They called us into the red room (each room has a color). ‘Oh no,’ I recall, ‘this is the hot room.’ The red room is the room of the office that is always hot for some reason. Not a big deal, I’m sure you’re thinking, that is, of course, unless you’re slinging a baby, chasing a twenty-one month old, hormonal, and taking an herbal supplement that makes you hot all the time and makes your sweat smell like maple syrup.
So we waited in the red room for what seemed like forever for the doctor to see us. During that time, Samuel tried to find as much trouble as he could get into. He discovered that he could climb onto the chairs to turn the lights on and off and try to pull the signs off the wall. While I was nursing Levi, he tried to sneak up to the sink to play in the water. Later, I smell an all-familiar odor: Samuel’s man-poop. It smelled up the whole room. On top of that, they ask that you bag up your diapers and take them with you (understandable since they don’t want their office to smell like poop all day). So I put the man-poop diaper in a bag in my purse to dispose of when I got home.
At some point during the wait, Levi spit up for the 3rd or 4th time. As I was wiping him off, I turned around the see Samuel playing with the soap dispenser at the sink. He was getting soap all over his hands and wiping it all over the counter. Soap was everywhere. Thankfully I caught him right as he was about to squirt it into his mouth.
The doctor (who I really love) FINALLY came in to do the exam. She was almost finished when the secretary came in and said that she has a call. NOOOO! She left for a while to take the call. Meanwhile, Samuel continued to find more trouble. She finally came back and finished the exam, and we were on our way. Samuel made sure to find one more bit of trouble before we left by knocking over the stand for the stickers (that they give kids) on the way out.
Now both boys are sleeping, and I’m able to have a moment to blog about it all. Ahhh…life really is good. I’m sure I’ll look back on all those things and wish I could relive them. My sweet boys…they wear me out.