Dr. Dax
Last week Dax saw his pediatrician, Dr. P, one of his favorite people in on earth. For a few days afterwards he wandered around wearing one of my necklaces which he pretended was a stethoscope.
"I a doctor," he would insist. "Like Dr. P." And then he would try to listen to our hearts with my necklace.
Then one day he came out from the office wearing Cat's headlamp and proceeded to give his daddy a physical. I'm so bummed we don't have a tiny white coat for him.
I could be wrong but I don't think it is all that common for a child to adore their pediatrician as much as my son does his. Which makes the fact that Dr. P is moving away even more sad.
That's right. She's moving away. There are some kids somewhere in Tennessee about to get very, very lucky.
When we saw her last week, Dr. P took Dax on her lap and explained that she was leaving and she told him he was going to have a new doctor the next time he came to the office. She told me that the new doctor was just like her, "only taller". Since she was hand-picked by Dr. P, I'm pretty sure we will all adore her.
But we're going to miss Dr. P so very much.