Tuesday, I said goodbye to my wonderful, silly OB. It's not like I'll never see him again (we've got a 1x a year date!), but was rather sad to know that he will not be the first one to hold Abigail. He really is a wonderful man and has been great when we've taken Caleb to my OB appointments. What's not to love about a man who makes chickens out of examination gloves?! Caleb adores him.
We feel good about our decision, but it is really bittersweet. We know we're trading familiarity for experience, which is much more important in this situation.
Trying to explain to Caleb why I can't see Dr. S. anymore was kind of hard because he didn't get it. He kept asking when he was coming back. I finally explained that Abby needed to be with doctors who had studied a lot about her jaw (that's pretty much all he knows--that she has a small jaw and will need a special hospital) and Dr. S. doesn't do that kind of thing. He ended the conversation with a deep sigh and, "I'll miss him."
I'll miss him too, Buddy.