after dropping dylan off at the neighbors, i was feeling pretty pleased with myself that i was going to be on time for james' well-child exam.
having only one kid meant i could trade the bulky diaper bag for my smaller purse. it was a little warmer today, so i planned to carry him in his sling, forgoing the bulky carseat that i hate lugging around.
with james on my chest and my purse over my shoulder, i felt downright light walking into the doctor's office.
a little too light as it turned out.
i got into the office and began undressing him. the nurse began the barrage of questions that make a mama feel alternately good (yes, he's grasping, yes, he's sleeping in his own bed, yes, he sits up assisted); guity (no, i don't know infant cpr); and a little defensive (of course my husband's rifle is locked.)
then i made an unpleasant discovery:
james' diaper had exploded up his back and through his outfit and blanket, and i'd neglected to bring a change of clothes in the little purse i was so glad to be carrying moments before.
the nurse found a baby hospital gown to wrap james in after his exam. it didn't seem like the warmest thing to wear out of the office, so i had to leave james with her while i ran to get the carseat.
i then strapped my bare-legged, barefoot baby into his carseat wearing nothing but the tie-on gown and a knit apple hat. at least james' carseat had a wooly blanket to zipper around him like a little sleeping bag.
i'm fairly certain i got a big "unprepared" for today's exam.
at least two out of three of my child's basic needs were met today. it would be a fantastic batting average. i wonder if the nurse made a note of that in her question database...
(linked to keeping it real)