And then, the good day and the understanding doctor

It seems lately, every time there’s a note or call from school, it’s because Maura’s being an obnoxious brat (my words, not the school’s!)  Her teachers have been so good about it all, nothing but understanding.

So yesterday, when I noticed I missed a call from the school but there was no voice mail, I may have panicked.  I called Josh and asked if the school called him.

They did.

He also totally cringed when he saw the school’s number pop up.

But the teacher called to say that Maura was having the best day of the school year so far, she was being fantastic, and whatever we were doing at home, keep it up because it was working.

We did move her bedtime back a little more (originally it was at 9 pm, then 8:30, now we’re shooting for 8 pm.)  But more importantly, Maura pooped.  She pooped a LOT.  I’m pretty sure I could hear the toilet weeping as Josh spent way too much time having to plunge it.

Yes, TMI.  But also, our reality.

When Maura got off the bus, she was still in the Best Mood Ever! I was banking on this great mood for when I took her to the chiropractor to get some orthotics for her shoes.  Since Maura has graduated to just needing a little something in her shoes to keep her arches up, this was the easiest solution (not to mention cheaper, because to get orthotics through the children’s hospital means paying the $250 facility fee for each visit so she can get something just like what the chiropractor can order.)

My chiropractor’s office is awesome.  Maura’s been with me a couple times (and refuses to get adjusted but we’re working on that) so knows it’s a pretty friendly place.  And after our bummer of a neurologist visit the day before, I was really hoping for a more positive experience with Maura and a doctor.

Of course it was.  Maura was at her best, and the chiropractor worked perfectly with her, starting with “Hey Maura, can I get a hug?”  Maura loves to give out hugs, but she’s been taught that not every single person should get a hug, so when she meets someone, she’ll stick out her hand for a handshake.  Needless to say, she was happy to give the doctor a hug.  He showed her the little platform she’d have to stand on, and Maura decided to get dramatic.

“I’m scared!” she said, shivering and hugging herself.

Now, as Maura’s mom, I could tell she was playing the drama card.  So I did laugh a little.  The doctor however was more sympathetic, and showed her how it all worked.  She tried getting on, then took a step back again.  He was patient and explained things again.  I got on, and we showed her how it just took pictures of her feet, and how they showed up on the computer. Maura was now keen to get pictures of her feet and gingerly stepped up on the platform.  She followed his directions, placing her feet just so.  Her feet were scanned.  There were high fives and more hugs and promises of cocoa.  She waved goodbye to everyone, with a “Goodbye Doctor!” to the chiropractor who took all the time needed to listen to her and help her understand things while also following my cues.

I told Maura that she had been very brave and how we were going to go to Starbuck’s next.

Of course, when we got in the car, the song “Moves Like Jagger” came on, and I had to sit in the car trying not to laugh as Maura sang along with the whole dang song!  I’m not quite sure how she knows the whole tune, it’s not a song on constant rotation here.  But there she was, singing along, belting out the word “moo-o-O-o-oves” in the back seat.

Proving, yet again, that she is full of surprises still.