This is a summary for McKenna at 4.75 years old.
Eating continues on as normal.
Sleeping is good. She hasn’t napped in a long time, even when I think she will because she seems tired. I don’t think she napped one time in the last month.
This is good with nothing special to report. Her favorite things to do in her play time are to dress up, play with Barbies or baby dolls, and draw. She is getting more and more obsessed with drawing.
Things are still great here! She is still being so good and kind and loving it.
We have a plan for swimming lessons. We are thinking we will try group swim lessons and see if being in a group setting will motivate her to try–the idea of seeing peers do something you fear making you realize it might not be so scary. I think this will happen in March.
Oh poor McKenn and her injuries. We were at a friends house and she tripped going down a flight of stairs that turns and she went head-first into a flat wall and busted her head open to the skull. I didn’t see it happen, but she walked into the room crying and blood was literally gushing out with her heart beat. I completely froze. I had no idea what to do and stood frozen in time. Sure, sitting here with no blood gysering out of my child’s head I can tell you the basic steps of what to do. I am not squeamish with blood–it was just so shocking to see my poor child like that! I obviously need to sit and talk myself through what I will do in crisis situations.
It reminds me of the first time I threw up in my hand when I was pregnant with Brayden. Despite living in fewer than 300 square feet, I couldn’t always make it to the bathroom in time. So I threw up in my hand. Then I said, “Ew!” and flung my hand. Then I got to clean splattered throw up. It is so important to talk yourself through situations.
Back to McKenna.
Fortunately, there was a firefighter and an EMT there. They both sprung into action and stopped her bleeding and got it nicely bandaged for our ride to the hospital. And let it be noted that they moved methodically and not like a chicken with its head cut off. They stayed calm and deliberate through it all. This needs to be noted my my own future plans on how to react in situations.
McKenna did NOT want to go get stitches, which is perfectly reasonable. It was close to bedtime so we called my dad and he came to our house and put our kids to bed while my husband and I drove McKenna to the hospital.
I drove and my husband sat by McKenna and in the 15 minute drive, he talked a 4 year old into getting stitches. The man has skills with hyped up emotional people. How does he do it? I am not even sure even in my observations. I have told him he needs to write a post for you all because it is skill that we could all benefit from as parents.
We went into the ER and fortunately for us our ER is usually pretty slow so far as ERs go so we walked right in and got things going. The doctor came in and looked at it. She told him she would prefer him to glue it and he told her it would need to be stitched. You could see this look of terror pass over her face, but she took a deep breath, swallowed, and said okay as she looked at him with huge eyes.
They put some topical numbing agent on a cotton pad and put it on the wound and then let her choose a movie to watch while it numbed the area. The doctor also told her if she was perfectly still while he stitched her, she would get a popsicle when it was over, which is huge motivation for her!
Once the area had numbed sufficiently, the nurse cleaned it out. McKenna was thrilled she couldn’t feel any pain. She talked and talked. The nurses and volunteers were all falling in love with her. She is always the life of the party. Then the ER doctor came in and gave her several shots and she happily told him she couldn’t feel them–she just felt a little pinch. Next, he stitched her up. She talked and talked but held perfectly still. She asked what color her stitches would be and he told her black and she replied, “Oohhh I love black!” One of the nurses asked her if she had a lot of friends and McKenna answered in the affirmative and the nurse replied, “I figured. You are one those people who has lots of friends.”
As I watched this situation unfold before me, I was again reminded of just how beneficial some of the traits that can make McKenna harder to parent in the day to day are. These are traits that are going to carry her through life with joy. These are traits that are going to bring that same joy to those around her. She is an amazing person. She is strong mentally. She will always look at the bright side, even when you are sure there can’t be one. I think I am pretty optimistic, but I pale in comparison. She doesn’t just look at the bright side, she embraces it.
I wish I could adequately express the feelings and thoughts that flooded me as I sat in that ER room. It surpasses words. I had the distinct impression this experience was a necessary one for her and us to know and appreciate her strength.
Here is our typical schedule:
8 AM Wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast. Possibly daily chore.
9 AM Go to school.
12 Noon Get home and eat lunch. Free play with Brinley.
1 PM Chore if not done before school. Then typically Independent playtime.
2:15 PM We then do a variety of things not in any particular order. We practice reading, do learning activities, draw, free play…
4 PM Play with Brayden and Kaitlyn
5-5:30 PM Dinner then time with family
7 PM Start getting ready for bed
8 PM in bed