Dr. Noah?

While we were in Michigan, Noah watched an episode of "A Baby Story" with me on TLC. He was fairly interested in the delivery process and paid pretty close attention. This particular delivery required forceps which really grabbed his attention. I tried to explain to him that not all babies need those, but that didn't seem to matter to him. Forceps are what it is now all about. Although, he insists on calling them Q-tips. He will ask about my baby coming out, or we will drive past the hospital and he will say, "When the doctor gets the q-tips and your baby comes out..." As our doctor appointments have become more regular, we talk about her a lot too, so we told him her name is Dr. Shipman and she is the same doctor that delivered him. After my appointments he always asks about Dr. Shipman and the q-tips. This last appointment was at 4:00 in the afternoon so I decided to take him with me. He sat with daddy in the waiting room while I went to use the rest room. I came out and he said in his best QUIET three-year-old voice, "HEY, MOM! WHERE'S YOUR BABY?" This brought quite a chukle from the other waiting patients and we explained that the baby was still in my tummy. We got back in to our exam room and when Dr. Shipman came in, Noah was all business. She was asking him questions about being a big brother and he cut her right off for the most important question, "Where are your q-tips?" She stopped for a second and said, "My what?" So I had to explain the whole story to her. She found it quite amusing. In the 20 minutes we were in there, he asked probably about 5 more times. Each time she tried to explain to him that she really doesn't use those very much but again, he didn't seem to care. They talked a little about the baby coming out and she explained that it wouod be really little and kind of messy. He said, "But, you'll clean it up, right?" She assured him they would and that seemed to pacify him on that subject. She got out the doppler to listen to the heartbeat and Noah got to stand right up next to her and push the power button. She said, "Do you hear that sound? What does it sound like?" Again in his best three-year-old tone he responded, "A FIRE ENGINE!" She laughed right out loud. She said she had heard a lot of responses but that was a first on that one. (Daddy later came to his defense and said there was a sound similar to one they use for fire trucks. I am not sure what they was...) And that about sums up our visit that day. Hopefully, we provided her with some comic relief. She, on the other hand, did not seem to help on our end as we still talk about q-tips. Atleast he can take comfort in the fact that someone will clean the baby and it apparently has toys to play with in mommy's tummy.