My husband gave me the greatest moment of validation in my life.

I have had an issue with our children’s pediatrician since we moved to this city nearly a year ago. I find her to be incredibly rude, invalidating, and there’s rarely a time she will let you talk for more than a few seconds before cutting us off. She also refuses to take our concerns seriously. Now, I don’t mind bad bedside manner if they’re assertive in their patient’s needs, but I prefer good bedside manners as much as anyone else (speaking from personal experience, I had a terrible doctor that ended up being the best thing to happen to my health because he was assertive & left no stone unturned regarding my care). My husband kept telling me that my expectations for doctors are too high & this is just how the American healthcare system is.

That being said, my toddler hasn’t been feeling the greatest lately. Without going into gross details, his stools were concerning enough that the nurse on the phone last night said to bring him in today, bring dirty diapers, & take photos of his stool because it won’t look the same 12+ hours later, which I found to be understandable.

So this morning, my husband and I saw her. This vile creature, barely able to emit any human emotion other than condescendence. We were in the room with her for forty minutes trying to explain our concerns, our reasons as to why, etc. We told her that we were told to bring his most recent soiled diaper & take photos. No exaggeration, she laughed & said “who told you to do that?” Your nurse practitioner on the emergency line last night.

Once she left us feeling completely unheard & depleted, I accidentally let it slip: “I fucking hate her” as she closed the door behind her. Her nurse walked in shortly after to dispose of the soiled diapers we were told to bring. My husband asked if he could speak to her regarding this doctor. As it turns out, she had this exact issue with this doctor. She suggested we go to a national pediatric chain (our former pediatrician prior to moving last year) & ended with, “I could clock out & spend all day telling you stories. Don’t take it personally, but you’re not the only ones experiencing this with her.”

Walking out to the car, my husband apologized. “I’m so sorry for not believing you.”

This is the validation I’ve been waiting for. I feel like I’m finally heard & I’m being taken seriously. Thank you to my husband, as this is all I’ve wanted from him since the first time I saw her. I feel like this interaction quite likely changed our whole marriage for the better. I feel believed. Thanks, husbabe.

Edit: words. autocorrect is annoying.

Submitted May 07, 2019 at 05:00PM

I have had an issue with our children’s pediatrician since we moved to this city nearly a year ago. I find her to be incredibly rude, invalidating, and there’s rarely a time she will let you talk for more than a few seconds before cutting us off. She also refuses to take our concerns seriously. Now, I don’t mind bad bedside manner if they’re assertive in their patient’s needs, but I prefer good bedside manners as much as anyone else (speaking from personal experience, I had a terrible doctor that ended up being the best thing to happen to my health because he was assertive & left no stone unturned regarding my care). My husband kept telling me that my expectations for doctors are too high & this is just how the American healthcare system is.That being said, my toddler hasn’t been feeling the greatest lately. Without going into gross details, his stools were concerning enough that the nurse on the phone last night said to bring him in today, bring dirty diapers, & take photos of his stool because it won’t look the same 12+ hours later, which I found to be understandable.So this morning, my husband and I saw her. This vile creature, barely able to emit any human emotion other than condescendence. We were in the room with her for forty minutes trying to explain our concerns, our reasons as to why, etc. We told her that we were told to bring his most recent soiled diaper & take photos. No exaggeration, she laughed & said “who told you to do that?” Your nurse practitioner on the emergency line last night.Once she left us feeling completely unheard & depleted, I accidentally let it slip: “I fucking hate her” as she closed the door behind her. Her nurse walked in shortly after to dispose of the soiled diapers we were told to bring. My husband asked if he could speak to her regarding this doctor. As it turns out, she had this exact issue with this doctor. She suggested we go to a national pediatric chain (our former pediatrician prior to moving last year) & ended with, “I could clock out & spend all day telling you stories. Don’t take it personally, but you’re not the only ones experiencing this with her.”Walking out to the car, my husband apologized. “I’m so sorry for not believing you.”This is the validation I’ve been waiting for. I feel like I’m finally heard & I’m being taken seriously. Thank you to my husband, as this is all I’ve wanted from him since the first time I saw her. I feel like this interaction quite likely changed our whole marriage for the better. I feel believed. Thanks, husbabe.Edit: words. autocorrect is annoying.