I want to give brief updates about what’s been going on in our lives. And yes, a black eye is involved.
Reagan had an appointment with the orthopedist. He was to check out her ankles and her spine. She pronates to the point of almost walking on the inside of her foot. That’s not all the time, but definitely noticeable, especially in certain shoes. Also, the pediatrician noticed a slight curve in her spine and wanted to have that checked. The x-ray tech mentioned that’s it’s a 7 degree curve…
According to the doctor she’s fine, both her ankles and back. Thinking back on the appointment though, I’m not too pleased with how cavalier he was. How can someone, even a doctor, be able to look at a curved spine while holding the x-ray sheet with one hand (because the x-ray sheet is bending as he’s holding it). We will monitor her to make sure neither situation progresses. She’s just thrilled that she can still wear her little espadrilles I got her in hopes it would help her strengthen her ankles (I know, I know).
Ashlyn had an appointment with the cardiologist because the pediatrician heard a little heart murmur. She told us it was probably just an innocent heart murmur, but it would be best to get checked out. So…I took her in. She didn’t get her blood pressure taken. Not because the nurse didn’t try. Let’s just say a kid must be still and not flailing in order for that cuff to work. The nurse became brilliant when it was time for the EKG. After she strapped the octopus cords all over A’s body she started blowing bubbles. Why we didn’t take the bubbles with us to the ultrasound room I’ll never know.
Thankfully a child does not have to be quiet for an ultrasound image to be captured. A child does have to be still though. Cartoons didn’t work (and she loves them because she never gets to see them); a sucker didn’t work (and she’s never had a sucker until that day either); her sippie (do you spell it sippy or sippie? I can’t remember right now) didn’t work (I knew it wouldn’t); and multiple stuffed animals didn’t work. It took a full-grown woman to practically lay on her to get her still enough for the ultrasound.
Thankfully, and all praise to God here, there is nothing wrong. It is just an innocent murmur.
Mo, one of our cats, also had a doctor’s appointment this week. Unexpected, but still eventful. I’ve blogged about that one already, but wanted to mention it here as it was part of the week of medical appointments.
The Week Of Medical Appointments didn’t end last week though. Today we’re headed to the Speech Therapist to find out if Ashlyn needs any speech therapy. She had multiple ear infections last fall and winter and it did affect her hearing at the time. She can hear perfectly well now and is even talking. She isn’t saying the appropriate amount of words for her age group though, and the words she does say are pretty incomprehensible unless you’re Mom, Dad or Reagan. I know most kids start off like this, BUT we’re going to see the therapist just to make sure there’s nothing we need to be doing to bring her up to speed.
Now, where did the black eye come in? Ahh, as we were in the Arctic waiting room shivering and waiting for Reagan to be called back for her orthopedic appointment I was snuggling Ashlyn to stay warm. Well, that’s not the only reason I was gripping her for dear life cuddling her. A couple minutes before she had been trying to climb into a wheel chair while I was turning in the novel I had just filled out. The climb wasn’t successful and she fell and hurt her cheek. Once getting her settled down from that I was holding her in my lap to continue to comfort her. She decided she’d like to do a repeat performance of the kangaroo on crack trick that you may have recently read about. This time, however, she lunged back and slammed the back of her really thick, hard, really hard skull onto my dainty, thinly covered with crow’s feet eye socket bone. I almost cried. It was all I could do not to hurl her off of me. I regained composure because we were being called back for the appointment. I saw stars.
The next day as I was applying eye liner and shadow I saw what I thought was an errant shadow mark on the outside corner of my eye. No, it wasn’t shadow but a nice little bruise left for me by the little one who can’t get enough of me, but yet likes to remind me who’s boss. It’s parent abuse, and I want to know where’s the hotline I can call? It will probably be voice automated…