Finally someone's listening

My little Gala & I headed to the doctor yesterday for her 2year check up. She's a couple months past her 2year bday, but I was late rescheduling this appt. We were also there to do a quick check up on the prolapse.

It started out crazy. While we were waiting for the Doc to come in the room, Gala told me she needed to potty. I asked her to wait & she did. She asked again & this time I knew she was getting serious, but I didn't wanna step out before the Doc had seen us. Right then she peed all over the floor. And as I was saying NOOOOOO, in what felt like slow motion, the Doc popped her head in to ask if it'd be alright if she was 5 more minutes. Sure thing!!! We've got an accident anyway! :)

BAD MOMMY! I should have taken her. My fault. Lucky for me, she was just standing around in her undies anyway. So we just slipped them off, used her shorts for a substitute, rolled the wet undies in napkins then stuffed them into a rubber glove (no need to leave those panties floating freely in my purse) & wiped up the floor w/napkins. I wonder if they have the sinks, napkins & rubber gloves in the rooms for things like this? Yeah, I'm pretty sure they do.....

In came the Doc. We started our conversation out on the prolapse. I unloaded a lot of things I've been meaning to say, things I should have questioned long ago & old things that I had talked about before but kept getting blown off. Long story short, she actually listened & apologized this time around. She set up blood work to check for allergies, just childhood ones for now. We'll go to the bigger ones if these come back negative. She is setting up an appt to see a specialist out of town. And we finally got the go ahead to take her off dairy. THANK YOU, God! We spent a full hour talking with the Doc. It felt really nice to finally know she was hearing me.

Then we headed down to the lab. We were called right in. It was close to 5pm and most everyone had left for the day. The nurse asked if the Doc had explained how they were going to take her blood, which she hadn't. I actually hadn't thought to ask. I was just happy that it was Gala having it done. She's never cried once while having blood taken. I'm sure you know how they do it? They stick the finger & squeeze till they have a little tube filled. Well this time the nurse said they needed a good amount so they'd have to take it from her arm. YIKES! I mean, I have have this done a lot so it's no biggy, but Gala has never had it taken like that & she is no bigger than a mouse cat. She told me she'd have someone to help hold her arm. Oh, THANK YOU! In comes our helper. They asked me to hold the opposite arm, give her a big hug & if I could sing that would probably help tons. Here we go. I grasp her tiny had, put her head against my chest, & start singing.

I love you, you love me
We're a happy family
With a great big hug
& a kiss from me to you
won't you say you love me too

She's screaming & I'm tearing up. So, I start in with

God is bigger than the boogie man
He's bigger than Godzilla
Or the monsters on TV
OH, God is bigger than the boogie man
& he's watching out for you and meeeee

Then it dawns on me. Through her cries she is saying. Mommy my finger. I was so nervous for her that I had clasped her fingers tightly in my palm, at an awkward angle & was squeezing the life out of them. I readjusted & boom, she calmed down & they were done! Nurses 1, Mommy 0.

We left there with 7 stickers & a hot pink bandaid that she was super proud of. We practically skipped to the truck while singing....God is bigger than the boogie man.....Again Mommy again!!!

When we pulled up in front of the house, I hopped her out of the truck. She took off, full speed, toward the house, hollering "Daddy look at my ben day (bandaid)!!" A huge smile took over my face & my nerves eased up. She didn't remember about the needle. She just wanted to show off her stuff! :)