No Drugs Required.
No not really, she still gets something for that damned itch.
A little child of age 3 with skin so fragile a nick with a finger nail peels off skin filling your nail as if it were butter saying 'No' you aren't doing it right, 'use your nails'.
She say this during a struggle to keep her heel from hammering the top of her opposite foot in every attempt to kill the itch.
This killing would more accurately be described as breaking down the last months healing. Soon to follow the limp, then the ugly scream fest of a dressing change, then the anger at me for cutting blisters and manipulating her feet and then return to the itch.
I'm not sure who, of us two has more issues with loss of control on her bandaging?
As I so desperately want to dig and remove every last scrap of sloughed skin and her so dead against me even looking. For her I'm able to apply a big goopy layer of aquafor, but not take a moment to look, inspect, ponder and touch in any way that is not directly related to me putting the bandages right back on.
Some days of late have ended in a stand off, I've been able to do the bare minimum and she's stopped me from digging and the discomfort it creates.
Unfortunately it's the battle for her digits that I'm not in any way interested in losing.
Yet her toes are going going.....
No Drugs Required, right I was on track from something. Got side tracked.
It's been a small grade down to today where she's had none. We've done this before and I've regretted it, but she wasn't like she is now. She has an awareness that I don't think I saw in her before and the start of her ability to push through pain and go for it what ever it is.
We walked out to a beach near here.
There are two dykes built up.
One to contain and push Vancouver's sewage way out into the ocean and the other to contain the great Frazer River's north arm. The one that's the poop shoot is paved and has a parking lot full of people wandering it's high thin banks to it's terminus and back with the constant deep thuderous roar of jets making their way across the planet. The other has a gate not stroller friendly, nor a path stroller friendly or a few hundred meters of river and ocean debris of piled boats and logs very view friendly, but once one breaks through, it's sand and stunning beauty.
After a KM or so pulling a stroller backward through soft sand with a lump of sleeping child we came to an area open and interesting enough that I could fish and the kids could play and Ren could, well not be concerned or irritated I was fishing.
Once the turkey woke it was everything 1 year ago we'd be losing our minds over. Raquel playing in the sand making castles and so effective was she that her older sister had to join in. In any event she was determined to climb on logs and balance 3' up from certain EB nightmares and she had a blast. She didn't care her knees were crusty and raw or her feet either. Only that she was part of the gang and making all of it.
|Her typical investigative squat. We're always on her not to kneel.|
|The castle before Coco discovered it.|
|My usual ten finger salute. 'get lost dad'|