Rose and I had a stand off at 7.30am in the deserted eye wing of the Prince of Wales Hospital. When she wants you to carry her she does this thing where she pretends to be frightened and pleads with you to “cuddle her” (thus carrying her). I have to admire her, as ploys goes it’s pretty well thought out and effective. But nevertheless, a ploy.
I told her, “Rose is a big girl. Rose can walk. It isn’t far to the car.”
She folded her arms across her chest and started walking backwards. I recognised this as the old I’ll-follow-the-letter-of-what-you’re-saying-but-I’ll-still-openly-defy-you trick.
“Rose, this way. Hurry up!”
She stood her ground, glaring at me.
In our family when the irresistable force of the toddler is met with the immovable object Mum, we usually discover that the irresistable force is not as stubborn as the immovable object. However, when the experiment occurs out in public, and there are people watching, the toddler becomes amazingly irresistable. This time, I won. She saved face by pretending that she was only going my way because she wanted to press the button for the lift.
In the last few days we’ve had quite a few of these stand-offs. I suspect this is because her Granny has been letting her get away with murder. Rose has been asking for soda water or juice at all hours of the day, has been suggesting cake for dinner, and has been asking to take turns at things such as operating the stove and using scissors.
As for the reason why we were in the eye clinic this morning? The registrar did a few checks and found that Tess’s eye has improved a lot. There’s definitely no leak. The only problem now is that her eye is showing high pressure, which will have to be (guess what) closely monitored. Also, another set of drops. These ones came with a really scary warning that if we didn’t get a drop in the eye first time it should be “wiped up IMMEDIATELY”. We’re going back to the hospital tommorrow (Saturday) for another check up, this time with her Ophthalmologist, who is returning from a few days of “doing surgery in the bush”. (How Australian is that?)
Thank god this week is over. Tess hasn’t been sleeping much (we think it’s the prednisone that’s making her jittery) so neither have we. Thursday night was the pits. Chris went to sleep on the couch and I got maybe 2 or 3 hours. The only way I could get her to sleep was in bed with me, with me stroking her tummy intermittantly. I’ve really resisted co-sleeping with her (it freaks me out) but given the choice between no sleep at all and a few hours? I’ll take the latter every time.
Isn’t she adorable?