They get into everything. They are interested in everything. They ask for approximately 2938298 things before you get the right thing and even then it doesn't always satisfy their deepest little toddler cravings and desires.
It's cute, really. And partially annoying. And so....toddlerhood, as cliche as that is.
It's a little less cute when she's doing these things while I'm trying to wrangle her at my OB appointment yesterday.
Luckily we didn't have to wait for long to be called back. However, for the five minutes we waited I felt like a monkey in a cage. The ladies behind the glass office ooh'ed and ahh'ed over the cuteness of Emeline, literally, staring for the entire.five.minutes at her. I shouldn't have put her hair in piggy tails. Piggy tails make everyone swoon. Even me. Then, Eme saw the anti-bacterial hand pump and bee-lined for it. Repeating over & over & over again, I keen! I keen! until I let her 'wash her hands'. No big deal, at all. Until she escorted herself over there to pump the the stupid thing herself, for the fifth time. Talk about a mess. I juggle.
Thankfully the nurse called my name at the exact right time.
I didn't have any clue how difficult it would be to pee in a cup, in a small bathroom, with my daughter there watching me talking about momma pee-pee, shoving the iPhone in my face because she can't find the app that she deleted minutes before, all while whining as if the world is ending because the!app!is!gone! It took everything in my power not to accidentally spill my hot, fresh, urine on her, while trying to pull up my pants, re-download the app, and shushing her at the same time. I juggle.
And then? It's time to be weighed. For the first time ever they let me pee first. Thank you, I lost a pound. Okay. At least half a pound. But when Eme saw me stand on that scale? SHE WANTED TO STAND ON THE SCALE, TOO! While teetering on the scale I tried to distract her with my phone again, all while probably annoying the nurse because it was hard to get an accurate reading while I'm bent over uploading Elmo videos from YouTube, that the nurse out front had just recommended to me. Your head spinning yet? Mine was. I juggle.
Two coats, purse & hot, fresh pee cup in hand...Emeline trailing behind me, about to run into walls, so distracted from that dang phone. Whatever. I'm done feeling bad about it. I'm coping at this point. The nurse escorts us to a room that she assures me IS NOT GOING TO BE MY ROOM for the appointment today, that she had to prep a real room for me. It's a good thing because that particular bed looked like some kind of torture device used in the olden days and there was no way in hay'ull I was getting on that thing. But, great. Another move once I get all comfortable & situated with my
We finally ended up at our resting place. A normal room. One with the cool fish tiles on the ceilings so women can feel "distracted" while doctors go up their hoo-ha with uncomfortable tools (OB & GYN is all one place :) ) while discussing the latest recipe they found on Pinterest. Anyone else find that really awkward? No? Anyway. I digress.
The nurse then says those words I was hoping to God I wouldn't hear. The Doctor could be an extra few minutes today...so, sit on the chair and not the bed until she gets here. Code for: You're going to be waiting forever. Cue internal freak-out. Noooooooooooooooooooooo.
She sat on my lap. We played game 1 until she was disinterested. We stared up at the fishies on the ceiling tiles and began to count them. We sang fishy songs from swim class. We did hand motions. She asked for a snack. I did the snack/sippy cup dance. She didn't want what I brought along, of course. We went onto game 2. I tried to download a new game. We watched 3948309 random clips of Dora related stuff on YouTube. Let me just say....people upload weird ish. She got off my lap, she pulled down the doctors measuring tape, she wore it as a 'necklace' and danced around the room. I tried downloading new apps. I got error messages galore because I am out of space on my phone. I deleted other important apps to make room for stuff for her. Because momma's do stuff like that. Now I don't have a pregnancy app to keep me straight so if you ask me how far along I am and I don't know? You know why.
Finally. She arrived. I sat Eme on the chair by herself as I sat up on the table/bed/torture device. The second I laid back and pulled my stretchy band down so she could get the doppler out?
EMELINE FREAKED OUT.
I didn't expect this at all from her. I had no idea the poor kid would think the doctor was hurting me by putting that thing on my belly. But, sure enough, big-huge-crocodile-tears and a sheer look of panic overtook my little girl as the doctor said "Oh honey, I'm not hurting your mommy!"
Once that special little swooshing sound of her little baby sibling came up loud and clear on the doppler? She put her little hands over her mouth & did her little gasp/giggle combo with tears still running down her face. As if she knew she was listening to something really cool and special.
I will remember that little sweet moment forever. I hope.
Despite what felt like complete and utter chaos of that appointment. Despite the juggling act of sippie cup/snack/game/sing-your-abc's/let's dance!/don't cry/shhhhh!/and all the redirection in between. It was really special.
I'm glad for that little moment. And so glad for naptime that followed.