Once I made the appointment, almost every day leading up to it I got reminders from the office. In all, three texts and three phone calls. It felt like overkill, so I might have walked in a little annoyed right off the bat. After over 30 minutes of sitting in the waiting room, Joon came up with a pained look on his face. "Mom...my diaper. Oh no, diaper..." These days he'll go a couple hours in between diaper changes, so I hadn't packed anything for it since we weren't planning on being out of the house that long. Crap. Literally.
"Hey, I'm so sorry, but I think we're going to need to reschedule and come back. My son's got a diaper situation."
"Oh. I think they were just about to call you back."
"It's not really that, he's just...he's got a really messy diaper and I don't have a clean one on me."
"Well, when they do his exam, he'll sit in your lap while the doctor examines him. So it's not really a big deal." Wait...huh?
Just then we were called in. The exam was only 5 minutes long, and he sat in my lap the whole time. It was fast, but by the time it was done, we were both covered in poop. It was soaking through my pant legs, it was all over Joony's shorts, it was...a disgusting mess. I felt horrible. We went back out to the reception desk, they handed me a stack of papers with a $1800 estimate for 2 cavity fillings, and we were on our merry way.
The whole way home Joony cried, I tried not to cry, David texted a joke to cheer me up, I snapped back at him because this isn't funny, it was just my finest hour in parenting ever. Sometimes I really, really wish raising kids looked like the advertisements. It just doesn't, though. Most days it looks like poop all over my pants and my kid whimpering in the backseat and me chanting "I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry, we'll be home soon, I promise!"
So we got home, showered and in clean clothes, cuddled up on the bed to watch 15 minutes of Curious George before nap time, and suddenly I felt a little silly for all of the drama. Because it is silly...but I also think it's okay to be a little dramatic when I'm covered in poop, right? Okay.