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mdrambles · 5 months
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"Thank You"
I finished a reassessment on one of our toddler asthmatic patients, who was finally ready for discharge after a few rounds of bronchodilators. His mom watched as I took a quick listen to his chest while he was asleep, drooling on her chest, surrounded by gummy bears on her shirt, in her hair, and clenched in his sticky, pudgy little fist. The package for said gummies had been positively torn into, gummies strewn all around it on the gurney; it was very recognizably from the hospital gift shop.
I explained the discharge instructions and follow up plan with the mom while the bean was asleep, and she was so happy and relieved that they would be able to go home. The bean woke from his dead sleep as I removed his oxygen saturation probe sticker--he started shaking his little foot back and forth in my hands until he finally heard me telling him, "Buddy, I'm just taking the sticker off, can you hold still?"
Once the word "off" registered in his drowsy little consciousness, he sat completely upright, presented his foot with the utmost stillness, and said, "Thank you" in the cutest, teensiest voice. The instantaneous ceasefire in wiggly foot actually surprised me so there was a second or two where I was just holding his little foot and he stared at me expectantly before I remembered to finish removing the sticker. Once the sticker was off, he turned to his mom and said, "Thank you for taking me to the store."
Then he hopped off his mom's lap and started pulling on his socks and boots while his mom tried to remove all the gummies from her person. He rocked back and forth between his feet and waved at me as I headed out of the room, calling out, "Thank you doctor! Thank you!" as I left.
I sometimes hear his little voice saying, "Thank you for taking me to the store" and it makes me laugh to myself.
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achos-laazov · 1 year
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I'm not saying I'm a perfect parent, because really, I am not, but
the parenting style of the family I carpool with for Dawn and Atara really grates on my nerves.
(They have 2 girls in the same grades as Dawn and Atara - S is 3 months younger than Dawn and L is half a year older than Atara)
Today, for example. I let Atara sit in L's usual spot (back row vs middle row), so when we got to their house, L threw a tantrum about getting in the car. The mother threatened, bribed, tried physical force, and eventually took the special snack that she had earned for getting dressed right away out of her backpack. She then apologized that L would be screaming/crying the whole way to school.
Like. She earned the snack. The car seat situation is unrelated to getting dressed in the morning.
Anyway I spent the next 35 seconds validating her - you really are upset that Atara is in your seat! It's really your seat! You like sitting in the back row! - and also "giving in" in words - Wouldn't it be great if the back row had enough seats for L and also Atara? And also Dawn and S! and maybe even Chuck! And then I could drive from the back row, too!
Sniff, giggle, "Could C (their baby sister) also fit?" and the rest of the ride to school the four of them were designing this car in which everyone sits in the back row.
In the past, the mother has told me, L just likes to make things complicated. Or when she takes her time getting into the car - oh that's just L being L and trying to slow us down.
She's 3. She doesn't know what that means. Chances are she really prefers the other way for some reason but doesn't have the words to explain it yet.
I would recommend a parenting book I like if I wouldn't sound like a total jerk.
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the-narrowsea · 10 months
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My toddler: Lying in my bed, kicking me in the face while meowing loudly because it's way past his bed time and he's going crazy, as toddlers do.
Me, tired and annoyed: "Stop. I don't want to be kicked. If you keep kicking, you will have to get out of my bed."
My toddler, in a very understanding, yet also very disappointed voice: "Okay. I go alone." Proceeds to roll out of bed.
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puppetmaster13u · 3 months
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Prompt 156
Bruce is very much not happy. He’s stuck in an absolutely tiny body, with hands that can barely grip onto anything. Not to mention he’s somewhere completely unfamiliar with way too much sun and his body, what, maybe a year? He can barely even stand. 
Ugh. Next time he’s definitely not jumping between his teammates and an unknown energy beam-thing. 
Now if he could not wobble and trip over what was his outfit but now seems to be a way too big cloak or cape, that would be great. Actually it might be his gear just well, only his cape. First thing is first, finding out where- or even when- the heck he is. 
Danny is honestly blaming Clockwork for everything when he spots a baby that could pass as his baby brother. And he knows he doesn’t have any more clones, seeing as he cleaned out Vlad’s lab himself. So. There’s apparently a tiny very liminal-feeling baby crawling around in what is practically a war zone thanks to the GIW. 
