Yesterday Namine had an appointment with ENT to get the stitches in her neck removed. Jess took her to the clinic building, not the hospital. Namine is old enough that we can tell her what’s going on; sometimes she handles it well, and sometimes not. Well, this was a not day. I think the recent business with her feet has made her more afraid of doctors.
By the way, whoever said that children under the age of three do not form memories? They are full of crap.
She did not enjoy the actual removal of the stitches, either. Not that I blame her. But she is better for it now; even now her neck looks better.
Last night before putting Namine to bed, after doing her foot wound care, it was time to clean her neck scar. I explained to her, saying, “Namine, do you remember your trach?” Nod. “Remember how we used to clean around your trach? Well, now we just need to wash your neck, where your trach used to be. Can you lift your chin so I can wash your neck?”
“Neh!” She pointed to her scar and lifted her chin, allowing me to wash the scar with a sterile water and peroxide mix, rinse with sterile water, and dry. We used to use soapy water to do her trach cares, but we used peroxide with her jaw distractors. This is nothing new. We’re old pros.
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