Sophie asked me what we were having for dinner. I said, "Oh, I dunno, how about beans and chicken nuggets and broccoli." She leaned over (she was standing up at the time with a tee shirt but no pants or underpants (yeah, I know, but I wasn’t up to the battle)) and farted and yelled, "AND FART CAKES!!!"
Good lord. That child.
SO, I took Willow to the doctor. Her feet have normal reflexes. I asked them about Raynaud’s Phenomenon and they were kind of "meh" about it. She’s too young and it doesn’t happen every time she gets cold and blah blah. She is healthy and fine and all that. I asked about the connection between Raynaud’s and other illnesses. Basically the doctors don’t want to do anything at all. They don’t want to see if she has Raynaud’s because they wouldn’t treat her for it anyway, other than what I’m doing, which is keeping her warm and warming her drinks. If she has an auto immune disease, then we’ll just have to wait until those symptoms show up. There’s not anything to do but wait.
I’m taking her here this weekend. The woman I spoke to on the phone, and also my lovely friend K, a patient there, seem to think that she can be helped now. I just want to help her circulation and learn about why her body does this and how I can help her. I’ll let you know what 2 year old + acupuncture equals later on. We’ll see.
The big kids are due home any minute now, so I ought to go swig some coffee and mentally prepare myself. I don’t realize how hard it is taking care of those monkeys until they are gone for a couple of hours.