LOL!

A few days ago, I had a postnatal doctor appointment at American Hospital. Aaron had a last minute meeting to Abu Dhabi that he couldn't miss, so I had to take Veronica with me. This was not part of the plan! I wanted to go by myself so I could ask all my questions, and not have a screaming baby with me!! But there wasn't much I could do, so I "manned up" and started getting ready for what I was sure would be an interesting trip...

I started to get ourselves ready 2 hours before the appointment to make sure we would be able to get there on time, and what do you know, we ended up using the full 2 hours! It's amazing how time consuming the littlest tasks can be! On the way to the doctors she fell asleep in the car and I was relieved...I was hoping she would sleep through it all. Well, I was in for a surprise...

After I check in, Veronica wakes up. She started grunting and shifting around in her seat and I knew that meant one thing....POOP! I checked her and she was clean, but I knew what was going to be in my future very, very soon. Well, wouldn't you know it, as soon as I get called in and brought to the nurse's office, she starts doing her "I just pooped so you better clean me right now" cry. The poor nurse is trying to take my blood pressure and my kid is screaming her head off. I asked the nurse if there is anywhere that I could change her and she tells me to use her exam table, it's no problem, etc. So there I am chaning the poop monster, and it was a BAD one. Very Very BAD. It was a never-ending poop session. I was literally standing there in the middle of a sea of poop and she was still going. I thought to myself, I used to be so cool and now look at me! Haha! I won't get into the nitty, gritty details but it was so bad that I used about 20 wipes. Poop got under my nails. I was literally trying to use a wipe to clean under my nails. OMG Nightmare!!! I was silently cursing Aaron and his damn meeting in Abu Dhabi!

As I'm finishing up, my doctor (who is about 50 years old but I openly have a crush on him, and by "openly" I mean Aaron knows about it!) comes into the office to tell me to go to his office. The poor nurse's office now reeks of Veronica poop and I have about a 5 pound diaper that I need to dispose of. And let's not forget the nails. It looked like I had green polish underneath my nails. Yes, green. Luckily for me and V, the nurse thought that Veronica was the cutest thing ever and she was very nice about everything!

So onto the doctor's office. Now that Veronica just lost half her body weight, she was looking to replace it. The cry for milk starts just as my doctors appointment starts. I put a binkie in her mouth and that held her off for about 0.2 seconds. My doctor was asking me lots of questions about how I was doing, trying to answer some of my questions however, I could barely concentrate on anything because of the 11 pound ball of fury right next to me. During the exam....she is still crying and and has started to talk her head off. My poor doctor is trying to concentrate and I'm guessing she made it a little hard for him. Could anything else go wrong here?!?! LOL! Of course, I am getting upset because I want to feed her and I'm in the middle of this appointment...We were a HOT MESS!

Well, after all was said and done, my doctor had me go to his office to feed Veronica. He had the nurse bring all the paper work to me instead of me waiting in line, which was so nice. Veronica chugged about 4 oz of formula and we were good to go!

What a morning!! I'm sure Dr. George won't be forgetting us anytime soon! :)


Here's a picture of Veronica in calmer times! She looks so innocent but trust me, she is not! This girl knows how to work the system! :P