So he could be forgiven for picking the tiny child up as he runs, because if the GIW does another attack or bombing… Yeah, he’d rather the literal infant be in one of the safe zones protected by altered ecto shields, even if there was no clue as to where they came from. 
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flamingpudding · 4 months
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Time for some time shenanigans?
Here is an idea.
Time is an interesting thing but not something one should mess with unless your the being ruling over it. And in a moment of true Clockwork No! Clockwork Yes! Fashion. The ruler of time decided that something needed to be done to help his king heal once more after having lost his family.
And as someone who lived millennial of years and no real understanding of humans aside from what he sees from watching timelines, Clockwork came up with the, in his opinion, perfect solution. Deaging his king into a toddler and sending him into the past to expirence some familial love. He had made sure his little king was getting picked up by the man with an adoption problem. A family with a lot of siblings for his king to love and to get loved back.
Now, that would all be fine and dandy if Clockwork had remembered to at least seal or erase his kings memories. The problem was he didn't. But really, what could his little king with his memories but the mind of a toddler do?
Apparently a lot. Espacially with the help of the family that picked him up.
Okay, plan B. Clockwork was going to send all his king's rogues to keep him and his vigilante family occupied so his king would stop attempting to get to Amity Park and change his own past and focus more on his new family.
Meanwhile the bat clan is freaking out. Their newest baby brother of 3 years old appears to be the constant target of other worldy attacks they barely managed to protect him from. Why were these weird beings after a little toddler that hasn't harmed anyone?! And why in the name of anything good did it look like the toddler was okay with fighting them too?!
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nerdpoe · 6 months
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It's the End.
A huge mission, the world at stake, and in the end only Red Robin, Impulse, Wonder Girl, and Superboy made it to the center to place the bomb that would the alien mothership.
Superboy is injured.
Red Robin is injured.
Impulse is injured.
Wonder Girl is injured.
They know they won't be able to outrun this.
They die in sacrifice to something Greater, clinging to each other for comfort.
They wake up.
And oh shit look at that they've been reborn.
But there's been changes.
Bart is reborn as Tim's fraternal twin. Instead of loving but distant, Jack and Janet are criminal in their neglect. Not even Tim can defend them; they forget to leave food for their toddlers, for fucks sake.
Bart takes control and ends up speeding to Central City as soon as he can toddle to go on food runs. He knows what it's like to go hungry, in the future that wasn't, and he isn't going to let that happen to Tim.
Kon is reborn as Clark's actual, legitimate firstborn with Lois, who Clark had gotten together with far sooner in this new world. They love him so much and he...doesn't believe it. Can't. He isn't who they think he is, he doesn't deserve this, and when they find out it'll only hurt him more if he falls for it.
Cassie is reborn as Wonder Woman's only daughter, and spends her summers with her father, Steve Trevor, before he passes away and all other times in Themyscira.
Now they have to grow up in a world so very different but so very similar.
Cassie still looks in on her other mom, her first one, but has nothing she can say to explain it to Diana.
Bart still has super speed, but Tim is still a non-meta.
Kon struggles with the Clark he's seeing growing up and how much it clashes with the Clark he knew in his past life.
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yugiohz · 2 months
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i love that mirio mirrors eri's mannerism
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tinypi · 1 month
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i think about this part of dungeon meshi literally all the time now that i've read the bible and know that marcille is canonically 50
marcille's lifespan (spoilers) specifically is about 1000 years which means that she has lived roughly 1/20 of her total life
dunmeshi halflings only live to 50
halfling marcille is. two and a half years old
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alfazoings · 7 months
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little doodles i drew after listening to the new ep to keep myself from biting into cement and then flopping around the floor like a fish
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wyrm-clangen · 5 months
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LET'S GO LESBIANS LET'S GO-
If anything happens to Stink, I'm deleting the game-
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topnotchquark · 12 days
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Cute :(
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📷 @/teamleclercs16
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achos-laazov · 2 years
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I don't think I've ever had a two-year-old be a two-year-old as hard as Atara did this morning
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imagine-sterek · 2 months
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Imagine where Derek has an immigrant father and for the longest time he’d always pronounce certain words wrong cause that’s how his dad would say it. So instead of pizza he’d say piquza, sandwich is sangwich. It’s just little things here and there cause he eventually learned how to say it, but sometimes he slips up and stiles loves to tease him about it. “Passaport, you need a new passaport?” And Derek just rolls his eyes.
