It’s been a while. There’s been quite a lot happening, but also
not much happening, if that makes any sense.
I’m going to try
an easy slide back into posting with a few different thoughts.
Sometimes I wonder
how having a kid with a life threatening illness will affect the
childhood of said child and their sibling. I don’t know if it will
do anything long-term, only time will tell, but do I have a couple of
observations for the present:
J is a master at
spotting the blue H signs that signify a hospital. Almost anywhere we
go, he’ll notice one and say “look, hospital!”. Somehow I don’t
think he’d be so attuned to the signs if so much of our lives in
the past year-and-a-half hadn’t been spent going to hospitals for
bloodwork, and chemotherapy with his brother.
We have a toy
medical kit at home. It was bought for J when he was younger, but now
E will play with it as well. There’s a toy syringe in the kit, and
you’d expect most kids to play with it by pretending to give
themselves a shot in the arm. With E? No way. Everything he knows
about syringes is that they’re filled with medicine, or medicine
dissolved in liquids. Then the syringes are used to administer this
medication orally. Naturally, when E is playing with the toy syringe
from the toy medical kit, he’ll come up to us and stick it in our
mouths, because that’s where syringes go, according to his
experiences.
When we first moved to Toronto for Victoria, our youngest was 18 months old. We drove across the country which means we stayed at a dozen motels over a 2 weeks periods. We discovered during the trip, and after, that the kids, especially the youngest, were very good at spotting motels signs on the side of the roads. That slowly faded away. And 13 years later I don't see any side effects of that period and in them:)
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