Katie went to the doctor today for her and Ian's monthly checkup. We are very thankful that everything continues to look healthy. For those in the crowd romanticizing a false diagnosis during the previous visit; one capable of transforming Ian into Emma, I'm sorry, but the technician and the doctor saw nothing but boy parts again today.
Ian weighed a pound and 4 ounces. When Katie told me this, I accepted it with little question, even though I knew Ian didn't step on a scale. I did wonder, how do they know. I could understand if he said "about a pound" or even "somewhere between one and two pounds", but where do they get 4 ounces. And if they are off, by say an ounce or two, who is ever going to know. I mean really, the only way you go wrong at this point in announcing the weight is if you go over the birth weight. If you say the baby weighs 6 1/2 pounds today and he is born 6 pounds, well you went over and you lose, kind of like the Price is Right. I guess by now you've figured out I'm very suspicious of doctors.
It didn't help any to find out Katie's doctor today was a fill in for her regular doctor who was out of the office. She said HE was just a young guy who looked only minutes removed from passing his driver's license exam. He seemed nervous and Katie thought she might have been his first patient ever.
When the dentist was drilling in my mouth the other day, his latex covered hands buried as far down my throat as my tired and collapsing jaw would allow him, I killed some time wondering what inspirational moment happens in one's life when they decide they want to spend their days inside the mouths of one stranger after another. I considered this as he used a fancy tube to continually suck the saliva out of my mouth and he sprayed water that bounced off my teeth showering the entire work area. I never did come up with a feasible scenario.
When Katie told me about this young doctor today, his whole life ahead of him and obviously enough intellect to have some career choices, I was once again left to ponder why?
The only explanation that ever makes sense when I ask myself the unexplainable is God. I believe he has a plan for everything. I do wonder some days if some things aren't a product of a generally serious and loving God showcasing his sense of humor.