It
is always an odd feeling for me getting up in the morning on a week day and not
rushing to get out of the house and on the road. Sometimes it is a holiday and
the office is closed while other times it is because of weather. However,
Friday was one of those days when it just made more sense for me to work from
home due to an appointment right in the middle of the afternoon. Believe it or
not, it was time for our son’s one year wellness check and I wasn’t going to
miss this one.
As
the day progressed and a surprising amount of work was accomplished, the
minutes and hours seemed to evaporate. Before I had a chance to stop and assess
where I was in the day, I looked up and found that I only had about 15 minutes
before heading out the door. With a little bit of time left and about twice
that amount of time in work remaining, somehow I managed to power through and
get out the door with a couple minutes to spare. Well, that is what I thought.
On
my way to the daycare to pick up our son, I couldn’t have encountered more
delays if I tried. Between the slow cars (clearly not knowing where they needed
to go) and hitting every red light possible, I barely made it into the
classroom with enough time to grab all of his stuff from the week, turn around,
and try and make up some time on our way to the doctor. Thankfully, our son was
quietly watching the scenery the whole was and we did make it to the doctor on
time about a minute before my wife pulled into the parking space beside us.
As
we checked in and handed the woman at the front desk the forms to transfer our
son’s medical record to a new doctor, our name was called. This may have been
the first time that we didn’t have to wait since we first started bringing our
son to this office right after he was born. While there were a few things that we
specifically asked the doctor to check (and yes we actually saw the doctor this
time), the great news of the appointment was that our little baby isn’t so
little anymore falling within the 75th percentile in nearly all of
the usual measurements. And that is when the calmness came to an end and the
needles entered the room.
While
the tears began almost as soon as we laid him on the examining table, he
surprisingly wanted his daddy when everything was done. By the time we left
with a multitude of papers and forms in hand, our big boy had calmed down and
was clearly ready to go home. With my wife taking our son home, I was able to
get a few local errands done before joining them back at the house and taking
the time to play with our son before his abnormally early bed time. It was a
long day and an appointment we weren’t really looking forward to but it went
about as well as we could have expected. Sometimes, that is the best day especially
when the result is that our son is pretty darn healthy!
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