The Missing Turquoise Socks

It occurred to me a couple weeks ago that we had not seen the beloved turquoise socks for a while. I wondered what had become of them. I thought that one of the kids might have carried her clean laundry up with the socks tucked in between. I made a mental note to go through Kimmie's clothes looking for the socks.

It's a little thing, but something that brings her joy. So much of what makes her happy is simple little things.

Before I went through all her clothes we discovered a couple pair of socks behind her bed. And one was the turquise pair she loves so much.

The socks went into the laundry and as soon as they were clean again they went on her feet. She had been searching for them in her drawer off and on during the time they went missing.

--Mom

A Day at the Hospital

This past Monday Kimmie had an MRI of her spine, under sedation.

Poor little Kimmie.

We let her sleep until it was time to leave for the hospital. Then we wisked her out of bed, put clean clothes on her and hustled her out to the van. No food or drink allowed at that point.

She was hopeful, hopeful that we were going on vacation. . . . Nope.

As we drove closer to the hospital we passed the baseball field. She signed baseball game. . . . Nope.

By now she was getting a little worried. As we arrived at the hospital and pulled into the parking garage, the wimpering began along with lots of "no" signs.

She did pretty good in the waiting room. She just looked like she was fretting and worrying. Every time we had to get up and move to a different location the wimpering would start.

The wrist band they put on all hospital patients upsets her, too many memories. We always have them put it on her ankle (she can't reach it as easily to rip it off.)

Poor little Kimmie.

The nurse who came in to take her vitals was not very well received. One of the things Kimmie hates is the bandaid like thing they wrap around her index finger to monitor her oxygen level. It looks like a bandaid, one of her big phobias.

The blood pressure cuff sends her into hysterics. I don't think anyone has ever been able to get a reading until after she's sedated. Having that thing squeeze her arm gets her fighting so hard that nothing registers.

The nurse who was doing the sedation did receive a hug, but it was pitiful since Kimmie was sobbing.

Kimmie was a good girl about drinking the medicine they brought her, and once that was in her the IV was put in without any struggle.

When Kimmie woke up after the MRI, everything came off pretty quickly. It was either that or she was going to rip it all off. I think she was more worked up about the bandaid like oxygen thing than the IV.

As soon as we were in the car she started pulling at the ankle band, so we cut that off of her. She repeatedly checked her ankle to make sure it was gone and has spent most of the week telling us the blood pressure cuff is off . . . gone . . . No, No, No.

Now we wait, and wait, until July 8 when we will get the results.

--Mom

Kimmie's New Best Friend

Kimmie has a new best friend. He hasn't replaced Brown Bear, but he is going everywhere right along with Brown Bear.

Kimmie came home from school last Friday with a new Pooh Bear. She "earned" it at school. It's a beanie size Pooh and fits in the palm of her hand.

She has taken him to bed with her every night. She wants him every morning. She took him to horseback riding on Saturday and church on Sunday.

She has two others just like him that she has had for years, but they are part of the mass of stuffed animals, mostly bears, that she has.

This one is special because she earned him. She is proud of him.

--Mom