We’re all mostly better (I think Solvi has gotten a new low-grade someting, I’m STILL recovering from Bronchitis, but almost back to normal and Ed has allergy related crud he is treating with prednizone – but really this is pretty normal for us.) Thanks to all who wished us well – it must have worked!
Solvi had a great time turning 2. Someone asked me if she understood what a bithday was…I think she gets that it is a celebration with cake and ice cream, and balloons and presents…and that it was all about her (she LOVED being the center of attention for all those folks), but that’s about it. She really liked her wooden cutable fruit, her tricycle (and helmet), Dora doll, Fireman boots, Rocking chair, crayola “magic” markers, monster plate and mat, and her new wooden puzzle. Sock monkey gets hauled out and waved around, Sully Monster keeps her company in bed, and mom likes all the new socks.
But everyone needs to keep in mind that the simple party ballons blown up by Auntie Christine were also a very big hit (she tried to take 2 to school/daycare this week).
2 years old also meant a trip to the Dr for a check up – she’s always howled when he looked and poked at her, so we tried to prep her this time for the 2 days before. To no avail. Happy and cheerful for the 30 minutes in the waiting room, highly intrigued by her first ever mini-tootsie roll from the accounts lady behind the desk, she walked cheerfully back to the examination room, took one look and promptly said “I wanna go home.”
Then the world caved in after I undressed her and laid her on the table to be measured for height.* Howls, screams, kicks, flailing arms…she didn’t want her head measured either. Released from these tortures by the nurse, she clung to me like a leech and howled to go home, howled for daddy, and just howled. It took almost 1o minute to get her clamed down, and then the DR came by:
Me - “Look there’s the Doctor – he’s going to look at your…”
Solvi – “No! NOOOOooooOOOOoOOoo! I wanna go home! Where’s my daddy! NoOooooOOoOo!”
20 minutes, a call to Ed, and 2 calls to Zig later, as well as a face and hand washing, and some looking out the window and in the mirror, we were calmer and not crying, but still clinging to mom like a leech.
[You'l note that we have been here over an hour without actually having a checkup accomplished. Dr was running a HOUR behind - this, of course, helped BOTH our nerves and tempers a LOT.]
Dr finally came, and when it finally came to look in ears, nose, throat, eyes, etc., we again got howls and a running litany of “no,” “want my daddy,” “ I wanna go home,” etc. thorughout the exam and the discussion afterwards. Dr was very impressed with her vocabulary and sentence structure. I was amazed he could detect it amongst all the squalling. He pronounced her healthy – come back in a year.
Then he recommended a flu shot – and mom was torn. More trauma? Possibly prevent flu? Ahhhhh! – finally bit the bullet and agreed to the shot. Told Solvi “OK, we can get dressed and go home,” and it was like magic – calmer, sniffly, cooperative, even allowed herself to be partially undressed for shot, sat down and let nurse poke her even AFTER we told her it would hurt/”be owie.” Short howl after shot, “Ow!” beat, beat “Wahhhhhhh” – for 15 seconds and then fine OK.
Amazing and fascinating and very very nerve-wracking. We got home and I found myself totally drained. Blissfully she went to bed easily and slept all the way through the night (like 9 hours straight). I slept in my own bed for 7 hours straight. Whoot.
Happy Birthday Solvi Bryce. It only gets more interesting, exciting, frustrating, and boring from here on out, I promise.
* 30 pounds and 35 inches high, 19.5 inch head circumference. Generally normal overall, although she has always had a big noggin. Weight was actually more than expected, so we need not worry any more than we are over her eating behaviors/quantity.