Dale and I have learned that the threat of the nebulizer gets Ivie to stop misbehaving almost immediately. It's amazing, actually. We discovered it somewhat innocently. On Friday, in Hickory, Ivie was throwing a fit (which included screaming and crying) about something, and I said to her, "Ivie, you better stop or you're going to get yourself all worked up and we'll have to do a treatment." The sobbing ceased, she looked at me and said, "I don't WANT to do a treatment, Mommy!", and she immediately began doing what I had asked her to do in the first place.
A lightbulb moment for Mommy and Daddy...
Fast-forward a couple of days. It was Sunday, and Ivie's breathing was back to normal. It was either nap-time or bed-time (I can't remember which), and Ivie was refusing to go upstairs with Dale. From the top of the stairs, Dale yelled, "Ivie, you better get up here right now or we're going to do a treatment!". Glancing quickly at me with a look of concern on her face, Ivie headed immediately for the stairs, muttering, again, that she didn't want to do a treatment.
Dale and I got a good laugh out of this. We've since, though, decided that the parenting books would probably advise against us using the nebulizer as a threat to get our child to cooperate! So we've stopped. But it doesn't hurt to have it in our back pocket in case ever get to the point where nothing else seems to work, right?!?
2 comments:
Amy, you spend so much time blogging and no one ever comments. This is actually the first time that I saw your blog, but I'm glad to hear that Ivie is doing better! I didn't know that she had phnemonia until I saw it on Dales facebook page. Hopefully she will continue to get better. Are you coming home for Christmas???
Yea! for Ivie being well.
Boooo for Amy wearing a Longhorn shirt (on Dale's facebook).
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