Jack happily slept through the 45 minutes at the doctor's waiting room. Things changed when we moved to her examination room.To get an accurate weight, the nurse asked us to change Jack's diaper. We began this process, prompting Jack to decide to urinate with the force of a popped fire hydrant. The urine arched back, towards his head, hit Patty and me, soaked his new outfit while obliterating the paper on the exam table. Jack's urine soaked lip began to tremble as we scrambled to clean up the mess.
We finally got things under control before the doctor made it to the back room. Jack was feeling at ease, as evidenced by his repeatedly passing gas - not once, but about a dozen times. They sounded wet, and a quick check confirmed he'd defacated in his new diaper.
The exam went well. Completely healthy, 95th percentile for height, 75th for weight, 50th for head size, and 100th for urination pressure.
You know, they have these things called peepee teepees that you can put on your kid's junk while you're changing him if he's the "oops, it's cold and now I'm going to pee" kind of guy.
ReplyDeleteAnd, if you can't fart in the doctor's office, where CAN you fart? That would narrow it down to just the Metro for me.
I really like Jack's "talk to the hand" pose. Its like he's already up on the trends from 5-7 years prior to his birth.
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