Sunday, December 28, 2008
Yes, I want them gone, but at the same time, I really don't feel all that bad about him having them. I've said it before that I'd rather see him sucking a paci than screaming his head off in the middle of the store or a restaurant. No reason why everyone else's outing needs to be screwed up because of my child.
But, we were down to TWO! TWO!!!!!!!!!!
I'm okay with it, though. Really I am. He's been giving them up freely and not really wanting them as much aside from bed and nap time or when he's hurting or in need of consolation. I'd rather work on potty-training thank you.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
A knock at the door and who did E see? His parents, all the way from Michigan!
It was all a surprise. Oddly, I knew. Things just didn't add up over the past few weeks. After all, if David wanted to come see us, why wouldn't he call himself? Plus, with an off-hand remark back in October about wanting to be here for Christmas, kind of made everything fit last night.
Quite funny actually.
It was a nice surprise and Duck had a lot of fun playing with Grandma and Pampu.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
It seems that every time Duck gets sick, about a week later, he has an all-out verbal explosion. so, here goes. The following was taken from the Arnold Palmer Hospital Howard Phillips Center for Children Development Center website (click here) to see the full outline.
I've changed all the things he CAN do to blue.
18 - 24 months of age - Receptive Language Skills
- Recognizes body parts and clothing articles in large pictures
- Understands simple yes/no questions
- Understands differences in personal pronouns (me, you)
- Follows a series of two - three simple relations commands with the same object
- Appears to listen to meaning of languarge, not merely words
- Recognizes many common objects and pictures as they are named
- Replaces jargon with meaningful words
- Imitates animal sounds and other environmental sounds in play
- Refers to self by name
- Uses "no" frequently
- Uses "my" to declare ownership
- Begins combining words to form two-word phrases
- Asks questions by raising pitch of voice at end of word or phrase
2 - 3 years of age - Receptive Language Skills
- Understands actions in pictures
- Recognizes names of smaller body parts (chin, knee, elbow)
- Understands functions of objects
- Understands size concepts big and little
- Understands quantity concepts one, more, all
- Understands spatial concepts in, on, under
- Becomes aware of a sequence and organization for daily routines
- Understands question forms who, where, what doing
- Understands genders (boy/girl)
- Likes to listen to short stories
- Combines words to express: - Possession: "my coat"
- Recurrence: "more juice"
- Action: "go outside"
- Location: "want up"
- Negation: "no eat"
- Usually uses two- to four-word phrases
- Asks for help with personal needs
- Uses I, me, mine, you
- Can say first and last name when asked
- Can repeat two numbers in squence
- Talks about an event that has just happened
- Uses many commands ("go get it")
- Uses here, there
- Begins using "is" verb form
- Speech is understood by others 70 - 80 percent of the time
3 - 4 years of age - Receptive Language Skills
- Understands concepts hard/soft, rough/smooth
- Understands spatial concepts front/back
- Understands question forms, "What do you do when you're hungry? Sleepy?"
- Follows two-step directions involving two different actions
- Asks many who, what, where, why questions
- Uses four- to five-word sentences most of the time
- Engages in detailed conversations
- Uses language in imaginative play
- Imitates whispering
- Relates two events in correct sequential order
- Completes simple verbal opposites
- Uses verb forms is, am, are
- Uses regular plural forms consistently ("blocks")
- Uses possessives ("mommy's car")
- Begins using "because" as an explanation
Duck puked again last night, not sure why, but at least this time I kept him in the bathroom, facing the toilet and he hit it! I'm good. Not exactly something I like being good at. But at least I didn't have a bathroom, clothing or bedding to clean up. Just a quick wipe of the face and hands and he was good to go. (he's like his daddy.....puking makes him feel better)
Monday, December 22, 2008
My day started with a very happy pre-schooler in my room at 6:30. Why was this a good thing? Because he was happy and he had POOPED! Poor kid had tried all day long yesterday without luck......even with getting him on the potty. He just gave up when we got him there.
