My first pediatrician interview

I knew I needed to pick a pediatrician for little dude so I looked up the ones my insurance takes and set out to interview them. I hate doing it this way. I went through so many bad OBGYNs in my search for answers to my infertility and the one who ultimately helped me was through recommendations. Recommendations are the way to go but unfortunately my friends with babies don't live close to me, plus I am on Tr.ic.are which limits my doc choices exponentially.

So I saw Dr. Ass [not his real name, is my foreshadowing of how this appointment went working?]. I knew things were bad when I first walked in and sat down and heard him shouting down the hallway Hey Gail, ever heard of jiggly eyes being normal? The nurse yelled back no and Dr. A proceeded to tell the nurse (and everyone in the waiting room) the details of this patient's issues. Um, doctor-patient confidentiality anyone? I was tempted to get up and walk out right then and there but I tried reasoning that it was late and maybe he didn't realize anyone else was in the office. Once he closed the room to continue with the patient, I could hear every word through the door. Again- awkward but I thought, how can he know we can hear things through a closed door? It was weird to see the family file past me after the appointment knowing all about their five month old baby. As he led me to his office he said Sorry to keep you waiting but that kid had a looot of ear wax.

We sat down to talk and that's when things got even funner. The first thing he said was Is this your first kid? I nodded. He leaned back and laughed welcome to the real world! it was all just play until now. Nothing pisses me off more than this statement. Still I bit my tongue. He then proceeded to guess my race, my religion, and make stereotypes galore. He said my mother's generation was useless as far as taking care of babies. He said that if I could get a wet nurse until my milk came in that was the way to go. And he assumed I knew nothing. Do you know what a wet nurse is? I nodded. He smirked, oh yeah? Tell me? I told him. Oh wow, you know so much! Did you go to Harvard or Yale? By now I'd stopped smiling and just stared at him with raised eyebrows. We ended our conversation and I left.

How are there people with functioning practices who behave this way? I am bewildered beyond belief. Needless to say, back to the drawing board.