I was trying to finish up a story yesterday when I got a call from MJ, who sounded a bit frantic. She told me my mom was bringing Will down to the pediatrician’s office. Alarmed, I asked what had happened. This is the answer I received:
“He hasn’t been eating and he’s been really whiny. He’s got an ear infection.”
I paused, a little stunned. The little voice inside my head was telling me to choose my words carefully, but I’ve become a pro at ignoring that little voice and allowing my emotions to get the best of me. So I countered with:
“Yeah, it’s called TEETHING! He’s got two monster top teeth coming in. He doesn’t need to go to the doctor’s office, and he doesn’t have an ear ache. Why are you being such a neurotic first-time mom?”
Yup. As always, I’m an idiot.
So those of you who are married and have kids know what happened next. She got her way and 45 minutes later I met my mom and Will at the pediatrician’s office. We got there right at 5 p.m. so they were none too happy to see us because we were keeping them there late.
Will gave me a big smile and immediately wanted to play with me. “Real sick” I thought to myself.
Then the doctor came in and asked me what was wrong with Will. I told him it was my belief nothing was wrong with Will. Our doctor — a young guy with three kids of his own — smiled knowingly and launched into a speech he’s probably given 1,000 times.
“Ah, so dad thinks everything is fine and mom thinks he’s sick huh? Well first of all, don’t bother trying to talk mom out of visiting the pediatrician because that’s a battle you won’t win. But let’s take a look.”
His ears were fine. Official diagnosis: Will is cranky because he’s teething. VICTORY!!!
The doctor must’ve seen my smug look because he continued on immediately with his lecture.
“So Round 1 goes to dad, but dad would not be a smart man if he immediately gloated to mom. Because dad will be wrong one of these days too.”
Damn the doctor!! All I wanted to do was call MJ and say “See?!?! I’m right and you’re wrong! I know my child. Why are you sending him off to the pediatrician’s office without consulting me first? ADMIT YOU’RE WRONG. BOW BEFORE ME AND ADMIT I AM THE SUPERIOR PARENT! BWAHAHAHAHA!!!”
But for once in my life, I listened to someone’s advice. I called MJ to tell her Will was fine and we had nothing to worry about. I muttered something about “better safe than sorry.” And I told her I loved her and we’d see her soon.
I won’t lie, it hurt and I died a little inside because I LOVE to gloat. Being right is like crack to me. I can’t get enough of it.
And lo and behold, my mature behavior paid off. When MJ got home she apologized for not asking me my opinion before rushing Will off to the doctor. And guess what? She brought me home ice cream. MJ HATES that I eat ice cream yet here she was with a pint of chocolate chip cookie dough.
Why didn’t someone tell me taking the high road led to apologies and ice cream??? It’s the best of both worlds: I get the satisfaction of knowing I was correct and I get snacks. Who knew?
But just for the record, I was right. Told ya so!