I have a confession to make.
I am overwhelmed.
I realized this early this morning around 3:45am when Adalaide had woken up for the third time, screaming and crying, and I threw down her diaper wipes in a momentary lapse of self-control and patience. There was also begging of Addy to stop in a louder than appropriate voice.
I immediately felt ashamed for losing my cool. I should have handled it better. But, after all, I am human, and I have my breaking point. While this breaking point might seem small and silly, it was the annoying cherry on my very large, frustrating cake.
I'll elaborate.
Over the past 5 weeks our little family has been drugging through an eventful schedule. It all started around 12/13 when Adalaide and Lorelai went to the pediatrician for their well visits. Lorelai's meltdown there was exhausting.
Of course, we learned there that she was recommended to see a speech therapist. That of course, did not go exactly as planned, and I still have that hanging over my head.
We were all sick for a week and half around new year's, along with Adalaide's trip to the ER and then again to the pediatrician for pink eye the next week.
We finally got our pipe fixed in the front yard after almost a month of confusion and miscommunication, though I am now concerned their work may have crippled our tree, maybe even have killed it. Spring will tell.
Lorelai then crushed her finger under my parents' rocking recliner chair. We are still unsure how, but it got stuck and instantly turned purple, nail and all. It was swollen, bruised, and she refused to use it. Putting on a shirt was reason to fall to the ground crying, fearing it would hurt too much to put her hand through the sleeve.
We visited the pediatrician again, though this time our doctor was out and we saw his fill-in, which was good...less embarrassing for me.
"Hi, yes, me again. Fourth time, in a month. I promise I take care of my kids, really!"
...the nurses noticed though, I am sure of this. I can tell because my kid is the one that screams bloody murder when you ask her to stand on the scale. She will also scream if you want to listen to her heartbeat, take her pulse, look at her injury, talk to her in any capacity, or look in her general direction.
Yes. They remember Lorelai, for sure.
After the Dr. looked at her finger he ordered her xrays. We had to go to the hospital and wait, it wasn't too bad, but the actual xrays were not fun.
I then spent hours waiting to hear the results.
If it was broken we had to see an orthopedist...where more crying and screaming were in order. There was also the stress and guilt of the fact that I actually had broke my kid in some manner.
After hours and hours, we finally got the call that pronounced her finger ok, and we just needed to keep it stable and secure for a week. It should look much better by then, and we can let her use it normally. We will have to see if her nail falls off. Man, I hope it doesn't. I can handle blood, but finger/toe nails. Yuck. (I don't know why.)
I was supposed to pick up Phoebe's meds yesterday, but never got around to it. I also never made dinner. I felt thoroughly spent. Lorelai was asleep by 8pm and Addy had been in bed since 7pm, but was up around 10:15pm crying again.
This kiddo is 10 months old and is still waking up multiple times a night on a very regular basis. She has never consecutively slept through the night. One night here and there, but never more than one night at a time. And those nights come once every 3-4 weeks.
I am so tired. Not just physically, but mentally, and emotionally. I love, love, love my kids, but I need a break. I don't mean like, "I need to leave them and go away" but like "can you all just be healthy, un-hurt, decent eaters, good nap-takers, sleep-through-the-night kids for like a week? 5 days? Just a few days, so I can recharge? No appointments, no massive meltdowns, no fevers, no mystery rashes, no blood, no water flooding the house, no Phoebe eye-issues, just...normalcy for a few days. That would be fantastic.
...But alas, that is not happening for me yet. And this is my long-winded explanation of why I lost it for a brief moment this morning. Chris did save me from myself, but honestly, I had been soldiering through this chaos for weeks, and sooner or later, something was going to make me "snap."
And while I feel bad for shouting and slamming down an object like my moody three-year old, no one is hurt, no one is worse for wear. It was just mommy throwing a temper tantrum, then shaming herself in her head until she fell back asleep from sheer exhaustion...no biggie. Right?
Life has thrown us some really nice curve balls, but right now, these pitches s.u.c.k.
I humbly pray for patience, strength, and understanding. I pray for my kids to stay healthy and to heal. I pray for sleep and peace.
