So why does Ricki deserve cheers? (And I mean CHEERS!) A bit of history:
Ricki is no dummy, and her memory is quite good. Especially in things that relate to her…. And she has a super-duper memory regarding things that she does not like. Number one on that list is blood tests. Having been the frequent pin cushion for various needles, Ricki developed over the years a sincere dislike for blood tests. “Sincere dislike” translates into absolute refusal to cooperate, even with distractions, explanations in advance, and promises of prizes. Four years ago we had to hold her down physically by force for an urgent test. The two tests since then were better. Both times she was prepared in advance, promised prizes, and we used distraction as well. Nevertheless, she still needed to have her arm held rather forcibly by a second technician. Even though she had promised to cooperate, the second that she saw the needle, she panicked.
So this morning when I mentioned that she had to go for blood tests, she turned to me and said: “I am a big girl. I can do it…..Will it hurt?” She even said that she would go in alone, similar to when we went to the dentist last time. (See post for July 10th). When we arrived at the lab, she indicated that she yes wanted me to join her. And a second technician held her arm, as a precaution.
Ricki was fantastic. She didn’t fight the test. She was marvelous….she was magnificent. She acted like a grown-up.
Later, we went into a store to buy her a drink. There she figured out which coin to use for the purchase, and the change due us. People there where so surprised. “Oh, you’re fantastic”, they said to me. (You know what I mean, that tone of voice used when passersby want to confer sainthood on you for being the mom of a child with special needs.) And I thought to myself… no, this morning, RICKI deserves that title!
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And here is a photo for “Special exposure Wednesday!
Here Ricki is almost ready for Shabbas (Saturday), just needs to brush her hair still. (She thinks it’s brushed; she’ll have to try again. You can see here a bit of the cross-eye. Sometimes it is worse.