Speech

Caroline went to her 4 year well baby visit last week.

Word to the wise... take backup to this appointment.

My BFF went with me and thank God.

It was awful!

Eye exam= battle

Hearing screen= battle

Finger prick followed by uncontrollable screams= WWIII

Tee tee in cup= did not happen. 4 year olds NEVER have to tee tee when they are suppose to. They only have to use the bathroom during meals and when you are in the bathroom.

We got to the room and waited for a little while.

Dr. came in and we discussed the normal things.

Then speech came up.

Yuck.

Caroline is extremely smart. She is well behaved (for the most part) and has a little anger management issue (hello, I have to admit... she gets that one honest). However, her speech makes me nervous.

We don't make a big deal out of it because we don't want her to become upset or self-conscience about it.

Recently she was playing with a friend. Caroline had the hardest time saying the friend's name... Spencer. The "sp" got her.

She tried, and tried, and tried. The poor baby could not say the name to save her life.

She has started covering her mouth when she can't get words out. She will also become very upset when she can't get a word out.

"I can't say it. I just want it to go away." Talk about break a mama's heart. Mine rips into a million pieces. I knew then that she needed help.

It is hard to admit to anyone that your child may have an issue of any kind. It is extremely hard to ask for help.

I did though. I just feel like Caroline is four and I would rather address the issue now instead of waiting until she is older. It will only become harder to address and fix as she gets older.

We are waiting for a therapist to call us for an evaluation.

I know I will feel much better once the evaluation is done. I feel like I will have answers. Right now, it is just kind of scary. The not knowing what is going on. The not knowing what is going to happen to make it better.

Caroline may not be able to say "Spencer" all of the time but she can say "shit". Score!

Hey, at least we know she can say the "sh" sound. ;-)

Have any of you been through this with your little ones?? I would love a little support through it all. Meredith Reese (you better be reading this) you better be my support too. ;-)

PS- The appointment ended with flu mist and 5... yes, FIVE... shots. Yes, I laughed as I held her down and she screamed. Maybe while Caroline is seeing a speech therapist, I need to go see a therapist to understand why I laugh.

Happy medicine did NOT make me happy.

I took a Xanax before I went today.

Emma had her one-year well baby visit. Why do they call them well-baby visits? I mean, they should clearly call them "baby-has-to-get-shots-so-mom-has-to-take-nerve-pill" visits. You know I have an adverse reaction to shots.

Clearly, Xanax is NOT the medication I need to help me during the shots. I totally laughed again today. I explained to the nurse, AGAIN, that I couldn't help it. I just laugh. She, AGAIN, told me that she totally understood.

Anyway, Bug had to get 5 shots. Count them. Five. Five shots that I had to laugh through. So not fun.

Dr. P also talked me into the H1N1 vaccine. I was totally against it.

"I gave it to my kids, my grandchildren. I gave it to myself, Hailey. We are seeing cases NOW. I highly recommend it."

"Dr. P, I'm just nervous about it."

"Well, blahblahblah," Dr. P explained the whole shot to me. Where it came from, what it was.

"Ok. Give it to her." I said.

He walked out. That's when I started having a panic attack. I'm talking, I didn't know what to do. I was tripping.

I called Ryan. No answer... of course.

The nurse walked back in. "He talked you into H1N1? Are you sure? I got it and Katie got it. But, if you are not sure..."

I don't know if I'm sure. I don't even know my own name right now.

"No, I'm not sure. Let's just do the regular seasonal flu shot today. Let me talk to Ryan about H1N1. I will call you at the end of the week and if you still have any, I will bring her back."

The nurse walks out.

Then there is yelling in the hallway. "NONONO! NONONO!" Silence. "NONONO! NONONO!"

The door swings open. It was Dr. P again. He held my hand. "Hailey, I just tried to call KK. I said "Let me speak to KK." They said she wasn't working." {FYI: KK is my mom. She works with Dr. P. Yes, he tried to call my mom.}

Anyway, to make a long story short... he talked me into it. After much explaining and promises.

I ended it with, "Well, if your arm falls off in three years at least I will know Emma's leg is going to fall off too. Yours will fall off first because you got the shot before her." He laughed and walked out.

2.3 minutes, 5 shots, sweat, and giggles later... my kid has the H1N1 vaccine.

Fabulous.

Now, I am just going to pray that her leg doesn't fall off.

I totally need a bottle glass of wine and it is only a little after noon.

As for Emma, this is what she looked like in the car on the way home...


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Emma's new stats

Weight: 20lbs. 9 ozs. (almost 7 times her birth weight)
Height: 30 1/2 inches