Hannah began dancing and said she needed to go potty. Matt thought he smelled something foul under Toby's overalls. He took the two of them to find a restroom. I tried to fill out paperwork on all four kids, but Emma began yelling, "I wan go PAH-EE! I have pee in my bah-um!" She repeated that phrase a few dozen more times while I finished the paperwork. Then came the 45 minute registration process. The doctor's orders didn't match the tests in their system, a supervisor offered no help, and a phone call was placed to the doctor's office. I kept peeking over my shoulder through the glass booth to Matt, struggling to contain kids in the waiting room. He shot me a "what the heck is taking so long?" look. I shot back "sorry, this really isn't my fault, I'd help you if I could."
When they finally called us back to a room, the kids had wandered into a lobby between two sets of automatic-opening sliding glass doors. Matt called for the kids to come. The girls came. Toby grinned a devilish grin and ran the other way. The glass doors to the outside slid open, Toby hesitated and they closed again, smashing his left hand. Matt jumped to the door and sacrificed one of his own fingers to pry it open again. Toby was left with a red welt and a small bruise, but no real damage. He did not consider the ice pack that they offered him to be helpful in the least.
Naomi set a brave example as the phlebotomist drew her blood--no crying, no complaining, just a couple sneaky tears that were hard to hold back. Hannah and Emma were not to be outdone in bravery, and they felt proud as they collected their stickers and their praise. Toby struggled against Daddy's grasp as soon as the ladies came near him. He screamed, he writhed, snot poured out of his nose, and he eventually succeeded in pulling the needle out of the vain with a dramatic little spatter of blood. Unfortunately this only earned him a stick in the other arm as well. This time I swaddled him tightly, and three of us pinned him down. Even so, we could barely hold his arm still enough. The phlebotomist took a stab at the wriggling vein and happened to hit it right. The assistant's eyes showed how impressed she was with Toby. "He's stronger than the three of us combined!" she said in all seriousness.
|See the welt on his left wrist|