Next? I had put his usual chobby, 2 mini pb cups and a syringe of Atarax on his little table. All I wanted was to change his butt. When I said, "C'mere Duck".....he not only came right over, but he grabbed the syringe of medicine!! Just too cute for words. He's finalyl just relegated that this is part of our morning routine. Shock of his life when by the end of the week all he's getting is chobby!
Then? We have company coming for dinner on Wednesday evening. A friend of MILs is stopping by. Don't get to see David much even though he only lives 3 hours away, so it's a nice treat. But what is making the visit more enjoyable (especially since I have work all day) is MIL treated us to a Honeybaked Ham dinner with cornbread stuffing and cheesecake. YUM! Very excited I do not have to cook this holiday, Thanksgiving was hard enough. So, 7.5 months pregnant and NOT cooking on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day? Quite possibly THE perfect gift.
And then???? I made a call to the pediatric allergist the pedi we saw on Saturday recommended. They have an appointment for him on Friday at 10:15!!! OMG, this really was a huge highlight to my day. Thought I was going to have to wait WEEKS to get him in. Turns out, we only have to wait a few days. YAY!!!! (Now, anyone want to tell me how to make sure my kid's not screaming bloody murder during an allergy test?)
Now? I'm getting to help out on another grade level at work. My stuff hasn't come in yet, so this gives me something to do, and it's NOT measurement!!! Just simple basic multiplication facts. Of course, my own measurement chapter is due in this week, but it's nice to have a break and be of use to someone.
To make a good day better? My friend Morgan offered to go to Midnight Mass with me on Wednesday night so I can leave my boys at home. Now, just to decide which church to go to.
So, it's 1:00 p.m. and I'm having an EXCELLENT day!
Sunday, December 21, 2008
I'm wondering now if the steroid cream could have made the situation a bit worse, haven't used it since Friday morning. Coincidence? Maybe, but we'll see.
And of course because he's feeling better, we're seeing lots and lots of chattering.
3 mini cups + 1 cup chobby = no fuss medicine time
Now, he's still complaining a bit about it, but three little squirts (about 1/4 tsp each time) and he's done and off to eat his Reese's and drink his chobby.
(chobby is chocolate milk for those not fluent in "Duck-ese")
Saturday, December 20, 2008
12/18 @ 9:30 p.m.
12/20 @ 8:30 p.m.
All I can say to any friend, family member or reader is if you EVER have a doubt about your pedi and think you should switch: DO IT! That really goes for any caregiver you have, because YOU are the client, they work for you. That's not to say that there's a point you need to get a grip and just do what the dr says for the betterment of everyone. But, you have to trust in the person you're dealing with.
So, if you live in the west Orlando area check them out: Windermere Pediatrics. I can tell you that we drive 35 minutes on a clear day, including a few miles on I-4 in order to go to them. They are entirely worth the drive for us. Been doing it three years already and already plan to have them see HJ as well.
We got the referral to the pediatric allergist and I already know that the one she recommended is actually part of my insurance network. So now we hope that I can call AND get him in before January 30 when my contract (ie my insurance) ends.
She said that I was right to be concerned since all of his reactions have worsened in such a short time (4 months). The pedi we saw this morning isn't one we usually see. In three years time, I think this might have been the third time we've seen her. The first time was at 6 months and somewhere in the middle was the second visit. We usually see the other two drs. But at least it's all in his file, whereas if we'd gone to the pedi clinic, they'd just get a copy. Not exactly the same to me.
Oh, and I took my camera with all my pics......since I knew it was highly possible we wouldn't see the same one we saw Thursday night. She was glad I did because she could see the 3-day progression.
I guess I found one arena that my anal retentiveness can pay off!
Here is the morning's picture:
Friday, December 19, 2008
I sent the pics to his teacher and she actually said that she didn't notice anything on Thursday before he left school when she changed him. Not exactly sure HOW that would happen....especially given what I saw Thursday morning before school and what the sitter saw after school. Unless she changes him so fast that his t-shirt gets kind of tucked into the diaper. Entirely possible.....happens to me all the time.
