Gotta love going to the Dr

There are times in life when you just have to laugh.   Today I found myself in one of those situations.  I had to go to my OB for a visit, I had to do my glucose challenge today and get blood drawn.  I had scheduled the apt for in the morning because I knew we had plans in the evening, so I didn't think anything about it.  Last night I started worrying about Jake watching me have my blood drawn, I didn't want to traumatize him.  I don't mind getting my blood drawn, but trust me working at Children's, has shown me that there are plenty of kids out there who freak when something is done to anyone.  Ok...so I get to the office, I have to take Jake with me to leave my urine sample.  Of course he wants to drink it..so I have to bat him away while trying to finish and get my self out of there before he gets his hands on the cup.  Good news, we are called right away, I mean less than a min later.  I sit down to get my blood drawn all worried about Jake, he does great!  All he was worried about was "what was that?....are  you getting a band-aid?...why do you need a band-aid?  He didn't even know what happened.  Man this is going so much better than I thought.  Well, we get into the room, and of course they tell me that the Dr wants to examine me!!!!!  Oh, man was I not prepared for that.  I have to sit in the room with my little drape over my lower half waiting for the Dr to come see me.  Keep in mind Jake has taken over the exam room with his toys, so I now have to just sit and watch the destruction.  I am not getting down...no matter what.  No sooner than we had been in there the door opens and I'm thinking  "this is going to be the fastest visit ever"  but the nurse tells me my Dr had to run across the street to deliver a baby....WHAT?????  Ok, so I am stuck pant less, with only a cover over my lower half in a 6x6 room with my 3 year old????  Yeah, and I was worried about the blood draw?  Ok, Jake now consistently asks me why my pants are off, and when are we leaving.  His energy is speeding up, and so is my anxiety level.  My mommy thinking springs into action.  I grab a parent magazine and have Jake sit on my sheet covered lap to do a homemade seek and find.  Whew quick thinking, that blew about 25 min or so.  The nurse comes in to see if another Dr can examine me...Heck yes, lets get this going.  We waited 5 more min and she came back...that Dr got called on an emergency C-section.  At this point I am laughing at the situation.  We had to wait about 15 more min before my Dr came in.  Now the dreaded exam...with my 3 yr old son in the room. I was fortunate that the Dr had a student with him.  Jake was almost too busy telling her his name and that mommy had  baby named Devon in her tummy to notice what I was doing.  But he did notice....he looked up and had this confused/traumatized look on his face....I now have a fund for future therapy for him.  Any donations will be gladly accepted...poor kid, will never want to go to the Dr again!!!