Gouging, gauging
Mar. 5th, 2008 06:05 pmSo I got the implant out this morning. The doctor was unfazed when I needed a second dose of the anaesthetic, but extremely surprised when I needed a third dose. Apparently it should be more effective than that. Most people only get one.
I told Linnea I got three injections; she was impressed.
I didn't freak until after it was over and I met Rob outside, when I cried and shook a bit, and then was better. But about 3 pm some sort of hormonal thing happened and I started to feel miserable and sick and stressed and generally adolescent. Urgh. It's wearing off now, though.
This morning, Linnea woke up and explained to Rob that some animals go to sleep in the daytime and they are called nocturnal. Then she said she didn't want to go to nursery because she hates nursery. She said this on Monday and I just kept her home but today I managed things so that when it was time to go she didn't actually object, and I talked to her key worker about it.
In general, they are very impressed with her maturity and vocabulary, and she always seems perfectly happy there (yes, she does, I can see that when I bring her in and take her home again). I asked whether perhaps she is exposed to too much socialising, since we see so many different groups of people, some once-offs and some regularly, but she seemsto enjoy it. Incidentally, my daughter is popular. MY daughter is POPULAR. While Emer and I were in the cloakroom after hanging Linnea's coat up, we heard her reception from the other children - "Look, it's Linnea!" "Come and sit here, Linnea!" "Hello, Linnea!" "Linnea, do you want [unclear]?" - a delighted babble of children pleased to see her. And this happens almost everywhere we go; children aged 12 months to 6 years seem delighted to see her, and adults too; children over about 6 are less predictable. To me, social outcast in the wilderness eating honey and locusts et cetera from age about 2 to 14, this is astonishing and magical. After age 14 I turned vegetarian so didn't eat locusts any more. So the nursery people don't think it's excessive socialisation since she seems very happy.
Her keyworker and I sat with Linnea for a bit trying to work out what it might be, and we have chosen something to target. We think it's focus. She often gets asked to come to nursery when she's doing something else. And Linnea can't half focus. She is often so engrossed in things that she can't hear me speak. Or shout. Or stomp. I have to visually interrupt her to get her attention. So we're going to do two things: first, the nursery are going to give me official permission to take her in when she's ready to go, and not on their schedule. Second, I'm going to try to arrange nursery days so that she isn't involved in something very engrossing at one o'clock. Perhaps I will make a point of going to the playground for a picnic lunch (plausible, now that the weather is improving, I feel). Then we won't have to interrupt something Very Important and I won't have to drag her screaming up the street. I couldn't do that anyway.
When I went to collect her, she said she hated home and didn't want to go there. So that's that.
I told Linnea I got three injections; she was impressed.
I didn't freak until after it was over and I met Rob outside, when I cried and shook a bit, and then was better. But about 3 pm some sort of hormonal thing happened and I started to feel miserable and sick and stressed and generally adolescent. Urgh. It's wearing off now, though.
This morning, Linnea woke up and explained to Rob that some animals go to sleep in the daytime and they are called nocturnal. Then she said she didn't want to go to nursery because she hates nursery. She said this on Monday and I just kept her home but today I managed things so that when it was time to go she didn't actually object, and I talked to her key worker about it.
In general, they are very impressed with her maturity and vocabulary, and she always seems perfectly happy there (yes, she does, I can see that when I bring her in and take her home again). I asked whether perhaps she is exposed to too much socialising, since we see so many different groups of people, some once-offs and some regularly, but she seemsto enjoy it. Incidentally, my daughter is popular. MY daughter is POPULAR. While Emer and I were in the cloakroom after hanging Linnea's coat up, we heard her reception from the other children - "Look, it's Linnea!" "Come and sit here, Linnea!" "Hello, Linnea!" "Linnea, do you want [unclear]?" - a delighted babble of children pleased to see her. And this happens almost everywhere we go; children aged 12 months to 6 years seem delighted to see her, and adults too; children over about 6 are less predictable. To me, social outcast in the wilderness eating honey and locusts et cetera from age about 2 to 14, this is astonishing and magical. After age 14 I turned vegetarian so didn't eat locusts any more. So the nursery people don't think it's excessive socialisation since she seems very happy.
Her keyworker and I sat with Linnea for a bit trying to work out what it might be, and we have chosen something to target. We think it's focus. She often gets asked to come to nursery when she's doing something else. And Linnea can't half focus. She is often so engrossed in things that she can't hear me speak. Or shout. Or stomp. I have to visually interrupt her to get her attention. So we're going to do two things: first, the nursery are going to give me official permission to take her in when she's ready to go, and not on their schedule. Second, I'm going to try to arrange nursery days so that she isn't involved in something very engrossing at one o'clock. Perhaps I will make a point of going to the playground for a picnic lunch (plausible, now that the weather is improving, I feel). Then we won't have to interrupt something Very Important and I won't have to drag her screaming up the street. I couldn't do that anyway.
When I went to collect her, she said she hated home and didn't want to go there. So that's that.
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Date: 2008-03-05 06:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-03-05 08:55 pm (UTC)Thankfully, Emer is less extreme.
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Date: 2008-03-06 02:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-03-05 08:52 pm (UTC)Mind you, NOW it hurts.
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Date: 2008-03-07 11:38 pm (UTC)he will.
it'll be good.
but right now? when it's that he doesn't want to go to nursery, or doesn't want to leave nursery? (usually the same day, as well) aaargh. because he's quite happy to lie on the floor and yell about it still. aargh.
glad you got the implant out. sorry it took 3 shots though. hope you have recovered by now. i know the relief of having it out outweighed the pain - oh and the bruise, I had an incredible painful bruise. a little bit of me wondered if they had taken slightly less care becasue i refused to listen to them. surely not...