Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Worst day ever...

Oh how I wish I had pictures to post...but I don't so you will just have to imagine with me in your mind's eye.
Today Owen had a follow up appointment with a specialist in The Woodlands. Last time we went, we had lunch with Nate and then I took Blake to Aunt Holly's and just Owen to the appointment. Well for today's visit because of the time of the appointment, I decided to still have lunch with Daddy, but to take both boys to the appointment. We always go the three of us to their normal doctors appointments...so why not this one?
At the end of lunch I noticed that both boys were doing some, well, business. I was going to change them at the restaurant, but there was no where to change a baby. So I thought, I will just change them at the doctors. We got to the doctors 20 minutes early, I went in and straight to a bathroom...again, no where to change a baby. I went upstairs...no where to change a baby. So I just checked us in thinking I would change them once in the room. We waited and waited. The boys were way overdue for a nap and so after about 30 minutes began to get a little fussy. First it was Blake so I took him out of the stroller to stretch. Another 15 minutes pass and then Owen gets REALLY fussy. So when I take him out I realize he has pooped completely out of his pants all up his back. Well, like I said, no where to change a baby. So I just wiped up what was on his back and wrapped a burp clothe around his waist thinking, surely it will just be a few more minutes. A few more minutes pass, but this time, no one called us, only Blake got upset again. So I picked him up to see that he too had pooped up his back! Seriously! Then a lady looks at me and says, "I bet you didn't think it would be this hard when you decided to have two." Decided! Like we went to the grocery store to pick them out! By this time it was 2pm and our appointment was 40 minutes late. I went to the nurses desk to ask if there was a place to change their diapers to which I was told no, but that there was a bathroom out in the hall. So I had to go out there, LAY MY BABIES ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR, and change two NASTY diapers. You can only imagine how long this took...a good fifteen minutes.
I finally go back in to be told, "They will be right back to get you." I soon realized I had missed our name being called all the while they were putting out a note that said that our doctor was over an hour behind. The waiting room had filled and there was no where to sit. Both boys were completely exhausted and just wanted to sleep so they were crying and only wanted to be held. So here I am holding 35lbs of baby standing up while people just stare at me because I have crying babes. I was so mad I was just glaring at everyone who looked our way.
At 2:25, an hour and five minutes after our appointment we were finally called back. I got the boys out to realize that Owen had pooped ALL OVER his car seat, on his bottle, I mean everywhere. So I began trying to clean it as best as I could. A few minutes later the doctor comes in, lays O down, says, "yep, he's doing great. See you in 6 months." And leaves the room. WHAT!??!?!
I was so angry and so determined to run out of there with out paying a copay...luckily for them they didn't charge me. And we finally left 2 hours later with babies screaming rolling out of there office.
The only redemption in all of this was getting home and the boys had napped and woke up looking at me with big grins...
I guess since they are almost 8 months old it's high time I had a poop covered adventure.
Now off to clean the car seat.

5 comments:

Unknown said...

Oh I feel for you so much! Gotta just love those days when you just want to look up at God and say, "I'm really REALLY trying here!!! Can I get a break???"

Here's to twin mammas and mom's of multiples! We ROCK! :)

Little Wonders said...

OMG, Kim, I can only imagine what you went through!! And right now, I'm tempted to say I'm looking forward to similar adventures of my own :) (Clearly I don't know what I'm talking about ...)

Anonymous said...

This is hilarious NOW! Not then I'm sure! But you made it and you didn't slap that woman who said you "decided to have two", like you are that octuplet mother! You did great! I say if people give you bad looks because your babies are crying and yet they don't do anything to help, let those babies cry and annoy those selfish people all they want!! :)

Barbara said...

Where do you live that there is no where to change a baby!! I'm not really asking where you live but that is just crazy! Poor you and poor babies.

You don't even know me and here I am venting on your blog! Please forgive me. I know Esther and occasionally when I have time I like to peek in on blogs my friends read. You were the lucky one today- I'm being factious (about the lucky part). Enjoy those babies.

Amanda Williams said...

I love this story and am sorry that I find humor in your pain, but it sounds like one of those classic nightmares! I am pretty sure that once my boys get here I will have similiar stories we can share and look back on and laugh at!