Dr. Visit Part 1- "Man Bag"

..so no luck yet on the job front. My search continues and until than I enjoy every single moment I can with my son. What else could I do? However, this past week “LittleYO” got sick so it hasn't been that much fun. A sick baby is a first for me as a Dad and another first is having to take him to the Dr. It truly is amazing how much everything can happen, all at once.

Cough, cough gets worse, cough is talked about with wifey than the cough is bad enough to call the doctor. Of course, the appointment is at 11 am when MommyYO is at work. It’s an intense moment when MommyYO walks out that front door for work that morning. Suddenly, I realize the responsibility I have as a DaddyYO and looking at littleYO staring at me, I believe he also knows also knows our predicament.

Whatever can happen, will happen…spit up, poop, crying, restlessness, another poop, new stain on the couch (that really bothered me) the phone rings and it’s the Dr. Office. “Mr. DaddyYO, Can you make it in by 9am instead of 11am? I looked at my watch, I got 25 min “Sure” I said. My response was a reflex, not realizing what I said until after I hung up the phone.

Flustered, scattered I was definitely not myself. I called “it in” to MommyYO for some air support. I hung up and realized it was time for the “Man bag”, my first step in gaining control of the situation.

You never now when you have to fly out that door. Now as a DaddyYO it’s a little different from before with no kids and your mnemonic checklist of things to remember no longer applies. “Spectacles, testicles, wallet, watch, keys, ring (phone), metro card”...there is now a ton of other stuff we NEED to remember or our next trip could be a tough one!

This is part one of two of my Dr. Visit with Little YO. For all you new and old ( if you haven’t figured this part out yet) DaddyYO’s out there on twitter, Facebook and the rest of the www I say this “ get your MAN BAGS “Locked and loaded” as if your life depends on it, because it will.”

No Shame in the DaddyYO game...and YES, that is a Disco ball in my Kitchen!