Naturally...

We had our ENT appointment this morning.  We got there early and lucky for Momma, there was a Starbucks in the lobby.  So Doodle made her first visit to Starbucks and proceeded to scratch their lovely leather club chair with her fingernails.  It looked like a cat had attacked that chair.  I felt so bad... it was a soft, beautiful leather.  Oh well... that's what they get for letting yahoos in.

We made our way up to the 3rd floor and arrived 30 minutes early with all of our paperwork in hand, already filled out (typed cause I'm anal that way).  There was only one pair of chairs open, so I plopped her in a chair and sat next to her to enjoy my Venti Nonfat Caramel Macchiato.

It was 15 minutes before they called us up there to take our paperwork.  So they took all our info, 14 forms of identification, insurance card and payment.  It was another 10 minutes before she called me back up there to take all my cards back.

Did I mention it was HOT in the waiting room?  Doodle was sweating.  I took off as many of her layers as I could.  I know better, but only had on a tank top under my sweater, therefor, all my layers stayed in place.

Another 45+ minutes rolls by before we are called back into the room.  By this time, Doodle is tired, hot, hungry and sporting a full diaper (at least I suspected that one).  I didn't come prepared with a full diaper bag because I figured we'd be in and out.

Universe - 1, Momma - 0.

We are FINALLY called back and don't have to wait very long for the doc.  I tell him a brief history of the last 6 weeks and why we are there.  He looks deep in her ears, up her nose and in her throat (gotta make sure we cover all bases of the E-N-T).  Then he says that her ears are fine now (of course they are).  She is a borderline case of needing tubes.  He says that right now, structurally she could go either way.

So our course of action is to do nothing for now.  Next time she gets sick, we'll re-evaluate but at least now we are established patients and can get in same day if we need to (provided we don't mind waiting forever, of course).

And with that 10 minute (max) consultation, we were on our way.  I rolled into school with a tired, hungry, dirty-diapered baby... at least I apologized for dropping her off that way.