Supporting you in motherhood, one little blog post at a time
I had the delusion that I would take T.Puzzle out for a lovely lunch (his choice) on his last day before returning to preschool.
Instead, this is how he behaved at the eye doctor’s:
Then, it went from bad to worse on the ride home…
We are clearly tired of going to the eye doctor.
Lucky for us we get to go back in three weeks.
Rock. On.
Full Speed seems rife with imaginary stomach ailments as of late. I believe his symptoms are being caused by an acute case of brotherly jealousitis. Apparently watching your little brother get doted on post-surgery as well as getting to stay home with Mom during his recovery is enough to make any older brother’s stomach ‘hurt’.
Full Speed feebly tried to play the sick card this morning only to be revitalized by the promise of a PB&J sandwich in his packed lunch. Upon his return home from the school day he gave a convincing performance that he was going to ‘PUKE!’ (which he never did but boy did he make me scramble) and needed several moments of quiet rest upstairs (which required being ‘checked-on’ ad nauseum by me).
He ‘rested’ 10 minutes tops and then he was miraculously ‘better’. You should have seen the way he inhaled his dinner. He was like a mini-human vacuum. That put all concerns about the health of his stomach to rest.
My hope is side effects of brotherly jealousitis may include drowsiness, reduced opinion making and total compliance with maternal demands.
That is so beyond the realm of possibility I just made my own stomach hurt.
You know your day is long if you are spending a majority of it praying to the ‘napping gods’ that your very contrary three year old will take an afternoon snooze. T.Puzzle is on the dreaded cusp of outgrowing his nap altogether. It’s not such a bad thing on days we are on the go and everyone is in a good mood. On the days when despite all appearances (crazy running, yelling and jumping), T.Puzzle’s little body needs recovery time post-surgery; a nap can be a much needed thing. In addition to the health benefits it also should hopefully improve his mood as it seems he woke up on the oppositional defiant side of his bed this morning.
Apparently, ‘No!’ and ‘I not!’ can never be overused in his wiseguy opinion.
Thank god he’s asleep right now. At least if he’s sleeping he ain’t talking and therein lies the real beauty of a napping child.
T.Puzzle came through his second surgery and all looks well with both his eyes. The doc checked the first eye while he was under and it appears his prescription improved a couple diopters (yay!). She also said that as he grows his prescription may improve even more. Imagine that! More good news about my child and/or children and their vision. We’ve come along way from ‘legally blind‘ and ‘your baby’s vision is worse than his brother’s’ type of information sharing with medical professionals. Hooray!
The overall surgery experience was much like I expected. He was absolutely miserable during the eye drop portion (as was I) and he woke up madder than a hornet’s nest from anesthesia. Nothing a solid nap (for Mommy, too!) and Cheerios couldn’t solve.
He is so brave.
Love you, T.Puzzle!
This week is still not so good. I think it has less to do with my daily circumstances and more to do with the dark cloud of eye surgery hanging over T.Puzzle’s head. I know the surgery is technically minor. I know that his physical pain will be minimal, his psychic pain to be great, that holding him down for 12 eye drops in one eye to be my own personal nightmare and that T.Puzzle coming out of anesthesia can be likened to an angry bear awoken too soon from hibernation. Aside from all that there is an expectation of hopefully improved vision for T.Puzzle, gratitude that there is someone in the world like Mad Dog to hold my hand through it all, and the life experience to know that whatever comes my way I will handle it.
Seriously, if I gave birth to two rambunctious dudes like Full Speed and T.Puzzle, I have to have at least a small percentage of tenacity in me, right? Even if I only have a fraction of theirs, I’m going to be just fine (and so will they).
You can count on it.
