I had hoped that Olivia would sleep right through my post partum check up today, but I knew it was a long shot –- she was due to feed at the exact time of my appointment.
And so of course, right as I push her stroller into the exam room, the alarm clock in her tummy goes off and she starts to howl.
“No problem,” I calculate, “I can quickly nurse her before the doctor comes in.” I scoop her up and she has a nice long drink. “Perfect timing Olivia, we can make this work,” and I set her down in her car seat and quickly undress. I lose my optimism though when I see the paper sheet waiting for me. No gown today -– this is a waist down situation.
I pull Olivia’s stroller up next to the table, sit down and cover myself up. Gently pushing the stroller back and forth, I wait. And I wait. No doctor. Baby crying.
I look down at the paper sheet and then at the closed door. The doctor is sure to come in now! I hop off the table, wrap the paper sheet around my waist like a towel after a shower and pick up Olivia. Standing very still, I nurse her and hope the paper skirt holds. But then I smell trouble and feel my hand getting wet. “Good grief,” I moan as I check Olivia -– her poop had shot right up her back and soaked her sleeper.
I grab the diaper bag, put Olivia on the table, refasten my paper skirt and get to work cleaning and changing Olivia. The doctor comes in during the operation, and I gush my apologies as I quickly finish the change, plop her in her car seat and jump back up on the table to get this appointment finished.
After I dress and we leave the exam room, I stop to quickly finish Olivia’s feed in the waiting room. But, just as I see the end of this afternoon in sight, I smell the familiar scent and lift up Olivia to discover another poop-soaked sleeper!
I always keep two outfits in Olivia’s diaper bag for just such an emergency, but as I reach into the bag to get the second sleeper, I discover what I had thought was a sleeper when I had checked the bag before I left the house was actually a pink onesie. “Well at least we have a onesie Olivia!”
Thankful that our November weather doesn’t currently include snow, I dress Olivia in the onesie, her hat, some socks and two blankets and finally retreat to the comfort of my own home — stocked full of clean sleepers.