There was no way I was going to be late for their well visits today. (We like to call this foreshadowing in the English teacher world.)
I woke up, showered and got the kids ready 1.5 hours before we had to leave. We had time to kill, I say! So, with my time to kill, I was responsible and I got the diaper bag and my purse by the door and ready to go. The kids both had snacks and diapers changed. We were going to leave 15 minutes early just in case one of them had to poop all over the place before we left.
I got this.
That must have been where I went wrong.
I didn’t plan on three poop emergencies from my TWO children while we walked out the door (Sam, Ellen while dealing with Sam, then Sam while dealing with Ellen.) But, we made it out of the house and got in the car. We did it. I would just have to drive a little over to get there. No prob.
Cue Sam’s “screaming until he chokes” fits in the car. Cue me stopping two times to burp him and get him to stop choking.
But, we got back on the road. So Sam could start screaming again. And scream the whole way to the doctor’s. While Ellen kept complaining she was hungry. Didn’t I offer you a million snacks before we left?
We got off the freeway with just a few minutes until the appointment. He is five minutes off the freeway. Perfect.
I looked in the back seat to offer Ellen some crackers I finally scrounged up. She is SLEEPING?!?! What the ish? If you’re a mom, you know this is the kiss of nap death. Three minutes sleeping in the car and then waking her up for the doctor means no nap for the rest of the day. Greeeeeat.
Arrive in the parking lot. Pull two sleeping children out of the car. Step in gum. Beautiful. Keep walking.
We got inside and checked in, and all went as expected – almost.
The doctor comes in to tell me he is sorry that they are running behind, but he didn’t get my charts until 1:50 (the appointment was at 1), and my showing up late was backing things up.
Screeeech. What?
“Um, I got here at 1pm.”
“Well, by my watch it was 1:05.”
Restrain yourself, woman.
“Well, my watch said 1pm.”
“We like you to get here 15 minutes early to get measured and weighed and whatnot.”
“So, you want me to get to our appointment early so you can get things done that are supposed to be a part of our appointment?”
Ok, I didn’t say that, but I thought it.
“Mmmkay.”
On with appointment. Kids scream during shots. Everything is normal.
Go back to car. Step in gum. Oh, hello again, damnit.
Drive home.
Repeat mantra: You can only do what you can do.
**Disclaimer: I love our doctor. I think he was just a bit off today, and I was too. No harm, no foul. But I will spend today imagining lots of kids pooping on him.
Please change your doctor, I don’t like him/her. Aaron was a car screamer, awful doesn’t even begin to describe it. Also, please change your doctor. The, end.
I’ll tell you what: the dr. 3 minutes from my house is looking pretty tempting these days…
I also think that EVERY.SINGLE.TIME. What do you mean I need to sit here with two children for an extra 15 minutes for you to do what is part of my appointment which isn’t for…you guessed it…15 minutes? I rarely show up early, though admittedly, when we do, it does go more smoothly. Except when they are running an hour behind. Which was often. Though not lately. And I’m going to stop rambling now. The heat is getting to me. The end. But not quite (you can call this the epilogue) – you really do look gorgeous in that photo and I love your mirror and the car on the dresser. Now, el fin.
I understand if paperwork is involved, but shouldn’t they build in time for all of the weighing and measuring and stuff?? Come on!
And hello? If you HAD been there 15 minutes early, they would have been running an hour behind at the doctor’s office so it would have been in vain. I have never taken my kids to the doctor where they have been running on time.
I know, right??
Grrr! Sorry about the unfun wellness visit. I have found that female pediatricians make all the difference – they are Moms & they get it in a way that male Doctors never do.
You know, Ellen had a female ped when we lived in MN, and I think your theory is right. She was always so understanding and patient :)
The dr 3 mins from your house (hopefully we are thinking the same one!) is an awesome dr. Both girls worked for him and a close friend works in his office.
Yup! I’m pretty sure that is the one. I’m also thinking that we are going to make the switch.
And, we need to get together with you soon. We have been here too long to not have seen you yet :)
Oh how I feel your pain! I used to (and still quite often) have to say to myself ‘this too shall pass’.. or more often ‘Breathe. Just breathe’. Visiting via the Monday Mingle! x
Hi Aanie! Welcome :) I agree: breathe, just breathe. Sometimes you have to take in minute by minute!
Dude, isn’t that always the case. Kids poop at the weirdest times. Sullivan has recently been up at 5am to poop. Then refuses to go back to sleep.
Our first ped was always always late and it bugged the crap out of me. Why am I here on time and you don’t wander in until an hour later? We finally switched. But all drs run late. It just sucks it happened on this particular day. Blah…
Yeah, we are thinking about switching too. It’s not so much because of the incident. I can look past that. But, it will just make MY life easier having a place that is closer. And making my life easier is what I am all about!