I know I am one of many spent moms asking for these things, but yet, that doesn't make me feel any better. I also pray for the thing that will make me feel better.
Please God, are we done yet?
M.LEWIS
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Friday, January 10, 2014
Health and Issues
Well our saga continues with Adalaide.
Nothing too dramatic, but she has pink eye. Bacterial conjunctivitis to be exact. She can't spread to us by touching like the viral kind, but it still can't feel too great. I took her in early, so she isn't too pathetic looking, and seems to be recovering quickly, so that's all encouraging. Her 9 month seems to be all cold, fever, sniffles, rash, pink eye, diaper rash, etc. I so pray by her 10 month mark she will be over all these things...we have 3 days.
That's right, my baby will be 10 months old in just a few days. Then it's just a couple more months until she will have a pretty cake in front of her with a big ol' number 1. Crazy. You know when you are young and you hear all the adults say things like "they grow up so fast" or "I blinked and they grew up", you thought they were being so over-dramatic. Then you grew up and had kids, and now, well, you get it. You understand it oh-too-well. I mean, my first baby just turned 3. Geez.
Speaking of my first baby, she had a little event this week. She had a speech class screening. Two teachers talked and played with her, then she had a vision and hearing test. Everything went surprising well, until the hearing test. Basically, the headphones were too foreign to her and she shut down. So, with a pair of newly bought headphones in hand, we are going to practice wearing them at home and reschedule another hearing test so we can move forward with her speech evaluation and possible enrollment in a class.
I feel she needs the push with her language, but I can't help but feel squirmy about it. Maybe I should try harder with her. If I homeschool her, I need to be able to teach her things. Though, getting outside help isn't a bad thing, and acknowledging we need it isn't bad either...right?
I watch her excel in the topics she loves and then become paralyzed with embarrassment when she feels she has "failed" the teachers. I hate it. Probably a life lesson, sure, but man, she is still so young, I do not want her associate learning with right-wrong, pass-fail, smart-dumb, black-white. The homeschooler in me becomes restless and irritated. But that's me. I have to give this opportunity to my kid, despite my own feelings. It's just speech class. Nothing more. I tell myself this. It helps.
Though, side-note: her potty training has taken a noticeable decline since our meeting with the teachers. Hopefully it's just a coincidence...but I have noticed.
Oh man...it's always something, huh?
Even though we have visited the doctor 3 times in one month, and I have anxieties about their well-being, and we have far too many struggles with potty training, we are good. We are tired, stressed, stuffy, itchy, messy, and a bit frustrated, but we are good.
I do hope we have a less eventful next few weeks, maybe even months? But that may be asking too much. ;)
M.LEWIS
Nothing too dramatic, but she has pink eye. Bacterial conjunctivitis to be exact. She can't spread to us by touching like the viral kind, but it still can't feel too great. I took her in early, so she isn't too pathetic looking, and seems to be recovering quickly, so that's all encouraging. Her 9 month seems to be all cold, fever, sniffles, rash, pink eye, diaper rash, etc. I so pray by her 10 month mark she will be over all these things...we have 3 days.
That's right, my baby will be 10 months old in just a few days. Then it's just a couple more months until she will have a pretty cake in front of her with a big ol' number 1. Crazy. You know when you are young and you hear all the adults say things like "they grow up so fast" or "I blinked and they grew up", you thought they were being so over-dramatic. Then you grew up and had kids, and now, well, you get it. You understand it oh-too-well. I mean, my first baby just turned 3. Geez.
Speaking of my first baby, she had a little event this week. She had a speech class screening. Two teachers talked and played with her, then she had a vision and hearing test. Everything went surprising well, until the hearing test. Basically, the headphones were too foreign to her and she shut down. So, with a pair of newly bought headphones in hand, we are going to practice wearing them at home and reschedule another hearing test so we can move forward with her speech evaluation and possible enrollment in a class.
I feel she needs the push with her language, but I can't help but feel squirmy about it. Maybe I should try harder with her. If I homeschool her, I need to be able to teach her things. Though, getting outside help isn't a bad thing, and acknowledging we need it isn't bad either...right?
