I'll bet you've never sent an email like this to your doctor:
Dear Dr. Parsons,
I've taken a picture of Stow's rash as it keeps getting worse, and I wonder if it needs attention before our appointment next week. It's a picture of his genital area, and I didn't want to send it without making sure you don't mind having something like that sent to your email. Let me know a quick "yay" or "nay," so I know whether to send it. Thank you!
In case you're wondering, she said she'd be more than happy to look at my baby penis pictures if I felt comfortable sending them.
Heck, yeah, I feel comfortable sending potential baby porn to my doctor late at night. You know why? Because not only did she give me her e-mail address in case I had questions, she also checks it and responds to inquiries after hours! On this particular night, she wrote back with a promise to call in a salve prescription for us the next morning.
Those of you out there with kids who don't have special needs or who aren't constantly sick with bizarre and scary stuff probably think the doctor's crazy and I'm an over-needy mom. But, those of you who have experience with this kind of thing know just how incredibly amazing this doctor really is. I can't tell you her name, because, well, this blog is anonymous, but I just want you to know that it's in large part because of her that we've figured out a lot of what's going on with Stow. By being available after hours, she makes it possible for me to keep up with my kids' illnesses and still do my job. And, more importantly, she's helped me stay sane more times than she will ever know.
May you all be as lucky as we are.