As I was getting ready I began to wonder what I should do with the kids while I saw the doctor. When they were little, I could tote them around to any appointment with a few toys and no worries. They didn't care or question what was happening A year ago it wouldn't have mattered. This year though, they would wonder what in the world the doctor was doing. Heaven forbid she scrapes a mole or takes a sample...they would probably be in therapy for the rest of their lives.
I called my husband and asked if he had taken his lunch yet and he hadn't. (whew) I asked if he would mind going with me and staying in the car with the kids during my visit. I'm sure he had images of sitting in the hot parking lot for who knows how long having four kids climb all over him. As appealing as this seemed, he was quiet for a minute and asked, "What time is your appointment?" -yes!-
All went well. We picked him up from work, headed to the doctor's office and I had my annual mole patrol. She said that everything looked fine with nothing to report. I sat in my gown with relief and then wondered how my husband was doing with the kids.
I got dressed and made my way out with the biggest smile. I don't know whether it was more from the clean bill of health or from seeing the look on my husband's face as the kids bounced throughout the entire car. I laughed when a pair of three year old little bare feet flew right by him.
It's annoying to go to an annual check up of any kind and I'm sure that no one likes to do it. I'm glad this one is done at least for now. I'd bet about a million dollars though that my husband is happier than I am that it will be a whole long year until the next one comes again.