I watch her excel in the topics she loves and then become paralyzed with embarrassment when she feels she has "failed" the teachers. I hate it. Probably a life lesson, sure, but man, she is still so young, I do not want her associate learning with right-wrong, pass-fail, smart-dumb, black-white. The homeschooler in me becomes restless and irritated. But that's me. I have to give this opportunity to my kid, despite my own feelings. It's just speech class. Nothing more. I tell myself this. It helps.
Though, side-note: her potty training has taken a noticeable decline since our meeting with the teachers. Hopefully it's just a coincidence...but I have noticed.
Oh man...it's always something, huh?
Even though we have visited the doctor 3 times in one month, and I have anxieties about their well-being, and we have far too many struggles with potty training, we are good. We are tired, stressed, stuffy, itchy, messy, and a bit frustrated, but we are good.
I do hope we have a less eventful next few weeks, maybe even months? But that may be asking too much. ;)
M.LEWIS
Thursday, January 2, 2014
New Year's Eve 2013/2014
New Year's didn't go exactly how I envisioned it.
We were sick.
Cold? Flu? Who knows anymore. Why? Well, none of us had the same symptoms. It was the weirdest thing. Adalaide won the prize for oddest illness and won a trip to the Children's ER on new year's eve.
The timeline goes something like this:
Saturday, 12/28
I take the girls to my parents' while the plumbers come and fix our sewage line...long story short, they didn't fix it and I ended up coming home with the kids due to Lorelai's extreme crankiness. She felt a little warm, had a bit of sniffles, and napped. Those three things suggested she was under the weather.
Sunday 12/29
Lorelai was pretty much back to her normal self. A bit of sniffles, and some fussiness, but nothing that stopped her from running around, playing, and avoiding a nap as usual. I started to feel pretty yucky though, and by bedtime I was so congested and had a severe sore throat. I slept very little...very little. Chris was feeling a bit gross too, but not as bad as me.
Monday 12/30
I felt like death, Lorelai was still fine, Addy had some sniffles starting and Chris was headed down the slowly dying path as well. Addy also developed some pink blemished on her face. Just a couple, note-worthy, but nothing worrisome.
Tuesday 12/31
I thought I was feeling better, but this thing had some more fight in it, and I was feeling surprisingly gross again. Congested, sore throat again, and very weak. Chris was sporting a fever, no sore throat, congestion, and a cough. Lorelai was still fine, but Addy was now running a fever for almost 24hrs. and her blemishes looked more like pink spots and had spread more on her face, behind her ears, on her ears, and a bit on her diaper area. I called her pediatrician and their voicemail said they would be out of office until Thursday...two days from now. Of course. So, I waited and hoped she would not get any worse. In a matter of hours, she had spiked another fever, and her spots were now bright pink, and had spread to her arms/armpits and upper legs. Her trunk, back, neck, and lower legs were 100% clear though. By 5:30pm I decided I wanted someone to take a look at her. The only place I could take her (and instructed to take her by the peds voicemail) was Children's Medical Center's ER. But we were still sick too. So, after some discussion, the plan was Chris would stay home with Lorelai, and I would get my mom to drive me and Adalaide to the hospital. If anything else came up, Chris would come up with Lorelai. That was a worse-case scenario.
Addy, my mom, and I arrive at the ER and it was pleasantly empty. A couple people came in after us, but we were in a room in less than 20 mins after walking in the door. Addy was seen by a nurse and a nurse practitioner. They both were a little stumped and confused by the look and placement of the rash, but assured me it was not measles, mumps, or chickenpox. It was not scarlet fever, roseola, or scarlatina. It wasn't hives, or any allergic reaction from food or contact. It was most likely associated with the virus we were fighting.
Make sure she still eats and drinks normally, keep her fever at bay with meds, put on a humidifier, put on diaper ointment in her diaper area, and watch her. If the spots change, develop puss, crust over, blister, open up, or stay red with slight pressure, bring her back to the ER. Otherwise the expect them to fade in a few days.
