One sick Syd
When something is wrong with my baby
Something is wrong with me.
-- Sam & Dave
Sydney is sick again. She had a bug a month or so ago and, frankly, hasn't been fully right since. She's been in a kind of malaise. It's been increasingly obvious that she has been suffering from a festering illness. Lori and I are certain it is strongly connected to the fact that Sydney refuses to blow her nose. A doctor confirmed today that, in addition to an ear infection, she most likely has a formidable sinus infection.
Neither Lori nor I seem to be able to convince Syd that expelling all that goop from her sinuses would do her a world of good. We've attempted "overcome your fears" tactics. I shared all the things I was scared of that, once I took the leap, I looked back on and laughed at my original trepidation. You see her listening, but she refuses to give in. She claims the sensation of stuff moving in her throat is too unpleasant to bear. When we finally get her to attempt a blow, the effort is so pitiful that we can hardly expect any benefit.
I realize this is the same girl that fought pooping on the potty for about two years longer than Em. This is also the girl that has herself pretty well psyched out of ever riding a two-wheeler. And this is the girl who is my daughter. She clearly isn't the shy little bugger I was (Emelie is much closer to that). To her credit, she has conquered any fear of swimming about eight years sooner than I did. She interacts with others, tries sports (co-ed and all), does Girl Scouts, but she still manages to obsess over and intimidate herself about seemingly mundane endeavors.
Even though Syd's always seemed self-confident and largely indestructible, it's interesting to witness these little insecurities. To see how emotional fragments that are so prevalent in Emelie can surface subtly in Syd.
I'm sure, like most everything she's done, she'll climb the fence when she's ready. Maybe this has some deep seeded memory of the booger sucker connected to it. Who knows? I think us trivializing her fears either embarrasses her or makes her recoil even more. I don't know. But it's just a painful shame to see her suffer because of such a little thing. She may think blowing her nose is a horrible proposition, but it's not.
It'ssnot...get it? (Doesn't really work in typed form, I know. :)
Something is wrong with me.
-- Sam & Dave
Sydney is sick again. She had a bug a month or so ago and, frankly, hasn't been fully right since. She's been in a kind of malaise. It's been increasingly obvious that she has been suffering from a festering illness. Lori and I are certain it is strongly connected to the fact that Sydney refuses to blow her nose. A doctor confirmed today that, in addition to an ear infection, she most likely has a formidable sinus infection.
Neither Lori nor I seem to be able to convince Syd that expelling all that goop from her sinuses would do her a world of good. We've attempted "overcome your fears" tactics. I shared all the things I was scared of that, once I took the leap, I looked back on and laughed at my original trepidation. You see her listening, but she refuses to give in. She claims the sensation of stuff moving in her throat is too unpleasant to bear. When we finally get her to attempt a blow, the effort is so pitiful that we can hardly expect any benefit.
I realize this is the same girl that fought pooping on the potty for about two years longer than Em. This is also the girl that has herself pretty well psyched out of ever riding a two-wheeler. And this is the girl who is my daughter. She clearly isn't the shy little bugger I was (Emelie is much closer to that). To her credit, she has conquered any fear of swimming about eight years sooner than I did. She interacts with others, tries sports (co-ed and all), does Girl Scouts, but she still manages to obsess over and intimidate herself about seemingly mundane endeavors.
Even though Syd's always seemed self-confident and largely indestructible, it's interesting to witness these little insecurities. To see how emotional fragments that are so prevalent in Emelie can surface subtly in Syd.
I'm sure, like most everything she's done, she'll climb the fence when she's ready. Maybe this has some deep seeded memory of the booger sucker connected to it. Who knows? I think us trivializing her fears either embarrasses her or makes her recoil even more. I don't know. But it's just a painful shame to see her suffer because of such a little thing. She may think blowing her nose is a horrible proposition, but it's not.
It'ssnot...get it? (Doesn't really work in typed form, I know. :)
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