Such a Caring Little Girl!

On Friday, May 14th, I *finally* had my appointment to have my wisdom teeth out (it got canceled and pushed back for 2 months because of insurance delays).  I was really hoping to be able to do it on a weekend when I didn't have the girls, but that didn't happen since Josh was in Florida that weekend.  Mom was a trooper and offered to take the girls and I to the appointment and babysit us as much as we needed that weekend.  I love her to death... she is such a strong, and brave, woman!!!


I had to be to the surgeon's office at 10:30.  Because all 4 of my teeth were completely impacted, they knew it was going to take a little longer than normal... no big deal to me as long as they didn't have any difficulties!  All I told the girls was that mommy was going to a "special dentist", and at some point it was said that I was getting teeth pulled.  At either point, neither of them really cared, they just know that I was having *something* done!

The game plan:  Mom drops me off, then takes the girls to McD's to eat and play at the playground till I'm done, then head back and get me and head home.  Simple enough.  On the way there, we see that there is a playground a block away from his office, and Elizabeth was bound and determined that she wanted to play at THAT playground!  For some reason there was orange barricade fencing around it, so Mom told her that they were going to a different one.  We get to the office, I get Danica out and Mom gets El out.  As I walk around the back of the car, I hear Ellee crying and Mom is asking her what is wrong.  El manages to choke out between tears that she "doesn't want the dentist to make Mommy cry"!  It was so cute and ironic that I couldn't help but laugh and cry at how sweet she is!  We assured her that Mommy will not cry!

Surgery goes well and we head home.  I hurt, boy did I hurt, but I didn't cry!  When we got home I sat on the couch with an ice pack icing down my face for a few hours which helped with the pain.  At some point, El sat down beside me.  I showed her the bandage and cotton ball in the crook of my arm and said "look, Mommy got a straw in my arm, but it didn't hurt!"  I've learned over the years from blood draws and IVs, that it just hurts initially, but not even that bad as long as I don't watch them insert the needle.  El has had her share of draws an IVs, so I'm trying to get her to see that the initial poke is the only thing that hurts.  I assured her that my arm doesn't hurt any more so she told me to take the bandage off, so we did. I had to choke back the tears because that was a sticky bandage!!!

Dani would come over and play with me, which usually consisted of using me as a playground.  El seen her do this a few times and sternly told her "Dani, be careful, Mommy's arm hurts!"  I couldn't help but laugh and tell her that my arm is fine, it's my jaw and mouth that hurts! 

After a couple hours I got off the couch and went out side to watch the girls jump on the trampoline.  A few different times, Ellee came up to me and said that she wanted to "make soup for me so that I feel better!"  I couldn't help but laugh and cry a little every time because it made me so proud that she was so caring and wanted to do anything to make me feel better! Mom and I both told her that when I when I finally get hungry, I'll let her know so that she can make me soup, but not to worry about it right now!

It just goes to show that how strong of a little girl she is.  With all the needles and pokes she has to go through, that she is brave and gets through them.  And when some one else is hurt, she is willing to help take care of them!  I really do hope she becomes a nurse and puts her caring to good use! 

Speechless!

I have to admit that I had a hard time thinking of a title for this post!  Even before diabetes, Ellee has always seem very grown up for her age and her personality definitely started showing through at an early age!  In the year that we've had to deal with T1D, she has proven to be such a strong little girl - maybe too strong! She has accepted this new path through life with a shrug of the shoulders and keeps moving forward.

Last night she said something that caught me off guard but so funny at the same time! We've become very good friends with the neighbors who have a little boy and little girl who are the girls' age.  Last night, we ate dinner with them because it was their Mimi's birthday!  I made sketti & meatballs with garlic bread and when it was done, I fixed 4 plates and sat them down at the table.  I set El's test meter down beside her plate and called all the kids in to start eating and went out into the kitchen to make my plate. I sent back out to see get the meter and to see what her number was. 

Being pokey like she can be at times, she wasn't done yet.  Standing there waiting for her to finish, the little boy asks her what she's doing.  Consintrating on getting the blood on the strip, without looking up at him she says "I'm checking my sugar".  He accepted that and started in on his plate, but to my surprise, a few seconds later El adds "*sigh* I'm just the kid next door with diabetes!"

WOW... not sure what to make of that!  I did have to laugh to myself and mom laughed this morning when I told her about it.  I think the "matter of fact" voice that she used is what made it so cute and funny.  In a way it scares me that this is making her grow up too fast, but on the other hand, I can't be more grateful that she's accepted this as well as she has.