Friday, May 20, 2011
On toddlers, little old ladies and Rapture.
This morning we had an appointment at the GP for babygirl's six month vaccinations, and to try and get a referral for our toddler boy. The waiting room had the compulsory (probably not clean and sick kids have been playing with them ick) toys so the boy was happy, until we were called in to see the doctor.
Now I get why being asked to leave a pile of toys and go sit in a small room isn't fun, and he reacted appropriately by getting pretty cranky at me. Good two-year-old fun, but he recovered quickly. Until the doctor pulled out the ear thermometer to check the baby's temperature. Even though the doctor was on the other side of the room and I was telling him over and over it wasn't for him, he lost his everloving mind. He stood in the corner screaming, then progressed to head banging, and finally came to me and curled up on my lap sobbing. It broke my heart to see him so incredibly distressed. Especially since I've been seeing him like that increasingly often, and with greater intensity each time.
Anyway we got the baby sorted (bless her little heart, she barely flinched at the needles and was all smiles again within minutes) and the GP asks me if toddler boy's behaviour was worrying to me. Um, yes? That's why he has an appointment too? In that sense I guess it was well timed as the doctor saw for himself the way T-booger zones out and seems incapable of reacting to me or anyone else until he snaps out of it. He also saw that I was exhausted and asked if he sleeps well. No he does not, he wakes hourly at the moment and has done for a few weeks at least, and these meltdowns happen every few days or more. We. Are. Tired.
Referral sorted with mimimal fuss (from me). Goodo.
So we wander into the treatment room for baby's oral vax, and there's a little old lady sitting in there also. She watched on as toddler boy played with the toys in there and babygirl had a feed and a cuddle before we left.
She left the surgery at the same time as we did, and said to me "Your children are lovely, you're a great Mum."
It was so lovely to hear. Clearly she'd missed the meltdown, and no I didn't point out that if my big two were with me as well she may have been of another opinion altogether.
So, off we went to the shopping centre, me filled with the little old lady love. And behold, another little old lady stopped me! As I was waiting for her to tell me my baby is gorgeous or similar, she pressed a card into my hand and said "Please put this in your pocket. It's not too late for you."
She wandered on her merry way, a pleased smile on her face. Meanwhile, should it not be believe IN the Lord Jesus?
Truly, I had no idea what the Rapture even was until yesterday. Today I've had a no doubt beautifully intentioned old woman want to help save me. Admittedly I found it fairly hilarious at the time, but hey if she is right about the timing then she'll be having the last laugh.
And totally aside from that, should the Rapture occur tomorrow I've had a pretty fabulous life filled with pretty fabulous people. I've been blessed with the most beautiful children imaginable. You couldn't ask much more.
Although I'll be cursing that I ordered a new washer and dryer today, we totally could've gone out for a very posh dinner tonight instead ;)