I figure I should have enough energy to blog.
Charlotte went to a pediatric gastroenterologist last week because she has reflux and constant stomach problems. The doctor thinks the same thing I've thought her whole life - she's sensitive. BUT, because he is a responsible medical professional, he ordered some tests. Therefore, there is a jar of frozen poop in my freezer. Plus room temperature poop in three other jars. I'm almost done with the poo collecting, and I have to say I relish it in comparison to what is next: blood work. That girl lost her mind at the doctor's when she heard the words. We haven't taken her yet mainly because I need Andy there to deal with it. She will be ridiculous. Argh.
Aside from the testing, the doctor made some minor changes to her diet that have her all stressed out. Drinking only water besides one glass of lactose-free milk a day, for example. Oh no - she has to cut out her ONE juice box! Trauma! The hardest is having sweets only once a week. There goes popsicles and ice cream sandwiches after school. Naturally, all the kids are on the same restrictions to make it fair. So far, not many complaints. And the last change is movign to higher fiber cereal. We found some she likes, but she is still holding it against me. AND, she freaks out at each event in her life, "Does the doctor say I can play soccer?!" Um, yes. He says you can play soccer. And do your homework, and watch cartoons, and take a shower and EVERYTHING ELSE YOU NORMALLY DO. Just drink water, less sweets, and different cereal!
My hair-loss has declined recently. I'm left with a pitiful, fuzzy curtain of hair. A sheer curtain. Ugh ugh ugh. Whatev, I've always hated it, now there is just less. I personally didn't think hair came thinner than mine, but I like to surprise myself. I can wrap one of those small-sized pony tail holders around my hair four times. Four. Used to be only three.
Gabe is pushing his friend on the swing right now - so cute! Mostly it is crashing into him and making him stumble and her laugh. He is such a goofball!
6 comments:
I got 2 hours of sleep ... so I think we even each other out!
Good luck with the blood tests - not fun.
paul had to come with me when isaac had blood work done and for good reason. good luck! that may have to be her one day she gets sugar. we had to go to sonic on the way home.
Last time I had to get Ethan's finger pricked for something he totally freaked out. He thought all of the blood was going to leak out of his tiny finger prick and he kept asking me if he was going to die!!
Also Ethan's teacher said he should not be watching tv during the week and only an hour a day on the weekends because it is anti-social behavior and undoes everything they work on during the week! So if he can't watch after school nobody can! It's been interesting to say the least!
Sofia had blood drawn at Primary Children's Hospital years ago. As soon as the phlebotomist was done I was glad we wouldn't have to do it again for some time. That very second I watched the lady shake the tube and drop it, breaking and spilling all our hard work. Yeah, had to do it again. Ear plugs anyone? straight jacket anyone? Good luck with Charlotte. Good thing is, it will all help her out in the end.
maybe i need my doctor to tell me to make some changes. then maybe i'd actually stick to it! and your hair always looks fabulous--i wish i could do a pixie cut like you--you know that already, i think...
Love that Charlotte. She's gonna do great. Sometimes kiddos AND our hair totally surprise us.
Post a Comment