So, here are the latest pics.....from about 5:00 tonight. He's had Atarax at 6a, 12n, 6p and I'll have to get him up at 12m. He got Augmentin at 10a and I'll give it to him again about 8:30 before bed. I should find some yogurt he'll eat.....maybe prevent a YI. He's prone with certain antibiotics and God knows that's the LAST thing I want to deal with now.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
He's got a streak of red across his left cheek, reminds me of the sweet potato reaction from when he was 6 months old. He also has a rash around the right side of his tummy/back.
I *think* it's from tomatoes....he's never had them raw, just in spaghetti or pizza sauce. Or it could be Lactaid (doubtful). Or it could be the Florastor. I just don't know. I do know that it wasn't there yesterday and those are the only new things.
the tomatoes, he didn't really eat. E and I had BLTs for dinner and he kept picking up the tomato slices and licking them. Wouldn't eat them though.
He's has several cups of the Lactaid, though. Only two doses of Florastor, each in his morning milk.
And now that I think about it, he's had a bit of a cough (short coughs, several in a row, then nothing) since Thursday night when we started the Lactaid.
Can a child be allergic to Lactaid and not milk?
Friday, December 12, 2008
I did pull a groin muscle and am walking very gingerly at this point. The OB wanted me checked out before they called in any pain meds since I am unable to sleep/walk/lay down without excruciating pain. But, they also wanted to get an ultrasound before they did that. The result was the following picture.
HJ is fine, I'm fine and will heal fully after he's born and the pressure is off my groin muscles. I did get a prescription that I will only use if absolutely necessary.
We also got a 3D shot of the boy bits, so thankfully I can stop having nightmares that he comes out a girl.
And will SOMEONE please tell my husband that waking up his 7-month pregnant wife out of a drug-induced dead sleep at 2:00 in the morning to tell me the internet is out is a really stupid thing to do?
I swear he's the one with pregnancy brain this time around.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Eric thinks he was too warm....I think it was due to a second cup of milk, but at this point, I have NO FREAKING CLUE.
This is the 5th time in 6 days he has puked and I can't figure out why. It's not the milk.....he was FINE yesterday. He was fine with it this morning. He ate dinner tonight and had some milk. I took him to Target to get prescriptions and he had his before bed milk.
About a half hour later......he started getting really upset. That was my clue that it was going to happen. I ran him to the bathroom, he got even more upset. E was of no help. I got him calmed down and had E get me a t-shirt. We figured he was overheated from the crying, he was in long-sleeved jammies. He was all snuggly on my lap in the bathroom, but he wanted to go to bed.
NOT 3 MINUTES LATER, yes I said 3.................
I hear him crying and I go running at full speed into his room and he'd already puked. I was hoping to catch him beforehand like I did Monday.....no such luck. He nailed his bed, blanket, pillow case through to the pillow, and one of his dogs.
I think I hurt myself as I was running because when I got to him I could barely stand up. and I'm still having a problem walking without pain.
Of course, I cleaned up the bed, got things into the washer and remade the bed....all in pain.
Sam is sleeping now. I'll be calling the pediatrician first thing in the morning and if I'm not feeling better, the OB as well.
Two of the outfits I've already worn to work and gotten LOTS of compliments on. Of course, they're definitely much closer to the body than I usually wear or would pick out, but according to Eric and my work friends, they are a great choice. Accentuating my pregnant belly hides everything else. :) So, rahter than continuing my age-old habit of hiding my body, I've put my pg belly out there....in so many ways.
I feel enormous and my duck-waddling days have definitely begun, but I feel better knowing that my clothes aren't the cause of me appearing to be bigger than I am. I just AM big.
We had another vomit incident on Monday night, but I talked to Duck's teacher and he ate really well on Tuesday and by the time I got home, he had a poopy diaper. Hmmm, coincidence? I think not. Because, then he ate some dinner and had some chobby and went to bed without issue.
Monday, December 8, 2008
GD: still only have to test every other day.....possibly will be able to stop testing at 34 weeks. Numbers are really good, though!
HJ's hb: 140s
HJ's wt: ~ 3lbs
He's butt up, STILL. Guess we know what he thinks of the world already!
And we have a tentative birthday of February 20. That's the date the nurse is aiming for, I'll know for sure on January 5th when I go for my 32-week appointment.
