Jessica and my mom took Namine to her ortho clinic this morning. Just when you thought things were pretty much down to routine, excitement got dialed up a notch. My mom fell walking in to the clinic from the car, and she was holding Namine. Namine seemed unhurt, just shaken up; my mom sprained her wrist and hurt her knee, but nothing is broken, so far as she knows. As for the clinic visit itself, well, those are always stressful for Namine.
Namine seems to be doing better today. Last night, Namine was in such pain that she didn’t even want an ice cream sandwich. This morning, Jessica asked her if she wanted any medication for pain, and she said no. That’s definitely a good sign. She also seems to have some appetite back; she was scooting all around the living room and eating cereal.
This evening Namine was in more pain than we’ve seen her in a while. As of late, she’s only needed a dose of Motrin at night, and that’s been sufficient to keep the pain under control. But this evening, she was in so much pain, I needed to give her the hard stuff. You know, the pain meds they prescribed for her when she first had the foot surgery.
November is a month for awareness, the big one being breast cancer. Several of my Facebook friends have changed their pictures to have the pink breast cancer awareness ribbon; others have tinted theirs pink. November is also the month for prematurity awareness, and its color is purple. Premature birth is one of the major causes of death and problems after birth.
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.
Since being decannulated, and especially since her stoma was closed, Namine has a much easier time talking. We’re continuing to teach her signing as well, and she’s improving every day. Of course she still signs quite a bit, which helps when we don’t understand her words. She’s still working on those consonants, but we hear the occasional “b” or “p” more and more often.
Another fun time, kids. What was supposed to be more or less a routine clinic visit turned into The Clinic Visit From Hell. Although there was some good news.