Monday, July 11, 2011
Brynn had an ingrown toenail. It's gross and I don't like to think about it much less write about it, but it had to be dealt with. It was infected and not improving quickly enough to ignore. So today we went to our family doc and Brynn absolutely refused to let him do anything to help improve her situation. It was awful, embarrassing, and frustrating for both me and the doc. She was screaming every time he touched it, not listening to him as he explained what he was going to do, and eventually refused to let him touch it at all. She was panicked and definitely not herself.
Upon threat of missing an afternoon playdate, she agreed to see a podiatrist this afternoon. Calmed by a dose of valium, she sat in the chair and behaved reasonably well while the doctor dug out the ingrown part of her nail, trimmed it off, and killed that part of the nail root with acid. The nail will look a little goofy for the next 92 years of her life, but it won't ever be ingrown again.
Brynn did not watch the procedure as it happened, but her little sister did. Callie was all eyes as she observed every move the doctor made. After it was over, she said that watching him stick instruments so far into Brynn's toe nearly made her cry.
After dinner she begged for a sleepover. "Can't Brynn PLEEEEAASE come sleep in my room?" No, I explained. She needs plenty of sleep for her toe to heal. "We NEVER do anything FUN in this family!" she yelled at me. Shortly after, she meekly requested to sleep on her sister's hardwood floor. She was shut down again. I told her that on Wednesday, after their next swim meet, they could have a sleepover.
Callie retreated to her room and when I went to kiss her goodnight, she asked me to help her arrange a pillow for her feet. "Why do your feet need a pillow?" I asked. "Because if Brynn has to sleep with her feet up, then I will to." Callie didn't just want a sleep over with her sister for fun. She wanted the closeness of it, the intimacy of sharing space with someone she cares about. She wanted to support her sister.
And so, with tears in my eyes, I went into Brynn's room and reminded her how much her little sister loves her, how lucky she is to have this sister relationship and how amazing it is that she gets to grow up with the person who will be her best friend forever.
Brynn smiled and asked, "Even though earlier today she called me a stupid idiot?"
And that's life, right? You get in a fight with your BFF, call her names, and then go back to loving each other, empathizing with each other, and caring for each other like it never even happened.
What blessed girls they are to have each other not only for family, but also for friends.