Another long weekend is done, which means another of Stinkerbelle’s checkups at the doctor is done. It seems that all our doctor’s appointments have been directly following a long weekend. I think that’s because nobody takes a day off after a long weekend to go to the doctor, so there are always timeslots free first thing in the morning — which is the best time for most kids.
Today we went in and there were no patients waiting. Now, Stinkerbelle’s doctor is very, very busy (and also awesome) so there is always a lineup or a waiting room full of patients. So it was very unusual for there to be an empty waiting room. We were followed in by another couple with a tiny wee baby, and I think they were happy for the lack of lineup as well. And we were ushered straight into an exam room.
Now, as we walked down the hall, we heard children in the other exam rooms. It must have been full up with kids today. We got settled in our exam room and stripped That Baby down to her diaper, and began to wait.
And as we waited, we heard doors opening and closing, and various voices conversing. And then it began.
A plaintive cry went up from one of the exam rooms. It was a baby, crying. Probably a wee one, from the sound of the voice, probably under a year.
Stinkerbelle looked at us. “Baby”, she signed. Yes, we told her, there’s a baby in there. She cocked her head a listened a little, but then she went back to her regularly scheduled faffing.
She was getting bored, and we were getting hot and a bit frustrated trying to keep her busy. More sounds of doors opening and closing and conversations out in the office somewhere filtered in to where we sat. And then we heard another cry from somewhere in anther room. Another child, this one older, began crying for all he was worth. I mean, this child was UN-HAPPY. Sobbing and wailing ensued.
Stinkerbelle looked around again. “Baby,” she signed again.
More doors. More talking. This time, a very tiny baby crying.
“Baby,” signed Stinkerbelle. “Baby, baby, baby.” And we said yes, that’s another baby. It’s a sad baby.
She suddenly began to get squirmy and peevish. “All done,” she signed. She had had enough of being there. Whether it was boredom or the sounds of babies crying, I don’t know.
Just then, the very harried-looking nurse came through the door. She looked just a little upset — just a little. We remarked on how there seemed to be a lot of babies there today. She agreed, they had a lot of babies in today. And none of them were very happy with her right now.
You see, the nurse gives all the shots. And she loves babies, absolutely adores them — so it is hard for her on days like this where every baby sees her as the bad guy.
But she absolutely ADORES Stinkerbelle, and fusses on her and loves her every time she comes in. This time, however, That Baby would NOT be won over. She was NOT going to be happy, dammit. She was NOT going to cooperate.
Well, okay. So the nurse was only going to measure and weigh her. Okay then. She deigned to smile for her public.
The doctor came in and we did a checkup, and he checked on a little problem Stinkerbelle was having on her leg, and pronounced her fit and fine. She’s absolutely perfect, he said, and showed us the growth chart. While she was teeny tiny and well behind for awhile in height and weight, she took off and sprouted and at 22.5 pounds and 31 inches, is now absolutely bang on — a little under 50% for weight and a little over for height. Right where she should be. And her walking and talking will likely do the same. She’s not walking on her own yet, or making fully formed words yet, but true to form, she will just decide to do it one of these days, all on her own thankyouverymuch, and then there will be no stopping her. She does things when she is good and ready and not a SECOND before. It’s that stubborn chin coming into play again, I know it.
But all the while we were talking about these things, That Baby was getting more and more peevish. So, when the time came to check in her ears, she was NOT. HAPPY.Â And she let the doctor know it.
And then the doctor left, and the nurse came back.
Before Daddy had even gotten her into The Hold, Stinkerbelle began to cry, adding her voices to the other crying babies in the other rooms. When the first needle went in, she began to sob. Big, unhappy tears. But when Daddy turned her around and the second shot went into her other arm…
The crying became a wail. An angry, full-on, “I-will-kill-you-with-my-own-two-little-hands” kind of howl.
That Baby? Was PISSED.
I managed to get BDH to release his grip on the Angry Baby, who was by this time leading the Angry Baby Doctor’s Office Tabernacle Choir of Crying, and picked her up. I KNEW what this sound meant. I didn’t cuddle her. I didn’t comfort her.
I took her to the mirror and showed her That Baby. Because there is nothing That Baby likes more than to look at That Baby.
She brightened up directly.
As we got our stuff together and headed back down the hall to leave the doctor’s office, we could hear the wails beginning from the other babies in the place. Other babies were having a Very Bad Day.
Not as bad as the nurse, I am guessing, who I bet was beginning to feel like she was stuck in a bit of a horror flick, “The House of Crying Babies”, all morning.