Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Not the Center


I had to take her with us.


It was spring break, I had both kids and no daycare.

The Mayor had to go to his occupational therapy appointment so he could work on repairing the nerve damage in his hand.


The Rooster had to come too.

Of course she wanted to do everything The Mayor did but
the physical therapist wouldn't allow it.

She wouldn't let poor Rooster... join in any hand therapy games.

[Oh, I keeeell myself.]

Rooster couldn't touch anything in the therapist's full-tilt, super-fun, play gym.

As any two and a half year old would, The Rooster became frustrated after hearing the word "NO!" so frequently.

I wanted to watch The Mayor's treatment, but I finally had to take The Rooster out of the room.

I headed for the bathroom because, well... I had to go.

[I should have kegeled.]

Once we were in the bathroom with the door closed, The Rooster burst into tears.

She sobbed and sobbed as if in dire anguish.

"What's wrong, Roo? What happened?" I asked, worried that she had somehow hurt herself.

"Her... her... her...," she gasped.

"Tell me," I coaxed.

"Her... is not... paying... attention... to meeeeee!!!"

Oh, my sweet muffin.



[BTW---The Mayor is making great progress. His hand therapy visits have been reduced from twice to just once
per week. He needs to re-build his overall arm and hand strength, but he's largely mended. We can finally exhale.]


53 comments:

Jennifer said...

Oh my god, that is such good news! I've been thinking about you and The Mayor and hoping that things were going well.
And poor Rooster! Hugs are in order!

Shannon said...

Great news about the Mayor :D

I understand about Rooster. It's hard to cope with being ignored.

Kelly said...

Kudos to the Mayor. I'm sure that exhalation feels so good!

And I can't imagine being 2 and having to restrain myself from playing with a room full of fun stuff. Poor babe.

zellmer said...

Yay for The Mayor.

Glad to hear he's on the mend.

cce said...

I totally get Rooster...hate it when I'm not getting my props whether it's from My Better Half or my tennis coach or the admissions trolls at the BU writer's workshop. I'm just so jealous she can still articulate the thing that moves her.

Law Student Hot Mama said...

Poor kid. Ms. Physical Therapist must not have small children . . . you gotta at least give them a few seconds of acknowledgement, damnit!

Glad Mayor is doing well!

WILLIAM said...

I am glad to hear that Mayor is recovering. I am surprised that the the Roo did not try to hurt her own hand so she could play.

Mahala said...

I'm thankful the Mayor is doing better. It's so scary when something like that happens to the wee ones.

THE MOM BOMB said...

"kids . . . spring break . . . no daycare" . . . GIANT SHUDDER.

LadyBugCrossing said...

Awww... the poor sweet thing.

Circus Kelli said...

Glad to hear the good news about the Mayor! Yay!

Poor Rooster... ((hugs))

Ivy Brown said...

Excellent news re: Mayor!

bzybead said...

fantastic news on the mayor . . . and for the roo, oh how I hate not being the center of attention. Pay attention to me!!! Hello????

furiousBall said...

speedy recovery to the Mayor and i'm kegeling as i write this.

Amy said...

I'm so glad you posted this! I was worried about The Mayor and I'm very relieved to hear he's mending! Wa-hoo!

You keeeel me too!

Meg said...

Great news about the Mayor! Seems like the physical therapist should know about the psychological and have a play area for siblings.

urban-urchin said...

awww- bless her- she is a sweetheart isn't she?

Rachel said...

That is a lot to ask of a two-year-old. Poor thing.

I'm happy to hear The Mayor is healing well. What a relief it must be.

Backpacking Dad said...

Ha!

I'm growing one of those. She stares at old people confusedly if they don't make faces at her.

Jenifer said...

Glad to hear the Mayor's hand/arm is on the mend. Poor Roo it is hard when no one pays attention to you or lets you play. You are telling me there wasn't one small squeeze ball she could have held?

Kyla said...

Oh yeah. BubTar is older than Roo, but even HE had a hard time if he wasn't allowed to participate in therapy. Luckily, all of KayTar's therapists understood this and included him, too. His favorite was OT, because it was the equivalent of SNACK THERAPY.

LaskiGal said...

Good news about The Mayor!!! Poor Rooster . . . ice cream and toy of choice are my prescription . . . after smothering hugs, of course.

Um. "I should have kegeled." hee heeeee. Dang, those things come in handy. That sounded weird, didn't it?

liv said...

as someone who has done this drill for 2 years with a second child in tow, i will tell you that it gets better. and there actually came a day when i was reading Vogue, sipping a diet coke, blabbing on the phone and watching my girl make chaos in the rehab waiting room while the boy had his therapy.

Jen M. said...