They were almost as happy as I was that I brought in E's bloodwork. YAY ME! No Rhogam.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Thanksgiving was AWESOME. 14 lb turkey was perfect for two days of guests. I even have most of the dark meat leftover. So we froze that and E is hoping that when my mom comes in February for HJ's arrival that she'll make (I mean help me make) turkey noodle soup with it.
HJ is crazy busy growing and flipping around. My sugar is well under control. I see the OB tomorrow morning. We finally got E's bloodwork back to prove he's O negative and getting me out of a Rhogam shot.
We spent this weekend in little town near Jacksonville. Went to see family and had a BLAST! Duck got to play with his cousin Brody and really loved every minute of it. Of course, they have a yard with a swingset, which was definitely the hit of the weekend. (aside from the playroom that is)
Duck's new phrases are "sit chair mama", "more Toot mama", and "I soh-yee mama".
Oh, and we have the whole new routine in the car each morning of "no hitting, no fighting, no screaming." I say each one, then he repeats. The "no screaming" came in handy as E's cousin has a macaw that likes to scream when things are kind of loud and out of control. (hee hee, the boys had a blast together)
We learned how to quickly clean up puke by just making sure Duck pukes all over Mommy. It doesn't even phase me anymore, ya know? I really, really, really hope that HJ is not a puker. I also learned that I want the same kind of washer and dryer that K and A have. The washer took a little over an hour, but that was with a SECOND rinse *AND* the dryer had everything completely dry in about a half hour, including both Doggies. (because God forbid we do anything without Doggies)
Monday, November 24, 2008
Weight: 182 pounds
Gain so far: 15 pounds
Blood pressure: 116/68
Fasting level: 80-90 mg/dL
16 day averagetesting 4 times each day: 100
I can move to testing every other day rather than every day!!
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Considering we are also having:
baked mashed potatoes
sweet potatoes (at absolute insistence they stay in the kitchen out of reach of Duck)
green bean casserole
homemade white wheat bread
triple layer pumpkin pie
chocolate chip cookies
no bake cookies
and a mystery dessert being brought by a guest :)
I'm also making a triple layer chocolate pie for Friday as a fresh dessert.
I was always taught figure a half pound of meat per person. I have 8 adults, so I really think 14 pounds is more than enough. Duck will likely not eat turkey, just mashed potatoes and bread. (no worries, I have chicken nuggets in the freezer for him.)
But I had to promise E that if we looked "low" on Friday morning, I would go out and buy a small turkey breast to make for our guests that day. I doubt that will happen though.
I'll stop off at Publix to get a medium veggie tray on my way home on Wednesday. and I'm all done! WAHOOOOOOO
Oh, and we're putting our Christmas tree up in a little bit, just had to wait til Duck got up from his nap.
Friday, November 21, 2008
I think I'm the only pg woman in the world that teh baby moving at night HELPS me fall asleep. It's peace of mind really. I mean, think about it. If he's moving around, I can fall asleep knowing he's okay and I can relax. It's when he stops moving around that I worry and can't watch the insides of my eyes.
I also don't get up to pee in the middle of hte night (yet). Probably because I've always been one to go long periods of time without going. Don't get me wrong, I go ALL.DAY.LONG. I go before I leave work and still have to go the minute I get home and it's only a 12-mile drive!
I'm sure that will all change in the next 13 weeks. YES, can you believe it? THIRTEEN weeks!! maybe less, maybe more (doubtful). The holidays are almost here and after that it will be all downhill as far as time left to go.
I'm really looking forward to my parents being here for HJ's birth. My mom was here for Duck. Sadly because he was an emergency c/s she wasn't in the delivery room....and this one will be a scheduled c/s, so again just me and E. But at least Duck will have someone he loves very much taking care of him while I'm in the hospital.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Although, he still is saying his name is "Owie". I have NO idea where that came from.
I do have an idea of where a few choice words came from that we're not happy about hearing. Duck's officially a myna bird now and everything said in front of him can and will be repeated at school or hte babysitter's house, so we REALLY have to watch it now. It was funny for a while, a very short while....I kept telling E that he would get more clear on his words and sure enough I got a note home from school on Tuesday stating he'd been PERFECTLY clear on his choice of words.
