Today BiP had an appointment at the pediatricians. It was just a general check up.
In France there are a number of required check ups and this was BiP’s 16 month check up (she’s 17 months old now).
We saw a different pediatrician from our usual one because I’d discovered he was possibly more pro-breastfeeding than my regular pediatrician. As I’ve written before, breast isn’t always best if you live in France. So it’s important for me to find someone supportive.
Everything was going great until the subject of vitamins came up. He said it was time BiP took some different vitamins which were to be dissolved in a bottle of juice or milk.
The following conversation is translated from French (obviously) –
Me: “But BiP doesn’t drink juice or milk”
Pediatrician: “WHAT? What does she drink then?”
Pediatrician: “But what does she drink for MILK?”
Me: “Umm, she drinks my milk”
Pediatrician: “STILL?!?” He shrieks, almost falling off his chair.
Me: “Yes, I have no good reason to stop, she loves it.”
Pediatrician: rubs his forehead “What about yogurt?”
Me: “No, she doesn’t eat yogurt.”
Me: “Well, I believe that cows milk is for baby cows” (I couldn’t find the word for calf in French) “AND my milk is for MY baby”
Pediatrician: SIGHS Loudly “Excuse me Madame? Where are you from?”
Me: “I’m half English, half Egyptian”
Pediatrician: Nods knowingly “Ok, good. See you next time!”
I guess my ridiculous answers come from the fact that I am OBVIOUSLY not French!
The experience reminded me of a clip from the movie Grown Ups … Check it out …