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For the
past several months we have been seeing the doctor every four weeks to check in
and make sure our son is on schedule. Last night was the last appointment in
that particular schedule as we will now be heading to the doctor every two or
three weeks until our son’s birthday. Thankfully, everything has checked out so
far and he is developing close to what the doctor expects (he is actually a
week ahead of schedule at this point).
However,
while the baby is progressing as planned, the doctor was running late last
night… very late. We both made our way to the office a little quicker than
expected and checked in at the front desk about twenty five minutes early. Once
a couple of seats opened up in the waiting room we settled in for the duration
as given the mass of people in the office we knew there was no way that they
would be running on time. Our appointment time came and went with little
expectation as to when we would be seen.
Jeopardy
kept us occupied for a little while but our patience began slowly degrading as
Wheel of Fortune gradually killed our brain cells. By the time that show ended
there were still a few of us fidgeting in the waiting room and what little
patience was left quickly vanished once Dancing With The Stars came on.
Honestly, I don’t know how people can watch that show. Fortunately, it wasn’t
long after the dancing started when we heard my wife’s name being called and we
moved as fast as we could to the examining room.
This
change in scenery was met with more waiting as we could hear the doctor and
nurses scurrying up and down the hallways like mice trying to escape from a
trash can. This was accompanied by the sounds of heartbeats from the adjacent rooms.
It was nearly 8:30 when the doctor finally opened the door, listened to the
heart rate, took the usual measurements, and answered the couple of questions
that we had for her. We discussed the net appointment and were on our way out
having waited over two hours for a ten minute appointment.
It
was a long night that followed a long day but it was well worth the wait as we
were able to once again hear our son and watch him as he kicked wondering why
he was being poked and prodded. Like many nights, that is what grounds us. But
we also learned the important lesson to never again make a doctor appointment
the week of Thanksgiving… I think even the baby was not happy about having to
sit in the waiting room so long.
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