It was my last OB appointment for Amelia (and possibly my last OB appointment ever).
I was late and ran out the door just me and the baby. No change of clothes. No wipes. No spit cloth of any kind. Which is how I ended up dabbing ineffectively at a massive puddle of spitup on the floor with a kleenex, covered in goo down my front and clutching a screaming child in my arms in front of a whole pile of very pregnant ladies.
I didn't dare make eye contact but I gather some of them had no kids yet and were horrified at this glimpse of their possible future.
Luckily the office staff took pity on me and let us into a room where I could upgrade to paper towel for cleanup and nurse Amelia as she was staaaarving after all that throwing up.
After that the actual appointment went smoothly. Dr Gravelle agreed happily to my request for a photo of her with Amelia. Amelia even stopped being super cranky long enough to get one that wasn't mid-scream!