a Date, a Doctor & a Donut

Midway through our trip Miss Brooklyn wasn't feeling or looking so great...and her sleep wasn't so hot either! I went back and forth, allergies, upper respiratory, allergies, upper respiratory and then her cough was on the verge of croup so I made the call. A call to our old pediatrician who we first met because she was the one we chose when we had Kennedy. Dr. Cesal was great, patient, reassuring and had the best personality and manner with Kennedy yes, but more importantly a first time mom :). So that call turned into a date. A date that brought me back to the place that we took our first to get her first pokes, find her first ear infection, check her first cold, and survive her first well check. This time I exchanged lugging a way too heavy infant carrier and overpacked diaper bag to holding this sweet and unsure little girls hand.



We hadn't been back to this place since Kennedy was probably 1 and it was so surreal. Surreal because I am a sap for memories of anything even the pediatrician, but because so much time has passed. I went from being paranoid about every sniffle, cry or bump to watching my 8 year old fling herself each week into cartwheels and handstands at gymnastics. The baby who was so helpless and slept her way through the dr's is now in 2nd grade adding double digits and reading chapter books and writing cursive. And now my second baby who I still feel is little is growing a little taller and was back to where it started with her big sis. A little sappy yes, but for me memories are what makes me happy and I love sharing those moments, the little things with my kids.

It was over way quicker than my analysis of whether or not I should take her in and we were out of there with a sticker and a smile and a promise of a donut on our doctors turned date afternoon.

On the way out, I had two choices of which way to go. You better bet I went the longer way through the parking lot that led me straight to the hospital. Not just the hospital...but the entrance and doors that I first was wheeled out holding my 7 lb 8oz bald blue eyed bundle of pink not having a clue what we were in for. I of course stopped the car, rolled down the windows and pointed out to Brooklyn that that door, the door right there was where your daddy pulled up the car and waited for us to go on our first and slowest ride home ever!



And what I learned after all that is if you give a girl a donut, a dunkin donuts donut her cough magically dissapears.











And what else I learned is that if you give a mama a cup of dunkin donuts coffee and the smiling chocolate covered face of her sweet four year old girl her relaxed smile reappears!