*update at end of post!when we first moved here almost a year ago, i posted about my fear of the "
really bad bear problem in the neighborhood." it turns out that the REAL problem we have in "these here parts" aren't bear, but ticks.
you'll remember that a few weeks after adam was born,
kenny contracted Lyme Disease. and a few weeks after that, he picked a deer tick off of his arm. well, this morning, as the boys and i settled into our morning reading-on-momma's lap position, i do what i always do - run my fingers through their hair while i read. and this morning, there was a large "thing" on rowan's head which made me stop reading immediately to take a look. a tick, head in...legs a waving all over the place.
if kenny hadn't contracted Lyme's, i think my reaction would have been different. i might have waited for him to come home (7 hours later) to take it off himself. but i know that TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE when it comes to getting deer ticks out. we now know a whole lot about deer ticks and how to prevent Lyme's. so i called the pediatrician's office and told them i was on my way.
{yes, i know i should learn to pull ticks out myself. i will, eventually...but now i trust the experts.}
of course there was freezing rain, and of course i'm the world's worst worrier. but someOne took a hold of me and told me to breathe.
rowan is extremely in tune with our emotions. he knows when i'm angry, sad, or happy...he tells me when i'm angry, sad, or happy. and i didn't want him to be scared. every muscle in my body was screaming to be nervous. but stronger than that was my desire to make sure rowan wasn't afraid. he knew was that he was the special boy this bug chose to land on, and that the doctor had a special instrument to get the bug off of his head. i couldn't lie to him. i couldn't tell him that we were headed to the grocer, only to show up at the pediatrician's office and tell him he had to keep his head still for a minute. he is nearly 4 years old...he's smart enough to know when his mom isn't telling the truth. i was a bit nervous that this story wouldn't fly...or worse...would make him afraid. he was quiet on our way to the doctor, but once we got there, he said to me, "will the doctor show me the bug that's on my head?" i was relieved that my fear hadn't shown. so we talked more about the instrument (tweezers!) that the doctor would use to get the bug, and what the bug looks like, and how he was going to get ice cream for lunch if he held his head really still.
the procedure went well. rowan was amazing. he held his head so still and let the doctore YANK the bug out of his head (along with about 10 hairs!). he was so excited to see it and laughed at the little legs still waving. my heart sunk as i knew it wasn't a dog tick. every picture i saw of deer ticks looked exactly like the one on the pediatrician's tweezers.
so now we wait and pray. the odds are in our favor...a small amount of deer ticks actually carry Lyme and only smaller larva ticks carry the Lyme (this was a larger, female tick). but i'm his mother. i'm wired to worry.
my friend ellen called me tonight (because she had just watched
Grey Gardens after I recommended it to her), and when she asked how i was doing, I let out, "I found a tick on Rowan this morning!" And her reaction calmed me...she grew up "in the country" and knows that this is probably not the last tick we'll pull off our boys. But she made me feel as though I can deal with these little critters. that, in fact, it's not a good enough reason to move back to the city. :)
i guess we're going to be having ice cream for lunch a few more times in the next decade....
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Update!the pediatrician's office informed me this morning that the tick we pulled off rowan was NOT a deer tick. whew. even though i swore up and down that it was...in retrospect, i think they're right. it was a lot larger than a "poppy seed" and round and flat, just like a dog tick. not at all swollen, and was very easy to spot.
rowan loves to talk about how brave he was. and we're still proud as punch of him.