On that day, it was about 97 degrees out. It was very hot, and not a cloud in the sky. When we were getting Owen ready for the pediatrician we put him in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and we covered him a little with a mini-blanket. It was the perfect ensemble for such a hot day for such a little guy.
When we got to the Dr.'s office building, we entered the doors and were hit in the face by freezing cold air. The building was not only air conditioned, but I think they thought Wisconsin was a tad closer to the equator than it really is. I don't normally get cold, but it gave me a little bit of goose bumps.
When we got in the actual Dr.'s office room (or as Seinfeld would say..."the 2nd waiting area"), our little guy was shivering a little. It had to have been a shock on his system going from Death Valley to Siberia in less than a second.
The Dr. came in and started to take his jeans and shirt off to give him an examination, and commented to get his blanket ready so we could just wrap him up quickly in that when he was done. Em and I looked at each other and sheepishly told him that the only blanket we had with us was no bigger than a cocktail napkin. He laughed and said, "well as long as you have a diaper bag with you, then you are ahead of the game."
We didn't have a diaper bag with us.
I guess we are still learning the process and how to be completely ready when traveling with a baby. We'll do better next time.
We aren't quite that bad.
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