Yesterday morning, Luau took Brooke to the doctor. In and of themselves, these trips are a reminder of just how far she’s come. Up until about eighteen months ago, Brooke was morbidly afraid of any kind of doctor. Every visit was an epic struggle through a full-on melt down. She would kick and scream and cry from the moment we walked into the office. She looked like she was fighting for her life, and I’m sure she thought she was. It was AWFUL.
But now – after TONS of role playing (I mean TONS), a couple of different social stories and a whole lot of language later, she’s just a kid going to the doctor. Not something she’d like to do every day, no doubt, but Ooh, look! They have stickers!
The doctor asked Luau to collect a urine sample. (Ah, yes, the glamorous life of a stay-at-home Dad!) Unfortunately, they hadn’t anticipated this, so Brooke had taken care of her business just before leaving the house and hadn’t had anything to drink since. As diligently as they tried, it just wasn’t going to happen.
The doctor performed the rest of the exam and Luau promised to bring Brooke back after school (loaded up on water) to leave the sample.
In the middle of the day, I got an e-mail from Brooke’s aide, saying she wanted to share a funny story.
Apparently, Brooke had been having her snack next to another student. Of course snack time is one of the day’s best opportunities for social interaction, and our fabulous aide always makes sure to get the little ones talking to one another.
By way of making conversation, Brooke’s little friend asked her what she had done at the doctor earlier.
And of course she answered, “I did NOT pee in a cup.”