Yesterday was Emily's one year well visit. I pretty much have this taking 2 kids to the pediatricians office thing down. Or at least I thought I did...
Well visits always take an eternity so now I pack snacks for everyone, sippy cups, water for myself, coffee too if it's in the AM and I've learned the exam rooms are like little ovens so I always dress light or else I am burning up and that adds to the misery. First the nurse comes in and measures and weighs the child. Then she asks you several questions before leaving you to wait for the doctor. In my experience for a well visit the wait for the doctor has been anywhere from 15 minutes to an hour and the wait for the nurse to come back and do the vaccinations can be even longer. I go prepared with a list of questions/concerns because while I'm trying to juggle both of the girls I can never remember anything, let alone hear a thing the doctor is saying over Rebecca's desperate need for all the attention. I remember Emily's 9 month visit very vividly because Rebecca was feeling very left out and constantly interrupted the doctor. So yesterday while we waited for the doctor I had a nice talk with her about how important it was for her to sit quietly while Dr. Spider was in the room because we had to have a very important talk about how Emily was growing.
This was our shortest wait to date for the doctor. Within just a few minutes she came in to do the exam. Rebecca was great. She stood quietly and watched the doctor examine Emily, she politely asked a few questions and at the end told Dr. Spider about how her baby had an ear infection just like Emily had one last week. The doctor was kind enough to squeeze Rebecca's baby into her busy schedule and gave her a little work up. After checking her ears, nose and throat she informed Rebecca that she was right and her baby did indeed have an ear infection. She swaddled her up for Rebecca in a little paper blanket and prescribed the baby lots of love and hugs and kisses. I don't think I have ever seen Rebecca so excited. I was so relieved that I actually got to ask all the questions I had and hear what the doctor had to say. She left the room and as we waited for the nurse I was feeling really good about how the appointment went and acknowledging in my thoughts how taking them both to the doctor is getting easier.
Then Rebecca peed her pants. She has been potty trained for a year and has never had an accident in public. I don't even carry a change of clothes for her in the diaper bag. It was not just a little leak, it was a full on accident. Her pants were soaked, even her socks and shoes were wet. And the floor, it was all over the floor. Emily is not walking/standing yet so I am trying to juggle her while I stand there in shock, having no clue how I am going to get her cleaned up and out of there. I was so shocked that before I did anything to clean it up I sent Rob a text message that went something like this "FML, Rebecca just peed her pants in the exam room and I have NOTHING to change her in to". I thought about just making her sit in her wet clothes until we left, but it was dripping all over she was wearing light colored jeans so there was no hiding the fact that her pants were wet. Then I thought about having her squeeze into the 18-24 month leggings that Emily wore in because it would be easier to wrap a coat or scarf around Emily's smaller body. I decided that would look ridiculous because even if Rebecca could pull them up, they would look like shorts and I would look like a freak. After a few minutes of panic I came up with a plan. I stripped her from the waist down, cleaned her up with wipes, wiped up the floor, sat her in the stroller and covered her with my coat. I have these little plastic bags for soiled diapers so I bagged up all her wet clothes and tucked the back into the stroller basket.
Just as I got everything situated, the nurse came back in to give Emily her shots. Rebecca sat quietly while we finished up and then we packed it all up and headed out. While it was a little bit of a struggle to push the stroller out of the building while carrying Emily (I have to go through 2 sets of doors), but we managed and poor little Rebecca was able to get out of there without anyone knowing what had happened.
As for miss Emily's update. They called her my "Bingo Baby" she was in the 75th percentile in all areas. She weighed in at 21 pounds, 4 ounces and was 30 inches long. Her big sister was just 17 pounds, 15 ounces and 29 inches at 12 months.