Spectrummy Mummy

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Piece of Cake

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I promise this last post is going to be the last possible one I eke out of our visit to paediatric* cardiology.

Now, you may have gathered from the last post that I was flying solo at this appointment, but that is not true.  I’d sent Spectrummy Daddy details of our appointment on our shared calendar.  He is so busy at work right now, I wasn’t hopeful, but our hero managed to save the day.  Though we felt certain there wasn’t anything wrong with her heart, the last two years have taught us not to take anything for granted.  I was pleased to have him near.  You never know how much you need to hold a loved one’s hand until you’re in a doctor’s office getting bad news.

He’d had to go back to the car for his insurance card (mine having been squirreled away somewhere by the kids), which was parked some distance away in the only bit if shade we could find from the 99F heat.  When he returned after the concessions had been made, I informed him that he would stay in the waiting room while I went with Pudding.  There was no way we’d get her to be still if Cubby was in the room too.

I’d called ahead to inform them that Pudding has an ASD and ADHD, and the nurse who entered seemed to have been told that message.  She was soft-spoken and gentle, and gave Pudding time to warm up before asking me to remove her dress.  She let Pudding explore all the equipment, and told her exactly what was going to happen at each step.  She solicited Pudding’s help in matching the right colour to the right tab, which is always a good way to get my kid on side.  We had no problems getting the wires placed on her, but she was just as keen to remove them.  I retrieved a lollipop from my bag of tricks to give her fingers something to do.  It was pink, she was happy.

I was surprised at he speedy the whole process was, and the nurse announced moments later that the EKG was finished.  I thanked the nurse for her efforts, and told her I appreciated how smoothly it went.

“Yes, she did great!  It was a piece of…[No, don’t say it lady, please don’t say it!]…cake.”

Oh no.  Could this please, please be one of those times when Pudding is in her own world and not listening to the conversation?  Nope, she is looking, I’m sure she heard the nurse.  At least could there have been a massive leap in her linguistic skills, so that she understands idiom.  Because if my girl takes that literally, I don’t have cake in my bag of tricks.  I don’t even have cake at home.  I’m going to be in trouble here, and nothing in my bag of tricks is going to make up for (what she considers) a reward rescinded.

“Mummy, I want cake!  Where’s the cake?  May I have a pink cupcake, please?”

Drat.  And the ensuing refusal to leave the doctor’s office upon her cake ransom going unmet is they very reason I consented to a trip to American Guilt.  That day was anything but a piece of cake!

* No, spell-check, you’re wrong, I’m right!

Written by Spectrummy Mummy

July 15, 2011 at 9:08 am

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  1. We use easy peasy lemon squeezy, which doesn’t have the same attraction as cake! Glad the testing went well, and I appreciate your spelling!
    Kimberly 🙂


    July 15, 2011 at 9:18 am

  2. Hi! I’m stopping in from the SN blog hop. My son has Williams syndrome and with that, aortic valve stenosis and various other physical issues. I have spent many hours attempting to manage both him and his older brother in doctor appointments on my own so I can so relate to you happiness that your partner was there to help! Those visits with two adults are so much better! Fortunately (I guess), my little guy is too young (and speech delayed) to get hung up on rewards – but I know my time is coming! Sounds like you ended up handling it just fine 😉

  3. Hi! I am hopping over from the blog hop as well… I started reading your blog and couldn’t quite stop. I don’t know exactly how many of your posts I’ve now read- but I love your writing style and message! Wonderful!!

    We have spent a lot of time with our guy, who is considerably older than your sweet girl, teaching him about “plan B” and that “sometimes things don’t go as planned… but that is ok… because we have a plan B…” I am wondering if your daughter might be ready to begin to work with you on this concept. We did lots of out-loud sharing of our own self-talk and problem-solving skills. We referred to ourselves as “Problem Solvers” and our guy started to see himself in this way as well. We made plans, and then ahead of time we planned an alternative… just in case. “What will we do if….?? Let’s make a plan B together…” And then if !!??!! came to pass – we were able to say-” Oh my… something these things happen… I guess we are so lucky we have a plan B”

    We also made a game of collecting ridiculous idioms and reading as many stories as possible with figurative language. Amelia Bedelia is actually a pretty good starting place for stories with figurative language…

    Anyway… hope this might be helpful…

    You are amazing! Keep posting… I will keep reading!!

    Leah Kelley

    July 17, 2011 at 2:53 pm

    • Thank you so much! I definitely need to add a couple of Amelia Badelia books to our collection, she might just be ready. Thanks for the suggestion! 🙂

      Spectrummy Mummy

      July 19, 2011 at 5:53 am

  4. […] July, we found that concessions could be a piece of cake…but it will only lead to feeling guilty.  Pudding had her last day at preschool, and I […]

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