Fast-forward to now, 1/2
Her spot are almost gone. A bit of redness in her diaper area, but now formed bumps. Her fever is gone, and is almost back to her usual self.
...What. The. Heck.
I am glad she's fine, but what was with the spots, man? Has anyone else's kid had this? This is Addy's first illness/fever. Lorelai didn't get sick until she was around 18months, and still has yet to run a noticeable fever that lasts for a significant amount of time in her little life...so she is no help in the comparison area.
Puzzling.
I am glad we are all getting better. Chris has been fever free for over 24hrs, same with Adalaide. I never ran a fever, but I am almost 100% myself, and Lorelai, well, she is ready to get out of the house....like, now.
Happy New Year!
M.LEWIS
We were sick.
Cold? Flu? Who knows anymore. Why? Well, none of us had the same symptoms. It was the weirdest thing. Adalaide won the prize for oddest illness and won a trip to the Children's ER on new year's eve.
The timeline goes something like this:
Saturday, 12/28
I take the girls to my parents' while the plumbers come and fix our sewage line...long story short, they didn't fix it and I ended up coming home with the kids due to Lorelai's extreme crankiness. She felt a little warm, had a bit of sniffles, and napped. Those three things suggested she was under the weather.
Sunday 12/29
Lorelai was pretty much back to her normal self. A bit of sniffles, and some fussiness, but nothing that stopped her from running around, playing, and avoiding a nap as usual. I started to feel pretty yucky though, and by bedtime I was so congested and had a severe sore throat. I slept very little...very little. Chris was feeling a bit gross too, but not as bad as me.
Monday 12/30
I felt like death, Lorelai was still fine, Addy had some sniffles starting and Chris was headed down the slowly dying path as well. Addy also developed some pink blemished on her face. Just a couple, note-worthy, but nothing worrisome.
Tuesday 12/31
I thought I was feeling better, but this thing had some more fight in it, and I was feeling surprisingly gross again. Congested, sore throat again, and very weak. Chris was sporting a fever, no sore throat, congestion, and a cough. Lorelai was still fine, but Addy was now running a fever for almost 24hrs. and her blemishes looked more like pink spots and had spread more on her face, behind her ears, on her ears, and a bit on her diaper area. I called her pediatrician and their voicemail said they would be out of office until Thursday...two days from now. Of course. So, I waited and hoped she would not get any worse. In a matter of hours, she had spiked another fever, and her spots were now bright pink, and had spread to her arms/armpits and upper legs. Her trunk, back, neck, and lower legs were 100% clear though. By 5:30pm I decided I wanted someone to take a look at her. The only place I could take her (and instructed to take her by the peds voicemail) was Children's Medical Center's ER. But we were still sick too. So, after some discussion, the plan was Chris would stay home with Lorelai, and I would get my mom to drive me and Adalaide to the hospital. If anything else came up, Chris would come up with Lorelai. That was a worse-case scenario.
Addy, my mom, and I arrive at the ER and it was pleasantly empty. A couple people came in after us, but we were in a room in less than 20 mins after walking in the door. Addy was seen by a nurse and a nurse practitioner. They both were a little stumped and confused by the look and placement of the rash, but assured me it was not measles, mumps, or chickenpox. It was not scarlet fever, roseola, or scarlatina. It wasn't hives, or any allergic reaction from food or contact. It was most likely associated with the virus we were fighting.
Make sure she still eats and drinks normally, keep her fever at bay with meds, put on a humidifier, put on diaper ointment in her diaper area, and watch her. If the spots change, develop puss, crust over, blister, open up, or stay red with slight pressure, bring her back to the ER. Otherwise the expect them to fade in a few days.
Fast-forward to now, 1/2
Her spot are almost gone. A bit of redness in her diaper area, but now formed bumps. Her fever is gone, and is almost back to her usual self.
...What. The. Heck.
I am glad she's fine, but what was with the spots, man? Has anyone else's kid had this? This is Addy's first illness/fever. Lorelai didn't get sick until she was around 18months, and still has yet to run a noticeable fever that lasts for a significant amount of time in her little life...so she is no help in the comparison area.
Puzzling.
