We took Lucas to the audiologist yesterday afternoon to get some molded earplugs made for him. He graciously and enthusiastically accepted her invitation to come back to her office to do so, but I heard his screams of horror from the waiting room within minutes (I was holding Grace, who was sleeping, so Tarren went with him while the two of us waited). After about ten minutes of these cries for mercy, Tarren came out to get me. They had managed to get one of the molds made, but she was worn out from fighting with him and so asked me to serve as her tag-teammate. Lucas found out that his Dad is stronger than his Mom, and we were able to mold the other earplug within a few minutes. I felt sorry for the little guy, as he is sick and tired of doctors picking at his ears, but we'll hope that these earplugs help.
On a few happier notes, Grace did better yesterday with her additional medication and Lucas continued to make strides in his potty-training. He's also excited about going to Grandma's house today. Great-grandma Vance will be there as well.
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It is very difficult for a parent to hold their child while a completely misunderstood good is being done to him. The cries are heart rending and you wonder if his psyche will be totally damaged, and he will never wholly trust you again. It is maturing to do the right thing.
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