Pulled elbow

November 7, 2007

Well that was an interesting evening. At 7pm (bedtime) eldest daughter gave youngest daughter a vigorous hug. Tears ensued. Many tears. Wailing. This is not how youngest daughter typically handles being vigorously hugged. Ten minutes later we were packing her and her mum into the car for the short (1km) trip to the local medical centre.

Half an hour later they were back – youngest daughter with her elbow having been relocated back into its proper place. OW!

Apparently a dislocated elbow is not uncommon in children under three. It’s more common in girls and typically in the left elbow! Right on all three counts.

You can learn more about dislocated elbows here (with pictures), here or here should you so wish.

Incidentally, my local doctor is great. We didn’t go to see Dion tonight because a: his surgery is miles away from where we live and b: it was after hours but really, if you need a GP in Auckland, go and see Dion. He never prescribes anything (“come back and see me in three days”) unnecessarily, so if you need something done, make an appointment with Paula instead ;-).

They help run a useful website called Family Doctor which is great if someone in your family has been diagnosed with something you’ve never heard of and you want to know more. A great starting point for any online research into basic medical matters.

Junior daughter is fast asleep having returned from the doc’s with a lollipop in hand. Through the tears and pain she asked for one for her big sister as well, which is just amazing really. Big sister was very upset about the whole affair but thankfully now they’re both fast asleep and all is right with the world.

The whole thing made me think of this cartoon on XKCD. I may be taking the whole blogging thing too far.

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given out early today – it goes to New Scientist with its story, “Giggling robot becomes one of the kids“.

Seriously, how cool is this? Scientists plonk a fairly boring robot down in the middle of a room full of toddlers (18 months to two years old) and leaves them to it. The robot giggles when you pat its head, sits down occasionally and lies down when its batteries run down.

The kids, however, treat it as another toddler, not as a toy. Instead of playing with it for a bit and then ignoring it, they involved it in games.

Favourite line:
“Eventually, the children seemed to care about the robot’s well being. They helped it up when it fell, and played “care-taking” games with it – most commonly, when QRIO’s batteries ran out of juice and it lay down, a toddler would come up and cover it with a blanket and say “night, night”.”

Now that’s cool.

The truth about babies

November 7, 2007

Can I take this opportunity to urge you all to immediately down tools and go AT ONCE to Public Address wherein you shall read David Haywood’s marvellous post about being a parent to a newly emerged tyrannical dictator.

Sarah, you’re excused from reading this until your newbie is at least three years old, OK?

Favourite line:

According to the hospital midwife, this antisocial conduct is the result of a rare medical condition known as “being a greedy little pig”. Naturally enough, it plays havoc with Little Rodney’s digestive system. His tiny stomach roils and gurgles like a fermenter, and mysterious intestinal gases build up to tremendous pressures.

The power of these gases is frequently exhibited during nappy-changing time, in a manner that — even for a right-wing politician — can only be described as severely inappropriate. Little Rodney’s prowess at long-distance defecation is nothing less than awe-inspiring. With a fully-loaded bowel he can easily deliver a payload to the wallpaper on the other side of the room. For an encore, as his stunned parents wring their hands in horror, he likes to urinate over his own head.

Ah, good times.. Good times.