I am glad we are all getting better. Chris has been fever free for over 24hrs, same with Adalaide. I never ran a fever, but I am almost 100% myself, and Lorelai, well, she is ready to get out of the house....like, now.
Happy New Year!
M.LEWIS
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Blessed 2013
Well, my favorite time of year has come and gone, now we sit and try to relax until new year. Then, out come the boxes, back go the decorations, and on we go with another year.
I wanted to go back and bookmark all the milestones of this past year with photographs, but man, that takes a surprisingly amount of time and thinking. So, I'm not doing that. Instead I will pick just a couple of my favorite photos of 2013...trying to wrap my mind around the year 2014. Of course I have a lot of favorite moments of this past year, and I am reflecting on them. The arrival of Adalaide, remodeling the kitchen, issues with the house/neighbors, a couple of date nights with Chris, holiday fun, Phoebe eye fun, visiting with friends and family, news of impending babies that should soon arrive, oh so much. Good, bad, indifferent, we are blessed for sure.
Merry Christmas all, and a happy new year!
M.LEWIS
I wanted to go back and bookmark all the milestones of this past year with photographs, but man, that takes a surprisingly amount of time and thinking. So, I'm not doing that. Instead I will pick just a couple of my favorite photos of 2013...trying to wrap my mind around the year 2014. Of course I have a lot of favorite moments of this past year, and I am reflecting on them. The arrival of Adalaide, remodeling the kitchen, issues with the house/neighbors, a couple of date nights with Chris, holiday fun, Phoebe eye fun, visiting with friends and family, news of impending babies that should soon arrive, oh so much. Good, bad, indifferent, we are blessed for sure.
Merry Christmas all, and a happy new year!
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| Lorelai meeting Adalaide |
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| Lorelai turns 3 |
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| Easter, Addy is ~3 weeks old |
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| Easter swag |
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| Visiting the Dallas Aquarium |
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| Adalaide 12/28 |
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| Sister pals |
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| Bathtime cutie |
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| Pretty, pretty |
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| My girls |
M.LEWIS
Saturday, December 21, 2013
House Woes, Again
I have been so bad at blogging lately. At least, that's what it feels like. Not only am I writing less and less, but I am reading less and less. Chalk it up to holiday craziness, or sheer exhaustion, either way, I feel like I am failing in some small way.
So, I am trying to be better about it. Call it my pre-new year's resolution.
Last weekend was not exactly relaxing. Saturday we finally got our attic ladder installed, so we can officially store things above our garage now. This means going through everyone's closets, cleaning things out and reorganizing. Normally I would enjoy this, but when it falls around Christmas, it just seems like one more thing to add to my to-do list.
Sunday we had anice gross surprise.
While I was taking a shower, I heard strange gurgling sounds echoing in the pipes. I thought it might be the hot water heater refilling or something...until I looked down a minute later and saw I was standing in a growing puddle of odd-colored water.
After my initial "Oh my gosh, nasty!" feeling, I thought there was a clog in the drain. Begrudgingly, I turned off the water, gathered my shampoo, grabbed a towel and rushed to the other shower. I go to turn it on and noticed water in the tub already. "Did Chris not drain the tub all the way after the kids' bath?"
Nope.
It was the gross water from the other shower. We had a big problem mounting. I called for Chris and threw on some clothes. He started to try and unplug the shower when I saw the kids' bathroom floor was all wet.
"What? Why? How?"
I then saw a small, steady stream flowing from the base of their toilet.
We had an even bigger problem.
After we piled up the towels around the toilet, and turned off the water, I rushed to the computer to search for a plumber that would come out to the house on a Sunday morning.
I did find someone, and they couldn't come until after lunch, but to cut the long, boring, dirty story short, they came and fixed it...though they found a bigger issue we'll have to address soon. Yay.
I have to admit, when everything was falling apart, the first thought that entered my mind was "Ok, I'm ready to move now." This house has been a lot of work, and we have only been here 2 years...and we still have a lot to do. Sure, I did a lot already, but that was mainly aesthetics.
I do like the house, but we are growing out of it a little faster than I thought. We will obviously "tough it out" for a couple more years or so...but I think I will be more anxious than hesitant on leaving.
