Today I had my hips scanned. Of course I took mammy with me (somebody had to push my terribly heavy pram:)). I received an invitation from our hospital for 12:15pm but we left home much earlier. Mammy was not sure where the scan is.
At first I thought it was not necessary to go so early but at the end I had to admit mammy really knew what she was doing. Thanks to the “perfect” maps in the areal of the hospital I took a sightseeing tour. This tour had only one fault – I didn’t get to see much, because the view was partly blocked with plastic cover mammy uses over the pram when it rains.
When we finally arrived, there had already been quite a lot of people waiting and many other came after us. In a minute or two a nurse came and requested “orthopedical enclosure” (to wit a sheet of paper with results from the first hip scan from maternity hospital). Well, I do not have to stress there was not a word about it in the invitation, right? But luckily my mom always takes all papers with her so contrary to some of the other mothers she didn’t have to argue with the nurse.
On the way to the hospital, mom was thinking that I had not made anything to her for at least two days. She was naive enough to share her thoughts with me so I said to myself I should please her. She realized she should rather be silent in a moment when she took me out of the pram in the hospital and started to “unpack” me from the overalls in which I look like an astronaut.
She could feel some wet maps under my right shoulder and started to make wry faces. I can proudly say I am really skillful and when I try hard I can wet myself even through pampers. Well on the other hand I have to admit she took it quite well. She smashed through the crowds to the changing tables and took out not only dry diaper but also dry clothes.
That surprised me a little but I am not one of those who give up too easily. When she started to change me the diaper I focused my attention on my bladder. To confuse her, I made innocent smile on my face. Mother is now much more vigilant and does not leave me without a diaper for a second so I had to use a little trick. I violently shot up my legs and immediately put them back and started to move. For a split second the space opened and I hit the target with well aimed shot. This way I got rid of the dry shirt and jumper which mom wanted to put on me, poor thing. Her sour face turned in sort of desperate; and I think a little sad too.
At that moment a nurse called us in. She said to leave me just in shirt and diaper. Mammy quickly put me on the dry diaper and put me into jumper without shirt. The doctor checked my hips and after the half hour waiting we were out in two minutes.
Only after this I realized that I overshot a little. Mom left me in the wet jumper and all she did was she put a piece of cloth which she uses to wipe my wet mouth under the wet area of my jumper. It stopped to chill me but I wasn’t much comfortable. This made me a bit angry and I definitely had to express my opinion so I spited up the dummy and started to cry. Mom put me into the overalls and we left for home. I managed to get rid of the spare dummy too so we were quite a merry and loud fleet.
Well, when I take a think I have to admit it was a Pyrrhic victory. On the other side I still spared her. Next to my pram there was a guy parked who sweetened it to his mother much better (you could smell him all over the hall – ugh!). This I left for home :)
At first I thought it was not necessary to go so early but at the end I had to admit mammy really knew what she was doing. Thanks to the “perfect” maps in the areal of the hospital I took a sightseeing tour. This tour had only one fault – I didn’t get to see much, because the view was partly blocked with plastic cover mammy uses over the pram when it rains.
When we finally arrived, there had already been quite a lot of people waiting and many other came after us. In a minute or two a nurse came and requested “orthopedical enclosure” (to wit a sheet of paper with results from the first hip scan from maternity hospital). Well, I do not have to stress there was not a word about it in the invitation, right? But luckily my mom always takes all papers with her so contrary to some of the other mothers she didn’t have to argue with the nurse.
On the way to the hospital, mom was thinking that I had not made anything to her for at least two days. She was naive enough to share her thoughts with me so I said to myself I should please her. She realized she should rather be silent in a moment when she took me out of the pram in the hospital and started to “unpack” me from the overalls in which I look like an astronaut.
She could feel some wet maps under my right shoulder and started to make wry faces. I can proudly say I am really skillful and when I try hard I can wet myself even through pampers. Well on the other hand I have to admit she took it quite well. She smashed through the crowds to the changing tables and took out not only dry diaper but also dry clothes.
That surprised me a little but I am not one of those who give up too easily. When she started to change me the diaper I focused my attention on my bladder. To confuse her, I made innocent smile on my face. Mother is now much more vigilant and does not leave me without a diaper for a second so I had to use a little trick. I violently shot up my legs and immediately put them back and started to move. For a split second the space opened and I hit the target with well aimed shot. This way I got rid of the dry shirt and jumper which mom wanted to put on me, poor thing. Her sour face turned in sort of desperate; and I think a little sad too.
At that moment a nurse called us in. She said to leave me just in shirt and diaper. Mammy quickly put me on the dry diaper and put me into jumper without shirt. The doctor checked my hips and after the half hour waiting we were out in two minutes.
Only after this I realized that I overshot a little. Mom left me in the wet jumper and all she did was she put a piece of cloth which she uses to wipe my wet mouth under the wet area of my jumper. It stopped to chill me but I wasn’t much comfortable. This made me a bit angry and I definitely had to express my opinion so I spited up the dummy and started to cry. Mom put me into the overalls and we left for home. I managed to get rid of the spare dummy too so we were quite a merry and loud fleet.
Well, when I take a think I have to admit it was a Pyrrhic victory. On the other side I still spared her. Next to my pram there was a guy parked who sweetened it to his mother much better (you could smell him all over the hall – ugh!). This I left for home :)
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