Time Out At The Doctor's Office

He's up on top of the table and I'm in the chair beside him and he's prattling on and on about everything under the sun. I'm smiling because this is obviously his turn to be alone with Mommy--even if it is in the doctor's office.

Oliver points to the picture of an unborn fetus, hanging on the wall and asks why that baby is inside of an ear. He lifts up his shirt and pushes out his belly and tells me there's a baby in there. I've lost track of how many times I've tried to explain that babies grow inside mommies so I just reply, "mm-hmm." He goes on, in detail about his "honey", and so I ask what the baby's name is going to be. He says he will name it when it comes out.

Then, he says, "Mommy, how does that baby grow and is it a big cut in your tummy when it is ready and does God close it back up again?" (since I haven't had any C-Sections, I'm not sure where this idea came from). He proceeds to look quickly around the room and declares that there's no way he can have the baby here! He has to wait until he gets home because if it comes out here, she will get into all sorts of things and mess up the doctor's office.

Next, he wants me to try out the blood pressure cuff on him and he's swinging his boots back and forth and asking why he's not supposed to be lying down on the paper yet and where does the paper come from and can I get down and see it? I'm running out of answers when Dr. Faught comes in, someone else for my boy to probe.

Immediately, Oliver shares that he's four now and that in three sleeps he had his birthday and he woke up and then he was four. The doctor chuckles and says he wishes that would happen to him :) Doctor Faught inquires of Oliver what his problem is today and he yanks up that shirt again, this time to show his rash, not his baby. The doctor leans in and checks his ears as I cringe, thinking back to the last time I cleaned them. As it turns out, his dots (as Oliver calls them) look like something that will pass and we'll just "keep an eye on it". I've always had spotty kids so I'm good with that.

We climb into the van and head home and my son greets his sister with, "My rash is all gone now." He's trusting too, that it will be nothing.

Sometimes I think God cares so much about His little ones that He carves out special time for just them, when they need it... even if it is at the doctor's office.