HJ is movin' and groovin'. My friend M at work got to feel him. She was so excited as that was the first time she'd ever felt a baby move like that. He popped her hard too.
I can't remember what we had for dinner the other night, but it must have knocked the poor kid out because he didn't move for nearly two hours even WITH me drinking juice. Scared the crap out of me. Seriously thought I was going to have to call the OB, but he finally got the hiccups and I felt a bit better.
My GD numbers are good. Had the best day yet today when I didn't have a single reading over 100. Got close....but didn't go over. (88, 97, 90, 98) I think I finally have the portions down of what I need to eat.
Now I just need to get those snacks in somehow.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Duck and I still have a wet cough, I'm still blowing my nose like crazy. E feels like he's finally getting out of his system more today since he spent the day puking. Gotta love that sensitive gag reflex my boys have! I couldn't make myself puke if I wanted to. In two pregnancies, I have only puked once each time. I think.....I really don't think I've puked with this one. I know I did with Sam but that was more food related than pregnancy related.
I've been puking sick ONCE in 10 years. That was the year I actually got a flu shot. Not since!
In other news, Duck continues to put 3-4 words together. Such as:
Whew, that was close
S, what do? (S, what did you do?)
I three (I'm three)
My name owie (My name is Owie...we're not sure where Owie came from, but we're working hard on getting him to say S instead)
Saturday, November 15, 2008
I missed a day and a half of work because I could not stop blowing my nose or stop coughing. Did I get rest? Nope, the first day, Duck was off school for Veteran's Day. (why couldn't he have had Columbus Day like I had it from work? or why couldn't I have had VD off?) The second day? That involved a trip to the pediatrician.
He'd come home from school on Friday covered in yuck. Threw up on himself on the bus to the sitter's. While I was at work Saturday afternoon.......he threw up on himself again. I kept him home on Monday because he still wasn't 100%. Tuesday he started with sniffles and green snot and another fever. Wednesday we went to the pedi's office. Wednesday night, he puked again after taking the antibiotic. Thursday morning, he puked again......the pedi's office gave us another excuse to keep him out all week. Said he likely picked up another stomach bug on top of the sinus infection he had going on.
E's been sick through all this too. (and we all know how men are when they get sick, so I don't have to explain how I wound up being sick and still taking care of the general household.)
I went back to work Thursday, trying ot meet a deadline. Unfortunately, I went back and it seems my entire team is now sick. (sorry ladies)
this morning my internal alarm had me up at 6:30. I forced myself to lay in bed another 30 minutes or so and then I got up. Before I could actually get E upright, I had loaded the dishwasher and ran it, cleaned the kitchen floor (old style-hands and knees), picked up the living room. Once Duck was up, I got his room completely picked up, his bedding off and into the washer. I made cinnamon raisin bread this morning.
My house is clean. 100% clean.
both my boys are napping. E in bed and Duck on the couch. Because of course Duck wouldn't go down, he'd been bored all morning. While I was cleaning up, he just watched tv and trashed his room some more. So I had to lay with him to get him to sleep. He loves Lord of the Rings and it's something about the music in it that he falls asleep to. But I can't nap like that on the couch, he's a hot-body like his daddy.
so, I get time to myself to update my blog for hte first time in a week.
GD is not going well. okay, it is, but I hate it. My numbers, from the research I've done are fairly consistently IN NORMAL RANGES. Why am I testing all the time? My after breakfast check was actually LOWER than my fasting check this morning.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
We had chicken, peas and mashed potatoes for dinner, I had a big glass of chocolate milk with it. Two hours later, my sugar was 113.
I didn't have to test until today....and I figure it might as well track my sugar and food somewhere. Don't worry, my focus will still be Duck and HJ.