Things we have had to do since we moved in:
Let's see what's next to pop up, and hope it's not so pricey.
M.LEWIS
So, I am trying to be better about it. Call it my pre-new year's resolution.
Last weekend was not exactly relaxing. Saturday we finally got our attic ladder installed, so we can officially store things above our garage now. This means going through everyone's closets, cleaning things out and reorganizing. Normally I would enjoy this, but when it falls around Christmas, it just seems like one more thing to add to my to-do list.
Sunday we had a
While I was taking a shower, I heard strange gurgling sounds echoing in the pipes. I thought it might be the hot water heater refilling or something...until I looked down a minute later and saw I was standing in a growing puddle of odd-colored water.
After my initial "Oh my gosh, nasty!" feeling, I thought there was a clog in the drain. Begrudgingly, I turned off the water, gathered my shampoo, grabbed a towel and rushed to the other shower. I go to turn it on and noticed water in the tub already. "Did Chris not drain the tub all the way after the kids' bath?"
Nope.
It was the gross water from the other shower. We had a big problem mounting. I called for Chris and threw on some clothes. He started to try and unplug the shower when I saw the kids' bathroom floor was all wet.
"What? Why? How?"
I then saw a small, steady stream flowing from the base of their toilet.
We had an even bigger problem.
After we piled up the towels around the toilet, and turned off the water, I rushed to the computer to search for a plumber that would come out to the house on a Sunday morning.
I did find someone, and they couldn't come until after lunch, but to cut the long, boring, dirty story short, they came and fixed it...though they found a bigger issue we'll have to address soon. Yay.
I have to admit, when everything was falling apart, the first thought that entered my mind was "Ok, I'm ready to move now." This house has been a lot of work, and we have only been here 2 years...and we still have a lot to do. Sure, I did a lot already, but that was mainly aesthetics.
I do like the house, but we are growing out of it a little faster than I thought. We will obviously "tough it out" for a couple more years or so...but I think I will be more anxious than hesitant on leaving.
Things we have had to do since we moved in:
- fix the heater
- fix the sprinklers, twice
- reset our mailbox (not the house's fault)
- install attic ladder
- treat for external termites
- fixing the fireplace
- unclog the draining system
- replace the water heater
- install more gutters
- fix/replace roof
- get a new fence
- refinish the deck
- get new carpet
- install new doorknobs
- treat/replace lawn
- exterior paint the house
- fix the sewer line
- replace the smoke alarm (right now one unit)
- replace the garage door system
Let's see what's next to pop up, and hope it's not so pricey.
M.LEWIS
Friday, December 13, 2013
The Epic Visit to the Pediatrician
This morning was enough to tire me and embarrass me for some time.
Months ago, I scheduled Lorelai's 3 yr check up on 12/5 and Adalaide's 9 m check up on 12/13. I had to rearrange things after I scheduled Phoebe's eye appt for 12/5...which then later changed to 11/25, but before she got in early, I made both girls an appointment at the pediatrician for 12/13. I thought it would be better to get them both checked at the same time.
I laugh at myself now.
Since about Wednesday I have been telling Lorelai about our Friday plans and what to expect. She has been to most of Addy's appts before so I thought she would be uncomfortable but reluctantly cooperative. Boy, was I wrong.
The nurse called us back to a room and stopped us in the hall to get LEL's height and weight first. All it took was "Can you take off your coat and boots so we can see how much you've grown?"
Lorelai said "no" sternly, then adamantly refused to do anything the nice nurse asked. No amount of distraction, bribes, begging, or reverse psychology made any deference. This is where LEL's self-assurance and independence come to be a huge pain in the neck.
She would not stand to be measured, nor would she step on the scale. She was crying in the hall, making things unnecessarily difficult.
Addy went first. She loved it, especially the whole sit naked on the scale part.
"Look Lorelai! Addy thinks this is fun, don't you want to try?"
"NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" followed by some incoherent screams and pouting.
*I'm not exaggerating.
Well, after about 10 more minutes (though it felt like forever) we decided muscle was the only way we were going to get those stats.
