feeling like a complete sack of ****.

*%@$.