first time for everything

We went to Walmart for some grocery shopping tonight, and Tate wasn't exactly on his best behavior. In his defense, he was probably pretty tired, as we'd had a long day, but nevertheless, misbehaving children don't get to buy the new Hot Wheels car they hand-picked. Of course, this denial-of-prize was followed with one of the worst tantrums he's thrown since his surgery. It's hard to believe that tantrums like this were a daily occurrence pre-op. I really am not sure how I dealt with it for so long without completely losing my mind. Or maybe I did lose my mind. Or maybe my mind just stepped away from the situation for a bit and went out for a drink. Yep, I think that's it. I went to my happy place (not literally of course, no need to call DSS and tell them I abandoned my child). But somehow, Tate and I both made it through all those kicking, screaming tantrums. 


You know how they say that different kids have different personalities, even when they're related, raised together by the same parents, etc, etc? I never had the issues with Jake and Noah that I have with Tate. They were disciplined, but they obeyed well, and usually taking away a privilege or a toy was enough to make my point and get them to behave. Then came Tate. As he grew up and became more strong-willed and stubborn, I thought This one is my challenge. This one is going to be my willful (and incidently, last!) child. I really just thought he was a brat.... as in, that was his personality - BRAT. I never realized how much pain he was in until it was gone (I don't think he did either). I know I've said it before, but he really has completely changed since his surgery, and it gets better every day. EVERYONE has noticed it... everyone who spends any time with him has commented on how happy he is now. Days like today... (actually, I should say tonight, because I had the boys out ALL DAY, and they all did really well until tonight....) are few and far between. I think what's left of the tantrums and behavior issues are just him being 4 years old, and we'll keep working on discipline for that. But I'm so glad that it's so infrequent now. He's a sweet kid with a smile and a hug for all his friends and family, and that's the boy I always knew hoped was under that brat exterior.


So yeah, I have a point to my long-winded story. At some point during Tate's tantrum in the car on the way home from Walmart (did I mention I am glad he saved it for the car instead of the store, so I could avoid getting those stares from people?) he was crying a lot and must have rubbed his eye. Yeah, the fake one. So when we got home, I was holding him and talking to him about his terrible behavior while we were out. I kept getting distracted during our conversation by his "crazy eye". I wasn't sure why it was crazy, but it sure as heck didn't look right. So I laid him down on the couch and turned the light on. I pulled up his top eyelid... no red dot. Uh oh. You may remember from a previous post that dot marks the top of his eye so we know how to put it in correctly. So I pull his lower lid down. Yep, red dot. So I tell Todd.... Um, honey, Tate's eye is upside down. (There are certain things you never thought you'd have to say, that would be one of them.) So we take him upstairs to get our fancy suction-cup-on-a-stick to attempt to take his eye out for the first time. 


Now, you've had the backstory... you do realize that this means that he's not exactly cooperative to the phrase Tate, we're just going to take your eye out because it's upside down. We'll clean it and put it right back in, ok? Yeah, notsomuch. He starts crying (without the kicking this time, thank goodness) but we can't exactly take his eye out with him fighting us and flailing his arms all around. Maybe when we're better at it, but remember, this is the first time. We try distracting him, being silly, giving him his stuffed animals to keep his hands busy, all to no avail. I told Todd that we needed to pray. That was all I could think of... that we needed to pray for him to be calm and to know that he wouldn't have pain, and that we were doing what was best for him. He really calmed down after we prayed, and with very little struggle from Tate, we got his eye out. I really expected to hear a POP! sound, but it didn't happen (yeah, I was a little bummed about that). I washed his eye while Todd comforted him, put some mineral oil on it, and after a few minutes of talking to him about it, promising him the car that he didn't get tonight, a bowl of popcorn and a family movie (hey, don't judge, you do what you gotta do when your kid needs his eye put back in), he agreed to let me put it back in. So all is well, we got over the obstacle that we were nervous about, and we all survived it. :)  


Sorry I don't have any photos, I kinda had my hands full. Photos soon, though, I promise. I will hopefully have some to share soon from our trip to California earlier this week. We had a nice little 3 day mini-vacation for the boys' spring break, and let me tell ya, it was just what the doctor ordered.