The Butt of Doom…

It invaded our house. It’s actually not uncommon, but it almost always occurs with Molly. She has VERY sensitive skin and tops it off with acidic excrements (all kinds)…which leads to many open-sore-in-an-instant diaper rashes.

Soooo….last night I got very little good sleep. I went to bed late, too late (I’d been out Christmas shopping for DH so when I got home I had to get in some required puter time so I didn’t go into W/Ds). I crashed on the couch because the night before my snoring had kept me and DH both up (me because he elbows me to get me to stop…so I sleep little). Sooo, I crashed on the couch. Hard.

4AM screams rip through me like a shot. Wake me up little by little. Loud.Violent.Bloody-murder.screams. You’d think Kennedy was being attacked. Molly soon joined in.

I go into their room. K is immediately on her feet reaching for me. M is still laying down, but I check her…she’s soaking wet. I pick them both up and take them into the living room and give them bottles. Grab new sleepers for both and begin changing.

K has the butt of doom. In the dark, lit only by the TV infomercial (it’s a softer light) I can see how bad it is. Oy. Poor baby. I feel so bad for her…she can’t even eat when I’m cleaning it hurts so bad…and it illicits more screams. I finish her up as fast as I can, turn to Molly. She’s FINE. Just overly wet. I swear the kid pees more at night than she does ALL.DAY.LONG!!!

Sooo…my poor little one has the butt of doom and it afforded me NO sleep. By the time I got them cleaned up, dried up, and laid back down it was nearly 5AM. DH came out and woke me up at 6AM to ask me what the screaming had been about. DS got up and ready for school…DH got ready for work…all with me on the couch. DH tried to get me to go into the bedroom since he was up, but I hadn’t the energy to make the trek down the hall *lol*

They leave, and the girls are up, playing, screaming (not in pain now, in play)…giggling…

So I’m working on VERY LITTLE sleep….*thunk*

The Queen is a B-….

Okay, so I’d never ACTUALLY call my daughter that…or maybe I would…but I’m digressing.

I’m so very not used to this. Denver was (forgive me for saying) the “perfect” child. He never had terrible twos, three’s, or any age. He acts up at the start of every school year…otherwise he’s a great kid. As a child temper tantrums were VERY rare…I never feared going out in public.

Molly is silent 90% of the time. When she was a baby the overstimulation would send her screaming if we went to a restaurant…but mostly I don’t have to worry about her freaking otu in public anymore. She acts incredibly shy. And now, since she’s started preschool a new social side is coming out around people she’s familiar with.

Kennedy. Well, she’s my little B-…snot-nosed brat. And yes, I DO mean snot-nosed.

Yesterday I tried to go shopping. Little One decided she didn’t want to go shopping…much less in Old Navy. Threw a SCREAMING fit. I had her in one of those carts they have…she kept THROWING herself back into the hard plastic seat. Joy.

We left Old Navy, went to The Children’s Place (I have a thing with Children’s place I’ll have to post later)…no carts there, so she threw herself on the floor. MARVELOUS.

Today was PT. She REFUSED to do anything PT…period. Threw huge big screaming hissy fits. Threw herself on the ground. On the couch. Threw toys. Screamed. Threw her head into me.

We finally got her to do some OT activities amid screaming fits. As the therapist was writing her notes, I gave K a little backrub…she had knots from head to toe. After that…guess what? The PT started cleaning up…and K started doing PT activities!!! She was climbing the steps the PT brought.

Yeah. The Little B-…er, Little One decided NOW was a good time…

Snot nosed little brat.

Figures…with three kids I had to expect ONE of them to be a punk.

The Orthopedist yesterday…

I have so many posts to make and so little time/space to do it. I feel like if I post everything I’ll overrun all of you with posts. I think there will seriously be 3 posts today on different subjects. If it’s too much, tell me. I’ll try to narrow posts down on upcoming days! (I’ve been trying in the past, but it’s tough some days!!) Anyway…onto the doctor’s appointment…

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We took K to the Orthopedist. This was on the reccommendation of our Physical Therapist. Currently K is receiving PT for hyoptonia among other issues. She wanted us to go see an Ortho just to make sure that she didn’t need further “Assistance” in overcoming the issues she’s having. (She walks like a chimpanzee, her foot turns in, her left leg is 1/4″ shorter…)

I must say that it was the shortest, most concise appointment I have ever been to out of ANY specialist that I’ve seen. There was no weight taken. No height measurement. We were taken to a room. Five minutes later the doctor came in shook our hands (PAINFULLY strong grip, BTW), and asked us what was going on. He looked over her feet and her legs, asked us to have her walk a bit for him.

After a 5-10 minute appointment he basically said nothing needed to be done. He even came close to saying that PT wasn’t required (HUH?). He said she had Tibial Torsion, and explained how she was compensating for it. He said she’d “probably” outgrow it by the time she was four. If she didn’t outgrow it by then, we’d have to take measures. He also said he believed she’d outgrow her hypotonia.

We can only hope at this point. We were in and out of the appointment in an hour. And while I felt secure that he was knowledgable, I just am not as optomistic after it as I thought I’d be. I still have a gut feeling that her issue goes beyond simple Tibial Torsion…Her hypotonia is truly what worries me…the concern that she won’t ever learn to do things the “right” way…and will spend her whole life compensating. But apparently at this age it’s yet ANOTHER waiting game…wait until she’s four and THEN worry…

Um, no…I’ll worry now, thanks.

Terminology Tuesday

Talk about just under the wire!!! Quick TT for today…something I learned about at the Orthopedic (more on that appointment tomorrow)
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Tibial Torsion

Tibial torsion is an inward twisting of the shin bones. Tibial torsion causes the child’s feet to turn inward, or have what is also known as a “pigeon-toed” appearance. It is typically seen among toddlers.

Tibial torsion generally corrects itself by age 4. In the rare cases that it does not correct itself, surgery may be required.

Blogroll

It’s time I shared the love, don’t you think? The following blogs are blogs I visit every day that I am on my computer (which is just about every day). Most of them I found through NaBloPoMo…others were random luck, or connections from other blogs. Please visit them…these women always make me smile!

Are We There Yet
Aspergertopia
Beta Mom’s Blog
Boy Crazy
Canned Laughter
Crooked Eyebrow
Draco’s Rose
A Historic Moment in the Life
Imaginary Binky
LaLa Girl – Twinfinite Chaos
Moosh in Indy
Momisodes
MotherBumper
Mothering Times
Navel Gazing at its Finest
Oh, the Joys
Ordinary Days
Playgroups are No Place For Children
Sarcastic Mom
Soapy Water
Sorta Crunchy
Sparks and Butterflies
Turtleheart Cove