The pack would tease him but quickly learnt not to when Stiles glared at them. You are only allowed to say Derek’s mispronounciations if you say them with love.
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lancabbage · 3 months
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Just spotted this on a post answering an ask about people claiming LSZ should have been taken in by the Jiang sect instead - you know, the sect that actually headed the attack to kill him and his family, the one with the abusive sect leader who has no qualms physically and mentally abusing a child, yeah that one... I mean... Firstly wtf?! Are these people for real???
I seem to be unable to reply to the bech, but I thought I should point out that essays are based on FACTS, what you would be writing is a STORY plucked from your ass!
Please, I'd love to read your ridiculous piece of fiction masquerading as something vaguely academic. I need a good laugh 😂
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What does communication with alters look like? Or rather, what does it entail? I know communicating with alters doesn't have to be literally internally speaking to them. But then what else does it mean? We can't communicate internally.
Communication with alters can look like anything that communication with any other living being can look like. We communicate with external people with words, yes, but also nonverbally with things like energy and emotions. And it's not just people. Alters can pick up on our moods and energies the same as our pets can. Communication can look like writing notes to alters in your journal or a whiteboard on the fridge, or it can look like drawing or listening to music. Some alters don't communicate well with words, for various reasons, and may do well with visual mediums like creating collages. Some alters may communicate using outside people, where they share something with a loved one or therapist and then that person passes the message along.
When I hear folks say, "we can't communicate internally," what people tend to mean is, "we can't have back and forth conversations using our thoughts in our head." Which is...actually extremely common. It's less common for people to be able to have full and robust communication using only their thoughts back and forth. Perhaps that's not what you meant, but I just want to be clear that internal communication is SOOOOOOOO much more than word-based thoughts!
Our internal communication looks like: other parts' emotions bleeding through to the front (any emotion that isn't yours is communication from another part, whether intentional or not!), parts sending us images or mental pictures of things (this often feels intrusive and jarring but it's a very valid form of communication!), and us intentionally sending specific kinds of energy or visualizations to other parts. By the last one I mean, I don't have to know who a part is or what they look like or where they are to offer them comfort via regulated, grounded energy that I hold in our body, or via comforting visualizations. I can visualize sitting with a part on a bench just by imaging what their energy feels like. I can send them comfort by holding their emotions in my mind and whispering validations for those feelings.
I think online spaces have become less and less creative with what "internal communication" looks like in recent years, and I don't know why that is exactly, but I think it's good for folks to remember that if you can think it or imagine it, you can communicate with it. And also like...sometimes alters won't communicate until you build trust and rapport with them. Or until you continuously make efforts to invite them to communicate and carve out time for them to do that.
Communicating with your system is a practice. For most of us, it is NOT something that will come naturally or easily. Often it includes confronting LOADS of phobia of inner experiences and other parts. Stuff that triggers so much avoidance and overwhelm and fear. It's a practice like yoga, like art, like journaling, like cooking, like any other thing you have to intentionally set out to do work on and build your skills in if you want to improve or gain a measure of ease and familiarity. It won't just magically happen. It has to be consistent efforts on a regular basis.
And like, no shame if you're not up for that or can't maintain a practice of it. It's hard work and it usually includes a lot more failure than success. It can be super demoralizing to learn how to communicate with each other. It can be even more demoralizing when you thought you had those skills and then you lose them or they're taken away or you forget them or you're just so fucking burned out and exhausted that you can't do it for a while. That's okay. Shaming yourself and pressuring yourself won't help anything and will actually just worsen avoidance and phobia of other parts. It doesn't help to moralize recovery. Wherever you are is just fine and understandable given everything you're having to juggle right now.
And, a little goes a long way. Remember that one-sided communication is still communication (and is sometimes necessary for building trust with non-communicative parts). Sometimes we just narrate things internally and invite parts to see what we're up to. That's communication. Sometimes when we're having somatic symptoms or emotions that feel incongruent to the situation, we just whisper or think soothing things to whoever might be feeling XYZ way. Usually we hear nothing back. That's okay. Most days we don't have the capacity to "go inside" and do a big check-in or meeting or whatever. So we make these little gestures throughout the day. And then when we can, we block off time for more connection or for collage making or what have you. It's not a race. It's okay to take time to explore what might work for you. Just remember that the options are endless and the sky is the limit.
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