But as I was fastening her pants, I noticed a small, raised red spot on her inner thigh.
At that moment, I lost it.
I stuffed baby supplies into a bag, grabbed the diaper bag, and rushed to the underground garage with Chloe in my arms.
I sped to the hospital, driving recklessly, losing track of how many patrol cars I passed.
The doctor was shocked when I requested an HPV test for a five-month-old baby. She looked at me with a mix of suspicion and pity, clearly thinking I led a chaotic life.
I tried to explain as best I could, and after hearing my story, her eyes softened with sympathy.
She offered us a VIP fast-track service to expedite the test results.
In the waiting area, I paced anxiously with Chloe in my arms, walking countless laps.
Then, three uniformed police officers arrived.
I knew they were here for me.
After I finished explaining my situation, the officers were deeply sympathetic, but the law was unforgiving, and I had to go with them.
However, they allowed me to see the results of Chloe's tests before heading to the police station.
With the officers accompanying me, my anxiety eased somewhat.
Soon, the test results came back, and the report showed Chloe was negative.