When Jenna lived with us, she was a smiley thing. She’d smile at everything. The dogs. The cats. Funny commercials on TV. You could pretty much say “Boo” to her and she’d smile. It was a big ol’ half faced grin that she’d give you. Truly infectious! She didn’t have any trouble expressing happiness.
As the time has gone by the smiles for me have become more and more rare. She lights up when she sees the workers in her home. It’s kind of a double edged sword. Sad that she doesn’t smile for me. Happy that she loves her care givers and is excited to see them.
Her aunt and I have been hanging out this afternoon while we awaited her cat scan. Visiting. Changing cool washcloths on Jenna’s neck in an attempt to bring her fever down (hovering around 101 since midnight or so). WELL. The anesthesiologist came into the room to explain what they would do and what the risks were. The normal pre-anything warning that they are required to do. He was a good looking, young doctor. Very personable. Nice voice. As he spoke, I looked over at Jenna and she was smiling the most enormous smile I have seen out of her in a long, long time! I laughed and said, “Jenna, quit flirting with the doctor!” She smiled some more. Then the doc had to check her heart rate and stomach noises and she was grinning, grinning, grinning at him. Her aunt and I were just cracking up. It was so out of character for her. It was a great comic relief for me and her aunt. Laughter really is the best medicine. Yay for cute doctors!