Sometimes I can be pretty clueless. Like yesterday when I went to have an emergency sonogram and I brought my toddler along. (Don’t worry, don’t worry, everything is A-OK with my bun in the oven — it was simply a case of hypochondria on my part. I mistook a little round ligament pain for something being wrong with ‘Lil Turkey Pfarr.)
Anywho, I didn’t even give it a second thought when I brought Ollie into the X-ray check-in and announced to the front desk that I had a sonogram scheduled. She looked at me like I had a penis taped my forehead and was said, “Uh, ma’am, you can’t bring a baby in there. Do you have someone to watch your son?” and I was like, “What?! Well, no, I don’t have anyone to watch him. Can’t he just come too?” Of course, she explained in very deliberate language (because I think she thought I was slow), that due to the fact that they have vials of chemicals and belly jelly on the walls that it wasn’t a place for babies. However, because my sonogram was “stat” (to which I dumbly said, “What’s that mean?” Doh) I couldn’t leave the hospital without having it done.
Consequently, they set me up with a babysitter named Kay, who technically isn’t a babysitter at all, but rather a nice lady from Guest Services, who agreed to watch Ollie while I had my belly examined. So I got to see my Turkey (whose new nickname may just be Mini Skeletor Alien) bopping around in my uterus in peace. I didn’t have to worry about Ollie eating the internal sonogram wand or ripping out the cord to expensive lab equipment. The whole experience was extremely relaxing, all thanks to Kay, my impromptu sitter that I didn’t even have to pay!