Button, Button Who has the Button?
Happy Monday to me.
We headed out bright and early so that we could sit in traffic for an hour and a half to get to the GI Doc on time.
Who made a 9 AM appointment to be in Atlanta anyway?
Oh, yeah. That would have been me.
Celia had her tummy food (a.k.a g-tube formula feed) on the road, and luckily formeSofia, I totally forgot to grab her breakfast on the way out.
Oh darn.
I guess we HAD to stop at Starbucks forcoffee ahem, breakfast for her.
About 40 minutes into our stop and go, Celia's pump started beeping that she was done with her feed.
Not being able to shut it off whilesipping coffee driving, I let it beep away.
We got to the GI with a few short minutes to spare, and as I got her out of her seat, I noticed something vaguely familiar dangling from her carseat.
Oh yes, I remember what that is.... it's Her ENTIRE button.
Luckily for ALL OF US, we were headed into the GI, so I was relatively calm as Iran, I mean,walked into the office building.
Waving her button at the receptionist as my S.O.S, she rushed me back to a room.
(Not before collecting my $35 co-pay however.)
The doctor strolled in, and tried to get that darn button back in to no avail.
She ran out to get a firm rubber tube and just to show HOW FAST that hole can close, her shirt was perfectly dry (AFTER AN HOUR LONG FEED, and WITH A GAPING HOLE)
Just as soon as she forced that tube in, Celia's entire breakfast came spewing out.
All over the table.
All over Celia's hair.
Arms.
Legs.
Diaper.
Shoes.
All over Mom's shirt.
Pants.
Arms.
And surprisingly Mom's hair too.
And just in case you are wondering what that smells like, I have one word:
VOMIT.
Ain't that just yummy to bathe in bright and early on a Monday morning?!?
We finally got paper towels over the opening, and my poor baby calmed down and the kind Dr gave her a few minutes to rest before trying again.
The words "radiology" and "hospital" may or may not have been used.
I frantically tried to wash Celia and myself with baby wipes in hopes of masking the smell until we got to the car.
Finally, after trying two more times, she got that buggar in.
And I have no idea what happened after that.
Adrenaline shut off like a light, and all I wanted was a hot shower and a nap.
HA!
Soooo, how was your Monday??
I sure hope it was better than mine.
We headed out bright and early so that we could sit in traffic for an hour and a half to get to the GI Doc on time.
Who made a 9 AM appointment to be in Atlanta anyway?
Oh, yeah. That would have been me.
Celia had her tummy food (a.k.a g-tube formula feed) on the road, and luckily for
Oh darn.
I guess we HAD to stop at Starbucks for
About 40 minutes into our stop and go, Celia's pump started beeping that she was done with her feed.
Not being able to shut it off while
We got to the GI with a few short minutes to spare, and as I got her out of her seat, I noticed something vaguely familiar dangling from her carseat.
Oh yes, I remember what that is.... it's Her ENTIRE button.
Luckily for ALL OF US, we were headed into the GI, so I was relatively calm as I
Waving her button at the receptionist as my S.O.S, she rushed me back to a room.
(Not before collecting my $35 co-pay however.)
The doctor strolled in, and tried to get that darn button back in to no avail.
She ran out to get a firm rubber tube and just to show HOW FAST that hole can close, her shirt was perfectly dry (AFTER AN HOUR LONG FEED, and WITH A GAPING HOLE)
Just as soon as she forced that tube in, Celia's entire breakfast came spewing out.
All over the table.
All over Celia's hair.
Arms.
Legs.
Diaper.
Shoes.
All over Mom's shirt.
Pants.
Arms.
And surprisingly Mom's hair too.
And just in case you are wondering what that smells like, I have one word:
VOMIT.
Ain't that just yummy to bathe in bright and early on a Monday morning?!?
We finally got paper towels over the opening, and my poor baby calmed down and the kind Dr gave her a few minutes to rest before trying again.
The words "radiology" and "hospital" may or may not have been used.
I frantically tried to wash Celia and myself with baby wipes in hopes of masking the smell until we got to the car.
Finally, after trying two more times, she got that buggar in.
And I have no idea what happened after that.
Adrenaline shut off like a light, and all I wanted was a hot shower and a nap.
HA!
Soooo, how was your Monday??
I sure hope it was better than mine.
You have such a gift for making me laugh even in the telling of a very exhausting and stressful day. Your joy, no doubt, comes from the Lord. And it is a gift to us all. I hope today {Tuesday} is a tad bit better...praying so!
ReplyDeleteJeepers! Yes, your Monday was harder than mine for sure!!! I guess you need to always have a spare pair of clothes for everyone, at all times, in the car, and a washcloth, soap and towel so you can do a sink bath, too!
ReplyDeleteYou poor thing! It's so awful we just have to laugh.
Oh darlin. I'm so sorry. (quietly gagging) But I'm glad she was able to get it in.
ReplyDeleteI had to laugh, as being a nurse, I have had my fair share of stuff on me, including feedings, it does stink.
ReplyDeletePraise the Lord that you were on your way to the GI Dr and not on the road in the middle of nowhere. He is in control and is watching over us all the time. We seen to be learning that more and more everyday.. can we say Andrew being home with Jimmy when he fell?
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