Yesterday we had a two month checkup scheduled for Gabe. I was on the ball and determined to be on time. We were all showered- including myself! Cameron had one shoe on but I knew we could find the other one before it was time to go... Or maybe just a different pair. We were all fed. I had make up on and my hair was brushed. I was working on changing Gabe's diaper and thinking how thankful I was that he had an explosive poop at home instead of in the car seat or on my lap in the dr's office. And then it happened. Cameron started gagging. I stopped mid-diaper change to ask him if he was ok. He threw up all over his feet. I went back to Gabe in the pack n play and discovered that I hadn't wiped all the poop off his back. So now my clean baby was smeared with yellow poo- and so was his outfit and the pack n play. I started to wipe up this mess when Cameron started gagging again. This time he threw up on the living room rug. I ran over to him to try steer him back to the wood floor instead of the rug. I asked if he felt better and he said yes. Back to the baby- who is screaming. He's finally clean with a fresh diaper and outfit. I still have 10 minutes to get out the door. Cameron threw up again- this time in the kitchen. I realize I'm not going to win this fight and call the clinic. Gabe is still screaming. A strange truck has pulled into my driveway so my dog is barking- not normal barking, but "my family is in danger" barking. I'm sweating like a beast. The receptionist rescheduled our appointment. She didn't even laugh at me. I got Cameron cleaned up. I washed up his mess. I sat down to feed Gabe again and realized then that I hadn't changed my shirt like I had been planning to and was still wearing a very unattractive pajama shirt. So thank goodness for life's little blessings. If all of this wouldn't have happened, I would've went to the appointment wearing pajamas.
