This may not come as a huge surprise to people who know my family, but my kids are getting older. Ellie’s going to be nine years old in just under two months and Ethan celebrated his sixth birthday back in February. A part of kids aging is that they become a little more independent and generally don’t want to show their parents that they still need them. For the most part, Ellie and Ethan have both embraced finding those opportunities to prove their independence. However, today was one of those rare days when Ellie actually showed just how much she still needed the support of a parent, even if said parent was me!
First, a little background. A couple of months ago, Bethany and I were certain that Ellie had her very first pimple on her face. As a result, the only thing we knew to do was to pop it and get that nasty pus out. As you can probably guess, Ellie was less than ecstatic about that. We anticipated that the zit would heal fairly quickly. However, it didn’t. Instead, it lingered until we finally scheduled a visit to the pediatrician on a day off school where he diagnosed it as a pimple that had gotten infected. As a result, he prescribed her an antibiotic to take for a week with the caveat that we see a pediatric dermatologist if it didn’t improve in a week. Fast forward a week and it didn’t improve. Therefore, our doctor referred us to a pediatric dermatologist where Ellie was diagnosed with a small cyst that would have to be cut out and cleaned in a future appointment. That appointment just happened to be today.
Since the appointment wasn’t until after 11:00 this morning, Bethany and I decided to go ahead and send Ellie to school for the morning with me picking her up around 10:30 to make our way down to the Plaza. As we rode along, I could tell Ellie was nervous, both from her fidgetiness and because she kept asking more and more questions. Soon enough though, we arrived and checked in for our appointment. As we waited in an otherwise empty waiting area, Ellie killed some time playing on a large floor-based video game while I enjoyed watching Lucky Dog.
Finally, the time came for us to be called back. As the two
of us sat in the exam room together, Ellie began hysterically crying and shaking
due to the fear she was feeling. I took her in my arms and held her close as we
started praying for the procedure that would be coming. Then, once we were done
praying, I pulled up Encanto on our iPad for Ellie to watch for a few minutes
while we waited for the doctor.
Before we knew it, Ellie’s dermatologist entered the room and had Ellie relocate to an exam table. Knowing that she was scared, they actually pulled the table away from the wall and moved a chair to where Ellie could look directly at me and I could hold her hand during the procedure. If I’m being honest, the first part of the procedure was probably the worst as Ellie received at least seven deadening shots in her face. With each one, I was told to gently punch her in the shoulder as the needle went in her delicate face to distract her from what was happening.
Finally, with her face sufficiently deadened, the
dermatologist began carefully cutting away the cyst. As this point, I definitely
felt tears welling up in my eyes as I watched my brave daughter laying on the
table with one eye taped close and an abundance of gauze covering her face. Unfortunately,
the only thing I could do was helplessly sit there holding an iPad aloft so she
could watch her movie with her one uncovered eye while letting her squeeze my
free hand.
Every so often, I would get brave enough to take a peek at the doctor’s ongoing work. Those peeks never lasted too long as I would inevitably get a little freaked out at the sight and would return my gaze to Ellie’s lone, uncovered eye or her hand as it squeezed mine. Finally, after about 30 minutes, the delicate procedure was done and Ellie had received a brand-new stitch along with two bandages covering the wound.
Brave girl with a big bandage! |
With that, we left the office and hopped in the car to head home. Not knowing how Ellie would feel, Bethany and I had made it clear that it would be up to her whether she returned to school for the day or not. While I honestly hoped she would stay home, I was ultimately leaving it up to her. As we drove, she proceeded to carefully consider both sides of any potential decision before ultimately deciding she wanted to go back to school.
When we got to school, we went inside to sign Ellie back in
to school. Before I left though, I made sure that she knew if her face began
hurting or she just really needed to come home, I would come right back and get
her. With that, she gave me a big hug and bravely headed to class while I exited
the school.
If I’m being honest, today was definitely a wide-ranging set
of emotions. For one thing, I absolutely hated seeing my daughter in pain. I
liked the fact that I could support her through it and be there to help her in
any way I could. Lastly, though, I felt immensely proud of her bravery for wanting
to head back to school rather than taking the day to hide at home.
All of that being said, I don’t think it’s out of line for
me to say that I hope we never have to experience anything of this ilk again
anytime soon. We’ll see what happens though!
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