I hope everyone had a wonderful 4th of July. Ours was wonderful and we got to see both sides of the family. Even in the heat, we (by we, I mean Sweet Girl because all I did was help as best as I could) did great with sensory issues. Frozen strawberry fruit bars can go a long way on a really hot day. 🙂 Especially when there isn’t a swimming pool in sight. Everything went really well until Uncles and Male Cousin brought out the fireworks. The kids in general were a little anxious because they all remember the summer that one of the fireworks went rogue and hit me and Sweet Girl in the leg, shooting through our chairs on the lawn.
We prepped Sweet Girl about it, to which she informed me that she wanted to go home before the fireworks started. I told her that we could go in the house, but we’re at Nonna’s and her sisters and Daddy wanted to see the fireworks and it wouldn’t be fair to make them leave. Therefore, our option was to go in the house. We wouldn’t have to hear them or see them and she could eat more frozen fruit bars.
She asked some questions and I told her what to expect, and she decided to stay outside and be brave.
However, Sweet Girl wasn’t quite expecting the loudness and brightness and largeness of the display this year even with the warnings, and even though we were at a safe distance away, and although we prepared her, she pretty much freaked the fuck out.
It broke my heart. She lost all sense of direction and was trying to keep track of where the fireworks in the sky were while skuttling to safety. I made sure to get her and hold her close, asking her again if she wanted to go in the house. She was adamant that she wanted to remain outside. I think that maybe it was to make sure that we were all safe. She stayed on my lap and kept herself covered, but she was certain that the sky was falling.
When it was over, she whispered in my ear,
“We are NEVER. Doing. That. AGAIN.”
And then some neighbors shot off what sounded like cannons and a metric shit-ton of professional fireworks. I nearly had a heart attack myself, and there’s Sweet Girl holding her head again like the sky was falling. Parenting Fail on the 4th of July.
For all of our preparations, it just didn’t work out. No amount of ear plugs worked either. She handled herself really well, considering. She was insistent that she would do it and spend time with the family, and be part of the tradition, and she did it.
She fell asleep almost right away when we got home and didn’t seem at all traumatized, but the day did catch up with her today. She did great at summer school but we pushed our luck taking her shopping. She wanted to go, and I had a second thought I should have listened to, but didn’t. Parenting fail. The store ended up being a very bad idea, and the Dead Boneless Child made an appearance. Yeah, so. I felt terrible for her. Saying “no” to a much wanted toy that we just couldn’t afford always breaks my heart with any of my children.
On the way home I remembered that she had to get a blood test. She mocked me using a voice that’s stereotypical for mocking, which made the flobotomist laugh quietly. When we got into the exam room, Sweet Girl got quiet except to squeak out,
“I don’t want to do this!”
But she got up on the chair anyway because she wanted to be brave and she still hated me at that moment, and was still muttering epithets under her breath.
The flobotomist showed her the rubber arm thingie… thing… and the needle.
“So, honey, would you like to sit on your mommy’s lap now?”
She hopped off and shoved me into the chair.
“Is that going into my… hey, she’s going to poke… hey, that’s sharp… OW… that hur… WHOA! LOOK AT ALL MY BLOOD! How much are you going to take? What are those called? Whoa, look at that tube! Wow, look at ALL MY BLOOD! THAT’S ALL MY BLOOD!”
In the meantime, Darling Girl is right outside of the room and the door is closed, and she’s calling,
“Hey! Can I see all the blood? I want to see! What’s going on in there? Is it like zombies?”
“No, you can’t come in, I’m working on your sister.”
“Oh man! I want to see the blood! Is it dark? What color is it? My mom said blood is blue before air touches it!”
“Whoa, that bandage is orange! I’m done! I’m NEVER. Doing. That. Again.”
“It was a pleasure, ma’am. Your kids are awesome.”