Last week Ethan had his six month check up with his pediatric endocrinologist. Doctor appointments have become increasingly challenging for Ethan as of late. So, I was somewhat prepared for our visit, but not at all for what actually transpired.
We decided to have Ethan wait in the hallway in a quiet little seating area away from all the noise of the waiting room. Good move right? Wrong! He began pacing a bit, so I decided to walk him up and down the hallway pointing out pictures and objects for us to pass the time. Good move right? Wrong again! He took particular notice of the FIRE ALARMS along the hallway.
At first I didn't think much of it. In hindsight, his infatuation with all things bright red, such as the Biohazard logo, should have alerted me. We continued down the hallway and all of a sudden he leapt at one of the fire alarms and PULLED it!! I swear to you my heart stopped beating for at least a moment. I started praying out loud, "Oh please dear god, DO NOT let that fire alarm go off." Then I heard it. Slowly at first. Then louder, accompanied with a blurb, blurb, blurb, and flashing lights.
I actually considered ducking into a hallway closet. What do I do now? What do I do? I looked at Ethan, who appeared to be grinning. People began coming out of their offices. They were evacuating! Should I just follow along and say nothing? No, I have to speak up. So I did. I told everyone it was an accident and we needn't evacuate right? Nope. All 3 floors of this entire medical establishment had to evacuate and wait for the fire company to come and inspect the building.
Needless to say, we did not get seen that day. We had to reschedule for today. And, I am very happy to report we did in fact take Ethan back to the "scene of his crime" without incident. Can I tell you how ready I was? I had the IPad, loads of lollipops, and a singular focus on each and every fire alarm in that hallway..