#AtoZChallenge: ‘D’ is for Doctor

Like any little kid, Baby Girl likes talking about what she wants to be when she grows up, and she wants to be a doctor. Occasionally she’ll mention being an ice cream man or a storybook writer, but mostly she talks about being a doctor. She’s had a not so low-key obsession with doctors for a long time now. While everyone else I know dreads going to the doctor, the girl lives for it and often creates reasons to go. “Oh, I’ve got a boo-boo! Call an ambulance!”

If Baby Girl were able to leave the house by herself and drive, she’d probably have a restraining order by now.

The girl gets ticked off anytime the rest of us have to go to the doctor and don’t take her along, and she asks a million questions when we get home. There’s always a little bit of hope in her voice that maybe something will be badly wrong with us, because that means more visits, more procedures, and more deets to share.

I think all of this is adorable, of course. Even more adorable is her in her doctor’s scrubs for Halloween.

She has quite the collection of toy doctor tools, and she even has a few real things, courtesy of an EMT who took interesting in BG at a restaurant one day and gave her a tour, hooked her up to an EKG, the whole nine yards. Baby Girl was in heaven that day.

One thing Baby Girl likes to learn about is body parts. She’s very interested in the different organs and their functions. You might be thinking, “Smart kiddo!” but know that her interest doesn’t stop with her little body parts doll she got for Christmas.

She’s also very interested in where babies come from. She’s three, y’all. I gave her a sciencey rundown, and she later asked my husband where she was before she got in my belly. He told her that she was in Heaven with God. This freaked her out because she associates that with being dead. She brought it up with me again later, and I talked to her about starting out as an egg in my ovaries, which went over much better…

And then, of course, she wanted to see the ovaries and find out how all this went down. I showed her an awesome YouTube video (you can see it at the end of this post), and she has watched it at least a dozen times. She’s absolutely enthralled.

Then the next big question came:

I didn’t want to tell her about vaginal delivery. That’s just too much right now. I don’t care if she educates her classmates on the rest of it, but I really don’t want anyone calling me because Baby Girl talked about pushing a baby out of one’s vajayjay. (And she’d use the correct term, of course, but I’m not.)

Instead, I told her about C-sections. She was born via C-section, so that worked. She was fascinated with that, which made me kind of scared…how long before I wake up in the middle of the night with her trying to perform surgery? It was like the time Little Man got super interested in organs, too, namely the heart. He talked about wanting to hold a beating heart in his own hands one day, so I didn’t sleep for a while.

Yesterday (we’re not blasting too far to the past for this one), the attempted C-section happened, but I wasn’t injured in the process.

We were hanging out playing doctor with her stuffies when stuck one under my shirt.

Oh lord.

She took her toy doctor scissors and pretended to cut open my belly along the area where my actual C-section stitches are.

And then it was time for Pete the Cat to be delivered.

We then repeated the process many more times before she decided that I should be her nurse and give all of her stuffies their flu shots.

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Author: Erika

I’m a SAHM to two kids. When I’m not doing all the typical mom things (diapers, soccer, etc.), I like writing, reading, and playing games. Clearly I live the life of a rock star.

24 thoughts on “#AtoZChallenge: ‘D’ is for Doctor”

    1. Thanks, added now. I wrote this last night and even left a blank space at the end of the regular post to add the video, added the doodles this morning and went “what the hell else was I supposed to write” upon looking at the blank space.

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  1. My middle child insisted on all of the crutches and wheelchairs and bandages for her American Girls. You know, the accessories they make so that dolls can be ‘just like you’? Except my child has no crutches or wheelchair. Or bandages. What.

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  2. Omg, she has such a strong interest! I hope she keeps it up!! Wow, I can’t believe she watched that video 12 times! I could barely sit though it once. First, all the cilli in the ovaries and fallopian tubes gives me the willies, then the baby looks a gawd-awful alien at first, then I squirmed as the baby was squished out the pelvis (reliving it…). Yikes! I am NOT doctor material; good thing BG is! We need more good ones in this country…

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    1. Hahaha! I’m surprised you didn’t like it! I do hope she keeps that interest. We sometimes call her Little Bailey (from Grey’s Anatomy) because she’s so small, fiery, and the medical interest.


    1. Nice! I hope so, I mentioned in another comment that we call her Little Bailey, from Grey’s Anatomy, because she’s so small, fiery, and has that medical interest.

      It’s nice that they want to watch something that’s not cartoons sometimes!


  3. Oooh this had me chuckling so much. I also have a little one who is very interested in being a doctor, although she hasn’t performed surgery on me yet! Haha.

    Someone loved this post so much, they added it to the BlogCrush linky! Feel free to collect your “I’ve been featured” blog badge 🙂 #blogcrush

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