In addition to dealing with the flu, Kiddo has some physical and emotional issues that have required my husband and me to get ‘them’ to different medical appointments at least two times per week.
So after seeing two physicians over the course of nine weeks, it was suggested we then see a specialist.
Lucky for us, the five hour drive was close to our second residence, so away we went for a few days.
Making the drive over the mountain pass was rather rough. Not only was it below zero temps, we also got stuck in deep snow twice and did not arrive to the bungalow until early evening.
“I hafta go potty,” Kiddo said.
Though normally we would have proper accommodations for this, our porta potty was buried in two feet of snow.
“Okay,” I smiled, grabbing the next best thing. Then I quietly left the room.
Unbeknownst to me, Kiddo was pooping in the pail.
When I realized what had happened, all I could do was laugh.
My amusement disappeared though when I realized I had no running water to clean the mess.
My husband helped me melt lots of snow so we could rinse out the pail.
Then would you believe, it wasn’t long after Kiddo had to go again!?
At least this time we were smart enough to put a liner in the pail.
The next day we all headed down the mountain and into the city so we could go to the specialist’s office.
“I hafta go to the bathroom,” Kiddo said.
No problem. Since I had a lot of paperwork to fill out, I thought it would be a good idea to let Kiddo go into the bathroom by ‘them’ self.
But after turning in all the forms, Kiddo still had not come out.
Another 2 minutes passed.
I quietly knocked on the door. “Kiddo, you okay?”
I jiggled the knob.
The door was locked.
Several people in the waiting room were now watching me.
“Kiddo,” I quietly begged, “open the door and let me in.”
No such luck.
A minute or so later a nurse began calling Kiddo’s name.
“I’m sorry,” I said, my face turning red. “Any tips on getting a kid to come out of the bathroom?”
The nurse just shrugged and then looked down at her clipboard to call out the next patient in line.
Trying the bathroom door again, I began knocking even harder. “Kiddo, open up. The doctor is ready to see you.”
A few seconds later the door flings open. Kiddo is standing there with pants around the ankles and then loudly yells, “I was Pooping, okay?!”
Everyone in the waiting room laughs.
When we get into the exam room I say to the doctor, “I apologize for keeping you waiting. I think Kiddo may be a little bit nervous about today.”
Kiddo quickly disputes with a shake of the head.
“Uh. Uh. Nope. I just had to go poop, that’s all!”
“And Jesus said to them, “Yes; have ye never heard, Out of the mouths of babes and infants thou hast perfected praise?”
– Matthew 21:16
(Note: For confidentiality reasons, “Kiddo” and “them” refers to the child in our foster care at the time of this post.)