(I know, how could a child as beautiful as this do anything to drive me crazy, but she does.)
Because of my visceral reaction to said noise, we have worked diligently in teaching Hannah to say "help, please" whenever she finds herself on the brink of a meltdown and to her credit, she has done extremely well. I rarely hear her make that sound anymore and I think my blood pressure has dropped dramatically.
Fast forward to Friday when I was busy talking to Tiffani on the phone about all the excitement surrounding Jake's new wheelchair. I was so happy for their family and for little Jake that even though I faintly heard the beginning of the grunting sound, I dismissed it thinking that I would remind Hannah of her new-found coping skills once I got off the phone. She started to get louder and louder and at first, I calmly yelled out to her "honey, calm down. Ask for help if you need it." She didn't reply so I went back to my conversation. Then the grunting came back, louder and louder, so I said, a little more firmly "Hannah! If you need help, ask for it or come here! Stop making that sound!" The next thing I know, she is making this sound that equals that of a horse giving birth and I yell out "Hannah!!!! Stop it now! Use your words! You're driving me nuts with that sound! Come here already!" (And remember, I said all of this while on the phone with Tiffani who had first row seats to my What-Not-To-Do Parenting Seminar.)
It was quiet for a moment and then Hannah yelled out "Mama, I can't come there right now. I'm busy throwing up. I'll be there in a sec."
for anything other than the retelling of a pee story.)