Namine’s favorite part of Frozen surprised me.
On Saturday we went out with one of our friends from school for lunch and a movie. But not just any movie, we went to see Frozen again.
In an effort to enable Namine a little more in the kitchen, we invested in a Brita water filter. But we’re not using it for water. We’re using it for milk.
Namine’s friend Norah is her total opposite. Namine is content to sit in one spot for long periods of time. Norah, on the other hand, is constantly go go go — which is quite a switch for us.
Daddy, can I sleep in just my underwear tonight? I knew the question was coming soon. Namine has, for nearly a week now, spent her days in underwear – yes, that’s right, no diaper. Her mind is ready to be rid of the diaper, even if her body is not.
We took Namine to the pediatrician. Yes, again. She still has a nasty-sounding cough — even after being on steroids to help with inflammation, antibiotic, increased inhalers, and a nebulizer — and the persistent bugger shows no sign of letting up.
Physical therapy has always been a part of Namine’s life, and it always will be. She has to work harder to do things that just come naturally to other children.
On my lunch break today I drove out to the medical supply store to pick up a nebulizer kit for Namine. This is the sad story of why I came back empty-handed, and more!
Potty training is hard to nail down in the best of circumstances. But add to the normal stress between parent and child the possibility – nay, the likelihood – that said child might not be able to have sufficient bladder control at all, well, things might get interesting. Then again, everybody involved might just learn…
Namine had a pulmonology appointment today. Getting the appointment set was stressful enough, to say nothing of the fact that we needed to make sure Namine’s lungs were okay. There’s no reason for alarm, though; Namine is fine, and the doctor was content with increasing her inhaler dose and prescribing an anti-inflammatory. Getting to this…