Why moms should always be at doctor's appointments

I may have mentioned, I'm in Texas. At a meeting.

So my baby's fifteen-month doctor's appointment was Monday, and that meant dad had to take him. This struck fear in my heart, but then of course I talked myself into thinking it would all be fine. Dads are certainly capable of taking babies to doctor's offices, right?

I called my husband last night {whilst in the midst of a horrible migraine, so my memory of the call is a little foggy} and asked him how it went. I will color-code the conversation to make it easier to read:

How was the appointment?

Oh, it was great.

How was Griffie doing?

He's great.

What about his speech? Was she worried about his speech? {He only has four or five words.}

No, she said he's great.

OK. Did she listen to his lungs. {He was wheezy this weekend and we started breathing treatments again.}

Yeah, she said he was a little wheezy but he sounded great.

OK, so he didn't get shots.

Well, he did get the one from when his twelve month appointment was. And then there was another, M something? Or Hep B? I can't remember.

Wait a second, he got shots? I thought he wasn't going to get shots? {I thought he wasn't going to get shots because I asked my husband to say no to shots because I didn't want him getting any because he is sick and wheezy and I am delaying his vaccine schedule.}

Yeah, he did get one. Or two. I can't remember. He did great.

OK.

So you see? This is why moms should always go to doctor's appointments. I got one thing out of the visit. It was great. That's the gist of it.

Irritates me.