Just a quick update, in the briefest of ways.
Good news: Sammie had a post-op appointment with her surgeon today and all looked good. We'll see him again in 5 weeks, and see if we can tweak her glasses prescription at all then. Her little eyes are still so blood-stained, which I just hate. It's like this visible reminder to me of my girl's discomfort. Today she complained about pain and itching but that was mostly alleviated via tylenol. Leaving the appointment with her surgeon, she made me giggle. A lot. I told her we needed to get cash for parking and she said, "do they have an ATM here?" When I told her they did, she told me she wished we had an ATM at home. Me too, kiddo. Me too. One that dispenses free money.
Tonight Sammie B was playing with her little doctor kit and I realized she knows way too much medical terminology. As I sat and listened to her tell B she needed to "listen to his heart" and then "now let me listen to your back and hear your breathing," and "I'm going to take your blood pressure now," I smiled, but my heart frowned a little. I wish this child had seen fewer doctors in her day, had her blood pressure taken a little less, and well, just seen less of the "medical."
|Playing doctor. I have no idea where Mia's shirt is.|
Mia couldn't go to day care today and B and I spent the day/evening chasing her around with clorox wipes and hand sanitizer and begging Sammie to NOT touch her own eyes, and making her wash her hands constantly.
Yeah, really effin unfortunate timing and NOT funny.
|When efforts to keep them apart failed, I plopped them both in Sammie's stander (Kitchen Helper from onestepahead.com) and let them play with soap. Sometimes, I am genius.|
The whole world is sleeping, except me. I'm drafting a motion, and none too happy.
Over and out. Back at it.