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A fun thing about my kids getting older is listening to their recolections of things that happened when they were younger.
Recently our daughter was asking me about her 48 hour EEG. To her it was apparently a pretty pleasant memory of unlimited screen time, eating in bed and being introduced to the wonders of Crayola's air dry clay. (Via the art cart.) Not mentioned- the glue that stayed in her hair for a week because she could only take so much of me using acetone on her at one time or the fact that she was terrified of the guy whose job it was to refil the diode goo as it dried up. (He had this huge syringe like thing that he had to use on the diodes which were on her head so you can hardly blame her for being leery.) I'm glad for the way she recalls the ordeal. Children are amazingly resilliant. And I'm grateful for all the tests and medical procedures that she doesn't remember.
Like the time she had to be knocked out for an MRI and it took four nurses to get the IV into her. Whatever blessed drug they gave her that day had an amnesiac affect and by the time she woke up she didn't even remember dropping our son off at school before we went to the hospital. All she took away from that event, even on the very day it happened was her a Barbie doll (a freebie from the Children's hospital. Whoever it was who donated that Barbie, you forever have a place in my heart.)
Recently our daughter was asking me about her 48 hour EEG. To her it was apparently a pretty pleasant memory of unlimited screen time, eating in bed and being introduced to the wonders of Crayola's air dry clay. (Via the art cart.) Not mentioned- the glue that stayed in her hair for a week because she could only take so much of me using acetone on her at one time or the fact that she was terrified of the guy whose job it was to refil the diode goo as it dried up. (He had this huge syringe like thing that he had to use on the diodes which were on her head so you can hardly blame her for being leery.) I'm glad for the way she recalls the ordeal. Children are amazingly resilliant. And I'm grateful for all the tests and medical procedures that she doesn't remember.
Like the time she had to be knocked out for an MRI and it took four nurses to get the IV into her. Whatever blessed drug they gave her that day had an amnesiac affect and by the time she woke up she didn't even remember dropping our son off at school before we went to the hospital. All she took away from that event, even on the very day it happened was her a Barbie doll (a freebie from the Children's hospital. Whoever it was who donated that Barbie, you forever have a place in my heart.)