Sometimes I'm not sure God picked the right person for this job. Yesterday I did the dumbest thing. I was in such a tizzy trying to get both girls ready to take Maggie to the doctor that when switching the portable oxygen tanks I forgot to turn on the new one. And I didn't know it until the nurse was checking her oxygen levels and it was way down. I kept insisting that normally she's been doing so great on her new lower settings but the nurse was not convinced. It was only when she left the room to fetch the doctor that I realized I hadn't used the plastic key to turn the lever once I hooked the new tank on- which is the step that makes the oxygen flow. Doh! Poor Maggie had been without oxygen since before we left the house.
I went running out to find the nurse, who thankfully had one of those darn plastic key and we turned it on. I babbled onto her about how this was my first time taking both of the girls out at the same time, and in all the commotion of leaving the house that crucial step must have slipped my mind. I was hoping for a "don't worry, parents do this all the time,' but it didn't come. Oh well. She probably thinks I am quite incompetent to be caring for such a fragile baby.
Nonetheless I was frazzled when the doctor stepped in to examine Maggie. I was trying to concentrate on his thoughts about Maggie when Mary Lawrence starts screaming behind me, "mama, poo poo, poo poo!". I turned around to see that she had wet her pants (why did I pick this week to get serious about potty training?) and she was not happy about it. In fact, she was screaming in her signature high pitch scream and fell on the floor in utter despair. Thankfully Maggie's sweet doctor kindly offered to stay with Maggie while I rushed to find the bathroom and get Mary Lawrence cleaned up. I scrambled through my diaper bag looking for the extra underwear and pants I threw in at the last minute in case of an emergency just like this, but of course I couldn't find them (they fell out in the car) so poor thing had to put her wet pants back on which made this nap-deprived toddler even unhappier. And who could blame her? Poor thing I dragged her out of the house during her nap time and made her stand in the waiting room for 30 minutes (all the chairs were taken) then wait in the patient room for another 15 minutes. She had all she could take!
So after taking care of business in the bathroom, we rushed back to the room and found the doctor cradling Maggie in his arms and talking to her sweetly - something you often don't see doctors get to do cause they are always rushing around. So I took a deep breath and we started over. Thankfully Mary Lawrence was so good for the remainder of the visit and then later as we did some pharmacy hopping trying to find this certain prescription. I think we have Maggie's prescriptions spread across three pharmacies now. Talk about convenience!
Anyways, Maggie's doing well. Thankfully my incompetence yesterday didn't do any long term damage. She six pounds, ten ounces now so that's good! He wants me to wean her down a little more off her oxygen. And he is going to let her go sleep more at night so last night we didn't wake her up and she slept from 11:30 - 5. Well done Maggie!