A nice nurse held a happy Addy baby while I helped two other nurses pick up my screaming 3 yr old off the floor, and pin her to the infant measuring table to get our best height mark. Then, I had to get weighed myself (yay.) then pick up and hold Lorelai and get weighed again. You, know, subtract the two, and you get our best effort on her weight.
They never did get her bp.
Keep in mind, we had not even seen the Dr. yet.
Adalaide's examination was first. She is just fine except for her weight. She is in the 3%. That's right, 3. So, they want me to get more calories into her by heavier formula and by adding in vegetable oil to her foods. Sounds kind of gross, but hey, whatever they want me to try, I will.
Lorelai did slightly better with her examination. She liked the Dr. better because the only thing he asked her was the only thing she wanted. "Do you want to sit with your mom for a minute?" She got to climb up on the table and sit with me while Addy tried to climb the wall behind us. Lorelai is just fine too. She's still tall and lean. She will need to see a pediatric dentist soon (that should be like one of the worst days ever), and after talking to the Dr. about her speech he told me to sign her up for some speech therapy at a nearby elementary school. It wasn't until a little later did LEL warm up a bit and start talking about the Lion King picture on the wall did the Dr. then turn around and say with certainty that we should just have her evaluated. Ergh, was hoping we could escape that, but ok, we will live. I hope...that would involve taking simple instructions from strangers again. Oh my.
Just before we left they needed blood samples for lead and iron levels. Adalaide did great with hers, no crying. Lorelai just about melting down into the floor again...and yet again when she saw the bandaid on her finger. Of course, she ripped it off then panicked when she saw her finger was still bleeding...then the second bandaid didn't seem like such a bad idea. She kept that one on the whole day, and used that hand sparingly, frightened it might start bleeding again.
These are the crazy things I will look back on in years to come with a smile on my face...but we aren't looking back just yet, are we?
M.LEWIS
Months ago, I scheduled Lorelai's 3 yr check up on 12/5 and Adalaide's 9 m check up on 12/13. I had to rearrange things after I scheduled Phoebe's eye appt for 12/5...which then later changed to 11/25, but before she got in early, I made both girls an appointment at the pediatrician for 12/13. I thought it would be better to get them both checked at the same time.
I laugh at myself now.
Since about Wednesday I have been telling Lorelai about our Friday plans and what to expect. She has been to most of Addy's appts before so I thought she would be uncomfortable but reluctantly cooperative. Boy, was I wrong.
The nurse called us back to a room and stopped us in the hall to get LEL's height and weight first. All it took was "Can you take off your coat and boots so we can see how much you've grown?"
Lorelai said "no" sternly, then adamantly refused to do anything the nice nurse asked. No amount of distraction, bribes, begging, or reverse psychology made any deference. This is where LEL's self-assurance and independence come to be a huge pain in the neck.
She would not stand to be measured, nor would she step on the scale. She was crying in the hall, making things unnecessarily difficult.
Addy went first. She loved it, especially the whole sit naked on the scale part.
"Look Lorelai! Addy thinks this is fun, don't you want to try?"
"NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" followed by some incoherent screams and pouting.
*I'm not exaggerating.
Well, after about 10 more minutes (though it felt like forever) we decided muscle was the only way we were going to get those stats.
A nice nurse held a happy Addy baby while I helped two other nurses pick up my screaming 3 yr old off the floor, and pin her to the infant measuring table to get our best height mark. Then, I had to get weighed myself (yay.) then pick up and hold Lorelai and get weighed again. You, know, subtract the two, and you get our best effort on her weight.
They never did get her bp.
Keep in mind, we had not even seen the Dr. yet.
Adalaide's examination was first. She is just fine except for her weight. She is in the 3%. That's right, 3. So, they want me to get more calories into her by heavier formula and by adding in vegetable oil to her foods. Sounds kind of gross, but hey, whatever they want me to try, I will.
