Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Second Day Alone

By the way, Ellie did great being left at preschool again today. I sat and played with her for a few minutes. Said "bye bye, Ellie." And all I got was a wave, a smile, and "buh bye."

We made up for any missed screaming later in the day when Ellie went to the ENT (ear, nose, and throat; not fictional ancient forest creature -- that would have been more pleasant). Ellie's got very small ear cannals. So, every time we visit the ENT, we have to pin her down to the examining table so the doctor can remove the wax with a mini crochet hook and look in her ear with the micro-otoscope. She's big enough now that she HATES it and screams and cries. Tough to say, though, if it's harder on her having it done or on mom and dad helping hold her down.

1 comment:

Jessica said...

I know exactly what you mean....

I remember taking Dylan for shots and having to hold him down. It got to the point that he was old enough to determine where he preferred the shot (they would want to administer it in his leg and, for some reason, he wanted it in the arm). He would be screaming and crying, "In my arm...in my ARM!" The whole time, it's me who has to physically hold him down with his tearful eyes not understanding why.