What wonderful news about his arm. And that woman should have let poor Rooster play. Geeze.

carrie said...

I'm glad The Mayor's doing better and I know what you mean about other kids not being the center of attention.

I had to take mine to their brother's baseball game . . . alone . . . in the rain.

I've never heard so much complaining IN MY LIFE!

Thalia's Child said...

Awesome news about The Mayor! Yay!


Poor Rooster though... It's a rude awakening to find out the world is not all about you at any age, but at hers, it must be devastating.

Craze said...

Poor little Rooster just wanted some extra attention too huh? Glad the Mayor is doing better.

QT said...

That is such wonderful news! And couldn't the therapist have just given her ONE thing to distract her.

Barbara said...

Poor girl must have felt so ignored by her. It must have felt like going to a park, but then just having to sit there while the other kids have fun.

kittenpie said...

I'm glad to hear the good news about the Mayor's arm. And poor wee Roo. It sucks to be excluded, for whatever reason, even when you do understand why.

Hol&J said...

Such good news about the Mayor! You know, I actually sighed in relief after reading the last little bit.

Poor little Roo. Good gosh woman, Roo just wanted you to notice her. Is that so hard? If the therapist does have kids, I feel sorry for them.

BethGo said...

This has really made me think about our visits to the OT for Riley's helper hand. When my older one has to come (which thankfully isn't often) I try to bring something special for him to do. But I wonder if he ever feels left out too but just doesn't say anything because he is the older brother and that wouldn't be cool. hmm...

The Rooster is one cool chica!

Sugarplum's Mom said...

awww poor Roo. :(

But I'm really glad The Mayor is doing so well! I was just wondering about his hand and arm yesterday. Thanks for the update!

Sadie said...

The therapist wouldn't LET her?!?! WTH? I haven't met any therapist yet that wouldn't let my other play while the one in care worked!! I can't blame poor Rooster!! The poor thing!! Hope you gave her lots of mommy loving!!

mamatulip said...

Oh, the trials and tribulations of the second year. It's hard being two sometimes. Poor little thing.

Such good news about the Mayor!

Bon said...

poor wee Rooster. does it seem a little much that the child couldn't play with ANYTHING? i mean, while the Mayor and his therapist weren't using it?

hmmph. i'm feeling her injustice.

Lisa Milton said...

So glad the Mayor is on the mend.

What a relief.

flutter said...

oh roo, sweet girl. I am so glad to hear that the mayor is mending!

Chicky Chicky Baby said...

Poor Roo. I know how she feels.

Great news about the Mayor's hand though!

jen said...

the elves and I are rejoicing.

seriously.

Redneck Mommy said...

Yay for the Mayor.

Oh how I have missed your sweet site in my blog reading absence.

Tell the Rooster I still find it hard to be ignored too.

BlondeMomBlog (Jamie) said...

So glad The Mayor is healing up nicely! I know that has taken a big weight off of your mama shoulders.

Poor Rooster. It's a hard knock life. ;)

Honeybell said...

Poor little Rooster! How harsh the world is when you are two!

How fantastic is the news about the Mayor though!!

TRS said...

Yeah... I'm not getting how Rooster couldn't try to do the same exercises as the Mayor. What harm would that be?

Mean old hag of a PT.

Memaw's memories said...

Great news about the Mayor. I have a question. Why is your daughter called Rooster. A rooster is a male chicken.

And have you ever heard the phrase, 'whistling girls and crowing hens always come to some bad end'?

Biddy said...

awwww poor Roo!

what a mean therapist! what would it have hurt to let poor rooster join in the hand therapy games?

hehe you kill me girl

so so glad the mayor is doing well

Alpha DogMa said...

Yeah for The Mayor.
BRAAHAHAHAHAHA! for the Roo.

jeanie said...

You gotta feel sorry for the therapist - so focussed on the job at hand (so to speak) that s/he couldn't spread the joy just a little.

Great news on the rehab, though. Three years on, my little monkey was swinging one armed from the swingset yesterday - and yep, it was the arm that we worried so much about way back when.

Maureen said...

Poor Roo... maybe she can do her own "play therapy" with Mayor when they're at home...

Lotta said...

Oh thank goodness. I have been thinking about The Mayor and you and hoping that it was going well. I'm sure the whole thing is a bit scary for Rooster too.

What a good mom you are through all of this. Hang in there!

Beck said...

Oh, the poor bunny! She should hang out with The Baby, really.

Stimey said...

I'm happy to hear that the Mayor's hand is getting better. And that therapy for the other child is tough. My oldest always has problems when a professional is focused on someone else. Come to think of it, the other two do as well.

The End of Motherhood? said...

I know just how she feels.