Rhett(4) is the BRAVE one. His skills are called upon when a brother needs a protector to go upstairs. He is also the first one notified when a guinea pig is needed.
He is the Nirvana Mikey…hey, try this!
He is TOUGH. He has endured rough play since birth and has never whimpered.
When he cries over an injury, he is injured.
There is one quirk to this that in a different kid might border on hypochondria…
When he sustains minor hand injuries, he freezes the hand during it’s recuperation period.
A few weeks ago he scratched his left hand. He made a tight fist and didn’t use it or wash it for two days.
A few days later he fell while playing outdoors scraping his right palm pretty badly. He closed that hand for the next four days and held it tightly to his side.
On the fourth day he noticed a hangnail on his left hand which rendered it useless as well. He was a boy without functioning hands until he woke up the next morning to self-proclaimed healing.
He never complained about the hand injuries. He just mentally labeled them out of order.
Today he had his 4 y/o well child check-up. The 4 y/o well child check-up should have an asterisk beside it that warns “*RUN FOR YOUR LIFE THERE ARE 5 IMMUNIZATIONS SCHEDULED FOR THIS VISIT”. There are just a LOT of shots.
Rhett chatted with the doctor, smiled at the nurse, participated in the well child check-up by adding some perfectly timed opinions and following directions with inspired cooperation. The doctor then whispered, “He doesn’t know about the shots, does he?” and I shook my head.
The doctor explained to Rhett that he would need 4 shots so that he wouldn’t get sick in the future. Rhett nodded and counted to four.
I still don’t think he knows about the shots.
He laid down and one nurse held his arms while another got ready to administer the immunizations to his thighs.
Not a peep. His face got red, but he stayed quiet and still.
It was almost harder to watch then if he had fought and screamed.
He picked out his sticker loot and we went to the car. We ran a few errands and when we got home he climbed up on the couch to watch some TV.
When his show was over, he asked me to come pick him up because now his legs were out of order*…
*His legs are sore, but fine. I gave him some Tylenol and he said they were feeling better, but knowing Rhett it may be a few days (or until the band-aids fall off) before he decides that his legs are again walkable and can be exposed to bathing.