Lorelai did slightly better with her examination. She liked the Dr. better because the only thing he asked her was the only thing she wanted. "Do you want to sit with your mom for a minute?" She got to climb up on the table and sit with me while Addy tried to climb the wall behind us. Lorelai is just fine too. She's still tall and lean. She will need to see a pediatric dentist soon (that should be like one of the worst days ever), and after talking to the Dr. about her speech he told me to sign her up for some speech therapy at a nearby elementary school. It wasn't until a little later did LEL warm up a bit and start talking about the Lion King picture on the wall did the Dr. then turn around and say with certainty that we should just have her evaluated. Ergh, was hoping we could escape that, but ok, we will live. I hope...that would involve taking simple instructions from strangers again. Oh my.
Just before we left they needed blood samples for lead and iron levels. Adalaide did great with hers, no crying. Lorelai just about melting down into the floor again...and yet again when she saw the bandaid on her finger. Of course, she ripped it off then panicked when she saw her finger was still bleeding...then the second bandaid didn't seem like such a bad idea. She kept that one on the whole day, and used that hand sparingly, frightened it might start bleeding again.
These are the crazy things I will look back on in years to come with a smile on my face...but we aren't looking back just yet, are we?
M.LEWIS
Friday, December 6, 2013
Once More, With Feeling
The last couple of weeks have been a bit hectic. That is why my last post was a little...lacking. So, here we go again, with more depth this time:
We had Thanksgiving with my family. Since we couldn't swing 2 dinners that involved driving across the metroplex with two cranky kiddos, we spent most of the day in Dallas at my grandparent's house. It was nice not having to watch the clock and stressing about timing though.
The next day we were up bright and early, off to see the animals at the zoo. My youngest sister has had a strong desire to visit the zoo since summer, so she tagged along with us. Lorelai thoroughly enjoyed herself, but not in a happy, giddy, giggly way; more in an inquisitive, curious, observing way. I would not be surprised if this kid grows up to work with animals. She is most definitely in love.
After an abrupt melt-down, we visited the gift shop for a birthday eve present, and then we departed. We saw about 2/3 of the zoo, but after 3hrs, she needed a nap, and promptly fell asleep on the way home. That never happens, that should tell you how tired she was from the day before...and we still had so much to come...
The next day was her 3rd birthday. Firetrucks, balloons, puppies, a time-consuming cake, and a lovely small pile of presents greeted her in the morning. She had to wait for most of these things until her party in the evening. That small pile turned into a large heap, the pretty cake turned into crumbs, and we had one happy- yet tired- little 3 yr old at the end of the day.
This girl is loved.
Were we done yet? Nope. The next day, Pappy, Uncle Sean, and Uncle Blake came for a visit. We had a couple more presents and lunch at Chili's. It took them both a little while to warm up to the group, but they did just fine...it had been a long few days.
The next week or so was filled up with cleaning up, storing toys, finish decorating, and taking Phoebe to an animal opthamologist.
I have been online shopping for Christmas gifts. Not only is it convenient, and affordable, but I don't have to mess with the kids in stores. Hooray! I am almost done with my Christmas shopping. The wrapping might have to wait to the last minute though. I have an almost 9 month old that seems quite interested in paper and bows. I just have to find more places to store the stuff until it's time.
We are finally getting our attic staircase installed next Saturday, so hopefully we can store a lot of big stuff in the attic now, instead of our closets.
Next Saturday is good, seeing as this weekend we will probably be iced in.
Last night we got about 2-2.5inches of sleet and freezing rain. It's pretty amazing, really. So far, we have only lost one smallish branch off of our ash tree. I hope that is all. We have been lucky. Chris can stay home from work, we still have power/heat, I fully stocked our food supplies for the next several days, we have a car full of gas, enough diapers & formula, plenty of Christmas movies, and no where we need to go until there is a chance some of this can melt.
That's the thing with Texas. We rarely get actual snow. We get ice...we just call it snow, because it's white and cold. But make no mistake, this stuff is as hard as a rock. Completely solid. It's insane.
I hope my pals who are without power/heat get it restored soon, and I hope they are walking distance to some help/supplies!
...Now to entertain the kids some more. We are only half way through the first day of this, and they are already getting antsy. Two and a half days to go!
M.LEWIS
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