Because Sun was breech, there was a concern she may have some hip issues. So while in the hospital, they did an ultrasound and all looked well. But to be sure, they ordered a second ultrasound at the one-month mark. That ultrasound was today. Here’s how it went:

The hubs could not join us as he had to take Zella to the vet since she chewed her side yesterday. Crazy German shepherd. So off we go. We get to the hospital out-patient registration desk and do the insurance song-and-dance. Does Sun have her own insurance card? No. Social security number? Not yet. Did I get pre-authorization for this u/s with my insurer? No, did I need to? Check-in chick goes away from her desk for five minutes to find out….No; we are a-go.

Am then told that because Sun is an infant they cannot do the u/s as out-patient, will have to go the hospital radiology–down the hall. This makes no sense to me, but I oblige.

Check in for second time. Feel things not going well when receptionist tells me, “It will be a few minutes. They need to get a room for you.” An hour later, Sun is hungry (and Momma didn’t pack a bottle thinking this would be well over by now) and getting fussy. Other patient asks, “Is she spoiled?” Ugh.

Ask receptionist how much longer, ten minutes later am told the hold up now is that they need a doctor to do the u/s and he is in with another doctor. What?? Sun now smells. And I do not want to have to change her on the bathroom floor. So I wait until the waiting room is empty. As I change her, she starts to pee, so I take off her onesie to put on a fresh one. Now she is buck naked. Of course, this is when the tech finally comes to get us.

So I get a diaper on her and leave her clothes off (thinking they may take them off anyway to do the u/s), wrap a blanket around her, grab the carrier and diaper bag and follow the tech who apparently is late for lunch and rushing to get done. Now you are in a hurry? Errr.

We get to the room and Sun is already pissed. Well, so am I. The doc shows up, undoes Sun’s diaper and takes a good long look at her strawberry mark on her leg and says, “That’s quite the hemangioma.” “Good for you, doc,” I think, “now, do you think we can focus your attention on her hips and get this thing moving??”

He then starts the u/s. The cold gel REALLY pisses Sun off and she starts crying, wailing, and does not stop. Nothing I do comforts her. I am so upset I cannot make eye contact with the doc or the tech–not that they are acknowledging my presence anyway.

Right leg complete after ten L.O.N.G. minutes. Onto left. Sun poops all over the place. Apparently the doc does not see this. Sun wails on. Another long ten minutes pass and then it is over.

The doctor tells me all looks good. I suspected as much (and maybe would have been less irritable if I had any real concern that this was a problem). Then he sees the poop and says, “Look what I did! Hey tech guy, look what I did! I usually only make them spray.” Congratulations, doc. Mark it on your calendar and let’s wrap this up.

I clean Sun up again and get the hell outta there as fast as I can. Total time we were there: two and a half hours. We both needed a good long nap to get past this episode.