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Feb. 5th, 2009 09:18 pmI am happy to say that I made it to my parents house and back with my baby in tow. Yay! We had a lot of fun, for the most part, although my poor Evie had a little too much fun and she conked out within minutes of being in the car, and stayed asleep/went back to sleep when we got home.I fear for what time she'll wake up tomorrow.
The afternoon was less fun than the morning, as I got kicked out of diabetes class. My mom had a diabetes education class at three, which she said was open to the family of the diabetic, and that it wouldn't take long. I had serious reservations about this idea. First, it wasn't exactly something I was excited about going to, but I was willing to go anyway with no problem, to support my mom. (She's had diabetes for eight years, but she didn't finish the [private] classes then, and her doctor suggested that she do them now.) Second, it would be pushing it to expect Evelyn to behave for something like that under any circumstances, but we woke her up early this morning and she hadn't napped, so she was already in a lousy mood. Third, I was planning on leaving town at 4:30 and needed to go back to their house before I could leave (they were all riding in my car) and I needed to get gas and stuff. Then I realized that the class was actually IN the hospital. I haven't taken E to the hospital for any reason since she was born, even when there were people there to visit, because I don't want her exposed to a bunch of nasty stuff. Anyway, Chatty Cathy, RN, was half an hour late starting the appointment, and she just kept going over the same things over and over. Evelyn was truly awe-inspiringly terrible. She was adamant about NOT sitting with Mommy. She didn't want to write. She didn't want to sit with Mom, Dad or my niece. She didn't want to stand. She didn't want to sit in my chair without me. She wanted to climb up on the television rack. She wanted to press the buttons on the microwave (beep! beep!) She threw a huge stack of napkins away. She played with the Splenda. She was headed for the sharps/biohazard trash can (with the large hole on top, perfect for little hands....) before I grabbed her in the nick of time. She ran behind the desk. She threw herself onto the floor. She shrieked her displeasure. She arched her back. She grabbed things. She hit me. She licked a sucker, and then dropped it on the table. I mean, truly a work of art. I thought about taking her out, but then I felt bad about running out on my mom, and the nurse has assured us that she had grandkids and completely understood. Plus, though she did a bit of shrieking upon occasion, for the most part, she wasn't terribly loud, at least.. just trying to run wild. Anyway, the woman finally told me to take her outside in the waiting room because there would be plenty of space for her to run. I know, I know, I'm making you wonder why I was surprised at all when clearly, my child was a disruption to society, etc etc, but I was really at a loss for words. Two minutes earlier, she had told us again that she was fine. They didn't get out of there until 4:45. UGH.
It was six before I managed to leave my parents house, so I got to drive home in the dark after all. Since E slept, it worked out alright anyway. To be honest, she behaved worse than I expected on the way up. I am still planning on making the occasional trip up by myself, maybe, but probably for a special occasion, only. Entirely too much hassle for the average da... even discounting being thrown out of class.
The afternoon was less fun than the morning, as I got kicked out of diabetes class. My mom had a diabetes education class at three, which she said was open to the family of the diabetic, and that it wouldn't take long. I had serious reservations about this idea. First, it wasn't exactly something I was excited about going to, but I was willing to go anyway with no problem, to support my mom. (She's had diabetes for eight years, but she didn't finish the [private] classes then, and her doctor suggested that she do them now.) Second, it would be pushing it to expect Evelyn to behave for something like that under any circumstances, but we woke her up early this morning and she hadn't napped, so she was already in a lousy mood. Third, I was planning on leaving town at 4:30 and needed to go back to their house before I could leave (they were all riding in my car) and I needed to get gas and stuff. Then I realized that the class was actually IN the hospital. I haven't taken E to the hospital for any reason since she was born, even when there were people there to visit, because I don't want her exposed to a bunch of nasty stuff. Anyway, Chatty Cathy, RN, was half an hour late starting the appointment, and she just kept going over the same things over and over. Evelyn was truly awe-inspiringly terrible. She was adamant about NOT sitting with Mommy. She didn't want to write. She didn't want to sit with Mom, Dad or my niece. She didn't want to stand. She didn't want to sit in my chair without me. She wanted to climb up on the television rack. She wanted to press the buttons on the microwave (beep! beep!) She threw a huge stack of napkins away. She played with the Splenda. She was headed for the sharps/biohazard trash can (with the large hole on top, perfect for little hands....) before I grabbed her in the nick of time. She ran behind the desk. She threw herself onto the floor. She shrieked her displeasure. She arched her back. She grabbed things. She hit me. She licked a sucker, and then dropped it on the table. I mean, truly a work of art. I thought about taking her out, but then I felt bad about running out on my mom, and the nurse has assured us that she had grandkids and completely understood. Plus, though she did a bit of shrieking upon occasion, for the most part, she wasn't terribly loud, at least.. just trying to run wild. Anyway, the woman finally told me to take her outside in the waiting room because there would be plenty of space for her to run. I know, I know, I'm making you wonder why I was surprised at all when clearly, my child was a disruption to society, etc etc, but I was really at a loss for words. Two minutes earlier, she had told us again that she was fine. They didn't get out of there until 4:45. UGH.
It was six before I managed to leave my parents house, so I got to drive home in the dark after all. Since E slept, it worked out alright anyway. To be honest, she behaved worse than I expected on the way up. I am still planning on making the occasional trip up by myself, maybe, but probably for a special occasion, only. Entirely too much hassle for the average da... even discounting being thrown out of class.
