Some more critical than others
TBO.com"It's just so gross, Daddy. It's tiny and gross and moves really fast." This is how my daughter responded to an ant in my husband's truck. When he told her that she had permission to squish it, she vehemently declined, citing more disgust and outrage at the prospect of touching it with her bare finger.
Published: January 26, 2013
Published: January 26, 2013
To say she has certain expectations of the way her world should operate is obvious.
The child has a speech impediment and, rather than her feeling that she has to adjust the way she pronounces her words, she thinks we all have a problem with our hearing.
Last week, her universe crumbled when she made a miscalculation while exiting a vehicle. The result was slamming her left index finger in a car door. This was a major problem.
I had just finished a 12-hour shift in the ER when I came home to discover her swollen, purple finger. I packed her up and drove right back to work. Neither of us wanted to go, but I needed to be sure there were no broken bones.
Her criticism of the facility began immediately. She was hungry. The cafeteria was already closed, which did not make her happy.
We had to sign in and take a seat for a while because the waiting room was full. "We have to wait? I just want to go home. Why can't we just go home, Mommy?" She whined for a while until I emphasized the need for an X-ray, explaining it was a picture of her finger bones.
A baby was coughing across from us. The poor little guy sounded like he had a bad cold. "That baby just keeps on coughing. He's been coughing for like nine minutes now. He's really cute, though, and his shirt looks nice on him."
I told her that the mother could most likely hear everything she was saying because the room was wide open and she doesn't alter the volume of her voice. This didn't seem to bother her in the least.
After being led into the back, we were placed on a bed in the hall because all the rooms were full. "Seriously? We're not going to get a room? Let's just go home. I don't want to be here."
I told her that we were definitely not going home until we finished what we came there to do.
She showed me her temporary tattoo on her hand that said "Love." She asked, "Mommy, what is that little word at the very bottom?" I told her it said "China."
"Love China? What? Are you kidding? Why would it say that?" She then burst into a fit of giggles while repeating "Love China."
I explained that lots of things are made in China, which is why it was in small print. This spurred a discussion on world manufacturing and made me feel guilty for not purchasing more American-made products.
At last, the radiology tech arrived. The old X-ray machine had to be used because the new one was experiencing technical difficulties. "Yuck! I don't like that one. It looks dirty."
We convinced her it had to be done regardless of her opinion.
The end result was a tuft fracture of the distal phalanx or, basically, she broke her finger tip. She has a metal splint to wear for a while which will, sadly, only aid in her finger-pointing abilities.
Maybe with the splint, she can feel less squeamish about squishing ants.