Sunday, June 2, 2013

The hockey proverb

Lots going on.
Raquel is clearly becoming herself, between the moments she's attempting to off her sister by which ever method readily available. We often come running into a room with a child under duress and it's mostly Coco pinned in a compromising position with Raqu pounding at her. The terrible part, if that's not enough is that if Coco moves Raqu will likely be the one with huge wounds. It's surprising despite being beaten, she understands the catch 22. Is it she fears me or for her sisters well being?

We went to a little bday party and our friends made sure Raqu had her own private bouncy gym. The other kids had a huge air jungle gym which was an EB kids parent worst nightmare. 10 kids laughing and screaming running and bouncing about. Every few minutes the odd kid comes out crying because of this or that. Or then there was the evil child (not Raquel at this juncture) chucking the small plastic balls directly at the face of whomever, eventually hitting the right mark setting off a mini war of maleness. At that point one can only shake their head and contemplate perpetual world suffering. Well I guess one could do more as I contemplated and watched the bigger kid take aim and release with great precision time after time, it was a different parent instantly prompted with the need to break in on the violence and eventual tears.
Apple falling far from the tree, you might ask?
But as Raqu bounced in her little space landing on her bum yelling daddy watch this, as she further tested her agility and tumbled with joyous abandon, it was easy to smile and let her be free.
Hmmmm, as usual after some time it was clear her feet were sore. A little later on she refused to walk and hung off either Ren or I till we departed. The experience fell under 'worth while' despite potential pain and suffering. But as usual, time will tell how 'worth while' it actually was.

It's 2am and Raqu is on my lap after she was pulled from her bed screaming. Every few minutes as I type on her iPad her leg twitches or is kicked with some sort of suffering.

Once home we did a quick peek and of course there was a blister of various types developing on each foot.

The interesting one started off as a thin faint outline of red at the top of her arch. It was hard to initially decide if it was a colouration of an old one or something brand new. I gave it a quick EB safe rub with my thumb.

and Gasp..

It was shocking as before my eyes it started to grow and fill with blood. In seconds it was thick and worm like then started to push her seemingly healthy epidermis from the dermis.
Then the next struggle erupted between Raqu and I, as when I have a needle or scissor pointed to the demise of a blister on her foot.

I can't exclaim how effffing annoying it is for me to have only morphine in my arsenal to keep her calm in these instances.
I'm always sure she has enough on board to take away the shivering edge, as air hits large raw patches of flesh.
There is nothing for the anxiety even though we've had a meet with Dr.s and have solutions. The anger she must have for me after a needle's deep poke which missed the mark due to her ever stronger fidgets and or writhing.

But then there are worse things going on here.

Like the long emblazoned refrain in many a Canadian household. 'Keep your head up and your stick on the ice'.

Funny, the meat heads of the world had a deep thought or two.

Don't pout keep your head in the game.

Beware at all times for tragedy or opportunity.

These options best apply to this team as we jump over the boards from our slumbers to attend a suffering kid or our day once the nights have come and gone.


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