When people ask me, "How are you?" I usually smile and say, "Oh, I'm good; how are you?" Lately I've been saying "hot" or "tired" and at nine months pregnant, that's pretty true. But when people ask me how my toddler is doing, I smile and say, "She's fine," and try to change the subject. In all honesty, she is fine. She has no idea that she has Juvenile Arthritis, no idea that that's why her knees hurt when its cold in the mornings, no idea that she needs all the medications and supplements she's taking {98% of the time against her will because she's only two; what two year old wants to get stab in the arm once a week to suppress her immune system because it's attacking itself?}. To her mind, she hurt herself and stopped walking but now she's better and is learning to run. She doesn't know that she still needs all the medicines and physical therapy or that certain idiot doctors can't figure out that she's tall and skinny instead of their ideal weight for her age. She isn't aware of any of that.
And she's completely oblivious to mama and daddy's problems. She can't read the power and gas bills that are unusually high because we missed a payment. She doesn't know that the reason there isn't an abundance of yogurt, strawberries and whatever her current favorite dainty is in the fridge is because we ran out of food stamps and cash to supply that food and have to wait for the card to reset. She doesn't read the renewal notices for the food stamps or insurance. She doesn't know that diapers are more precious right now than lotion or facial scrub or shampoo. She doesn't know that mommy is out of pregnancy supplements and hasn't replaced them because its more important to have Pumpkin's needs covered. Mama had juice for lunch the other day so Pumpkin could eat the bread. And she doesn't know that her parents try to schedule all her appointments on one day a week so that Daddy can work as many hours as he can get at his part-time job. She doesn't know that we were late to one of her appointments because he was interviewing for another job last week. And she doesn't know that at the end of those long appointment days running around in the heat with no A/C that mama's feet are swollen. She knows that she has a sister arriving any day now but no idea of how stressed out mama is about the impending changes and trying to clear the schedule as much as possible so she can be home on bed-rest with the two babies. She doesn't know that mama is hiding a tiny stash of snacks to surprise her with once the baby is born and mama can't run to the fridge every two minutes to find her something to snack on.
Pumpkin isn't aware of any of this. To her, every day is a new day with something new to see, do and learn. Her vocabulary is expanding by leaps and bounds, leaving mama exhausted trying to keep up. She has a series of stretches and exercises to do to help strengthen her legs that we try to do with her every day, on top of all the walking, running and climbing that she does by herself. All day long she's in and out, up and down, and back inside then outside again a hundred times. She refuses naps, trying to cram as much as she can into her days. This just backfires in the evenings when she either passes out at eight for a fourteen hour sleep or she gets so tired that she refuses to sleep at all. And the past few days she's been under the impression that she can sleep full time in our bed again, so she refuses to sleep in her bed and wakes up several times at night to tell us that she's unhappy with the arrangements. The other day she got us up at three-thirty and kept us up till six, spending an hour screaming in her crib when we tried to put her back to bed. When I gave up and went back to sleep; she climbed in with me and stared at me till she fell asleep.
So yes, Pumpkin is fine. She's responding well to her methotrexate though the benefits won't be viable for another three or four weeks. She's eating well despite the lack of favorite foods, she's gaining weight and she won't stop walking or talking for anything. She has learning to violently throw things when she's mad and that kisses and cuddles can be a good bribe for either parent if she thinks she's in trouble. Meanwhile, in the bigger realm of things, her parents make sacrifices and wait for things to even out and get better, trusting in the Lord that He has a plan and will pull us all out of the storm soon.