Loathing Fear in Chico

Here is a great picture of Bean at the park this morning splashing in the water that was pooling up in the bottom of the giant sandbox.  It has a faucet up on top of a little hill that sends water cascading down the rock structure and into the sand below.  She absolutely loved it.  And although it was a bit warm today for the month of September (9 degrees over the norm I heard), it was a great park visit.  I thought we were in for a great day.  Boy, was I wrong!

I had to return the rental van from this weekend's debate trip, which meant moving Bean's car seat from our car into the 12 passenger, driving to Enterprise and sitting around for about a 1/2 hour waiting for a ride home.  Bean was actually really good during the wait, but it was still a wait I could have done without.  Especially when my phone died as soon as I sat down, so I couldn't access email or get anything done while I was there.  We finally got a ride home and I really thought that Bean would take a nap, but it just wasn't in the cards.  It seems more and more that she goes without a nap unless she is driven somewhere for a long enough time that she falls asleep.  Which happened a couple of hours later when I was taking her to Kids Park to drop her off.

Last time she was at Kids Park, I left her there for a longer time than usual (about 4 hours total) because I had two work meetings in one morning.  She attended their pre-school from 9 - 10:30 am and that went well, but afterwards, during open play, I guess she was running and bumped heads with another kid and just lost it.  I got a call as I was going into my second meeting saying she was crying and could not be consoled and asking what they could do.  Since I was on my way into a meeting, I was caught off guard and could think of nothing.  Great mom, huh?  Can't think of one thing that consoles my child.  Well, I actually thought of the bottle, because that definitely consoles her.  But, because we have gone to only three bottles a day, I had not taken one with her because her afternoon bottle is not due until 2 p.m. and I would be picking her up at 1 p.m.  I also had forgot to pack a pacifier or any other comforting item.  So, she cried and screamed and threw things I guess.  She finally calmed down after about 10 minutes and she was fine when I went to get her.  BUT...she has a memory like a steel trap and once something settles in there its hard to get rid of it.  So, she has been whining a bit every time I bring up Kids Park.  I really should have known better, but I thought she would get there and realize how fun it is.  I also knew she was super tired today, but I had no other child care options and needed to go to work.  So, I dropped her off about 3:20 pm and headed into work for my 4 p.m. class.  At about 3:45 pm my office phone rang and I immediately recognized the number as Kids Park.  My heart sank...

Sure enough, she had got upset about being left there (even though when I left, she was happy to see me go and gave me a kiss and said good bye...20 minutes earlier...).  This time though, she cried so hard that she made herself sick.  This has been a Bean trait since early on in returning home from the hospital.  It kept me from making her sleep in her crib - the cry it out method made her puke.  And really, she would cry hard enough to throw up even if I was sitting there and just wouldn't pick her up.  She has thrown up in her big girl bed a couple of times from crying so hard.  If I sit and blow in her face repeatedly when she gets that upset, I can usually stop the regurgitation from happening.  But, you can't really make that part of your day care instructions - right?  So, I left work - at first panicking because I thought she was really sick.  I mean stomach flu would be disastrous right now, and she has been sleeping really poorly the last couple of nights.  So, I thought the worse - because FEAR is a constant in my life.  Although we have been incredibly lucky in her not getting sick at all since the transplant (knock on wood), she is on immuno-suppressants and she has not had her flu shot yet this year.  So, I panicked.  It could have also been the fact that I went to bed at around midnight last night and woke up around 5:00 a.m. this morning, with a wake up scream/cry or two from Bean in the midst of that five hours.  I swear that R.E.M. is only a band name from my youth and not some type of restful sleep that I reach every night.  I feel as though sleep deprivation may be reaching extremes...and the exhaustion makes me act like a hormonal crazy person.  So, I cried, cancelled class and went to Kids Park to get her.  She was still crying when I arrived.  Her face was puffy and red and she was clearly miserable.  But, she had no fever, she was breathing fine and she immediately perked up when she saw me.  She complained of her ear hurting when we were walking to the car, said that she didn't want me at work, and promptly said she wanted french fries.  At this point, I am definitely not happy.  I feel guilty - why didn't I just hire her babysitter to come over - who she loves?  To save $2.50 an hour?  To "socialize" her, when I am convinced that much of that socialization is just teaching her bad habits like screaming, saying no defiantly or "mine" constantly?  Really, I kind of thought it was a fun place and she seems bored at home so much of the time.  But, I think Kids Park is off the list of places to leave her for a little while.  I just think she's going to be slow to reach a certain level of independence.

And, I guess that's okay.  She was, after all, laying in a hospital bed hooked up to machines and unable to be held or cuddled or loved on for almost the first five months of her life.  But, every time I hear myself saying that or read it as I write it, I think I sound like one of those crazy people who justifies their ridiculous actions by saying that it is because of something that is really not related to the other thing.  I mean, what if the crying until she throws up is just a thing she does because she knows it allows her to get her way?  It seems really extreme...and when she is in the midst of one of these episodes, she really does look uncontrolled.  She looks like she can't stop crying and is really in the middle of something painful.  So, I can't imagine that she does it on purpose.  But, heck, I could just be taken for a ride.  Who knows?  All I know is that I still have the FEAR in the pit of my stomach anytime she even seems like she may be getting sick.  And I LOATHE that FEAR!  But, its not going to go away.  It will never really go away.  Its kind of like a toothache that is always there, but you get so used to it that it doesn't bother you until something cold hits it and then its this shooting pain that is unbearable for a temporary period.  Today was something cold hitting that dull fear and it became unbearable for a temporary period.  But, now its over and we're back to the normal dull fear - we'll go to the eye doctor tomorrow and visit the pediatrician just to make sure nothing serious is going on and next week we'll go to Stanford for clinic and I will hope and trust that everything will come back fine and we will continue on. But, that fear is still there.

Another family that is on a pediatric heart transplant email list with me got a shot of that sharp pain today and it won't be as temporary for them.  Their son, who is now 13, received a heart transplant as an infant and now needs not only a new heart but a new liver as well.  My heart goes out to them...I can relate to their pain.  And I dread the day that I will have to deal with something similar.  And maybe we never will - maybe our luck will hold out and Bean will keep this heart for 20+ years.  But, I guess the point is, we won't know...

Anyways - she is doing well now and I think she is really healthy.  I think just like she is growing physically a bit more slowly than others, she is also growing emotionally a bit more slowly than others and she has hit her point of separation anxiety.  She has also started to show some signs of the "terrible twos" as she gets closer to her third birthday.  So, we may just be running a bit behind schedule with some of these typical "milestones" the parenting books and magazines talk about.  We shall see.  But, for now, we'll just keep on dancing...