It started simply enough – a call to the doctor’s office to get an appointment for my 3 year-old. He has an itchy rash under his arms and down his sides, which started when we were on our recent mini-vacation. Our usual doctor is out of town this week, so I prepped little guy ahead of time that he’d be seeing a different doctor.
I never thought to prep him for a different nurse.
His name was called and we stepped through the door. He took one look at her and freaked. Refused to step on the scale. Went running for the exit.
Yep, things were going well.
So, finally, after I successfully held his arms down long enough for the nurse to run the thermometer across his forehead, promising him a lollipop if he’d just let her take his temperature, she left and he calmed down. A little.
Then the doctor came in, and trying to get out of there as fast as he could, little guy pulled his sleeve down a bit and said, “Here’s my rash.” The doctor wasn’t even in the door all the way yet. Then Monkey did a wild swing of his body and smacked his forehead on the corner of the doctor’s desk.
Hey, if you’re going to have a new injury, what better place than at the doctor’s office?
He screamed (and honestly, it was a hard hit, so I understand that). Once he calmed down from that incident, it was all, “I want to go. I want to leave…” There was no way this new guy was getting a good look at his rash at this point.
I did wind up prying his shirt up far enough that the doctor was able to get a look, and that, with the knowledge that we’d been away a few days and had gone swimming in the hotel pool, made the doctor think it was a form of eczema caused by an allergic reaction to something he’d come in contact with. (Later I realized he’d worn a new shirt that I hadn’t washed yet that day, so maybe from that??)
You’d think that was enough for the morning.
I go to strap him in the car seat and a cat jumps in when I open the door.
Not just any cat. Our cat. If she hadn’t had her pink collar I’d never believe it. She was panting like I’ve never seen a cat pant in my life, and she looked terrified.
How she got there is a total mystery. Did she ride in the car and then jump out without either of the kids or me seeing her? (I really don’t think she could hide for that long and jump out without us seeing her….) Did she ride on top of the car all the way? (It IS her favorite perch in the garage…) Or was she somehow underneath?
There’s no way to know.
One thing’s for certain, she used 1 of her 9 lives up today.