So, here's today's results so far:
fasting (7:30 a.m.): 88
breakfast: 12 bite-size frosted mini wheats (serv size = 24), 4 oz milk, 4 oz pear juice
2 hours after breakfast (11 a.m.): 75
morning snack: 1 piece bread with peanut butter, 8 oz milk
lunch: 2 oz grilled chicken breast, 1/4 cup no salt added peas, 1 pear, 1 piece of bread with peanut butter
2 hours after lunch (5:00): 94
dinner: 3 squares of Domino's thin crust cheese pizza, three pieces of Domino's cheesy bread, 16 oz of Canada Dry Ginger Ale
2 hours after dinner (8:30): 122
snack: 11 almonds
Obviously an all carb dinner was a bad idea.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Thankfully, I got to drink ORANGE syrup. You know that stuff McDonald's used to serve way back when? That's what it tasted like. But because I was already very hungry and bordering dehydrated (for me)......it tasted incredible. Hell, anything was better than that fruit punch stuff I had to drink at the OB's office.
Anyway, they had me drink it, took my blood and sent me back out to the waiting room. 55 minutes later, I walked back to the testing area and let my tech know I was ready. then it hit me. 100mL of pure sugar hit me and HJ like a ton of bricks. HJ starts spazzing out, flipping and turning. I'd swear he'd give Paul or Morgan Hamm a run for their medals. Then the tunnel vision and cold sweats. I turn to another patient and ask him to get someone.
Of course, he didn't quite hear me at first, then he looked at me. The head guy from the lab walked into my field of vision and it was all I could to reach up and touch his arm. I said, "I don't feel so good"
"You're a glucose test aren't you?"
At that point, he picks me up......well, not like a groom carries a bride, but close enough. He had my entire weight on him. (me at 5'3 and him at over 6'......yeah, it was a sight)
they get me back to the one room they have an exam table and get me laid down. And they go ahead and take my blood.
I lay there, fading in and out......not sure if I was passing out or just sleeping, but it was 10-15 minute increments. They took my blood an hour later, from the same vein and it hurt A LOT.
Another hour of fading in and out and they hit the same vein a third time. Thsi time, I actually screamed a little.
It's now 4 days post-test and yes, I have lovely bruise. But at least the bruise is covering up the needle marks. Sunday it looked like I had track marks......
Today I learned, I failed. I failed my 3-hour test.
Remember I said that I "barely failed" my 1-hour? She was right......it was 130. According to WebMD, the upper cut off is 140. The lower cut off? 130. So I failed by ONE FREAKING POINT!
The really odd thing? My 1-hour with Duck was 135 and I supposedly passed. Might have something to do with my 8lb, 2oz baby who had low blood sugar at birth.
fasting: 86 (pass)
1-hour: 191 (fail)
2-hour: 119 (pass)
3-hour: 174 (fail)
This site gives the scores for each hour......National Diabetes Information Clearinghouse
So, now I sit back and wait to hear from my OB's charge nurse as to how he wants to handle it. I'll either wind up with daily pricks to my fingers or on medications.
And for your viewing pleasure today, Duck's first listen at HJ's heartbeat. I will say that it's not til 44 seconds that you can really tell it's a heartbeat clearly. He was incredibly active.....I had just had a full lunch to include pudding and Sunny D. (guess that stops now, huh?)
Sunday, November 2, 2008
See, I belong to several online mommy groups. I met J's mom through one of them. Oddly, they lived in MI, so when she would talk about places they'd been or hospitals J had to go to, I knew right where they were.
I came here to post about my 3-hour glucose test yesterday.....but I just can't bring myself to do it. It's not worth complaining about.
I have so very much to be thankful for. Duck, E, HJ on the way.......a roof over my head, a job I love. Sure, there's stress in my life, but not like J had. And certainly nothing like J's parents went through. So, I'm taking a break from my blog for a while. Not sure how long, but I need to do this for myself. To really put things into perspective.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
When I read what happened, I went in and hugged Duck as he slept, then as I went to bed, I rubbed my belly, thankful for both my little boys.
I really don't know what else to say other than I'm so sad for A/B/N's loss.
J-you will be missed dearly!
Friday, October 31, 2008
How can I be so anal about time and dates and NOT realize this when I scheduled the appointment? So I will likely fail my appt tomorrow.
I eat very little in the form of veggies, but eat tons of fruit and I have a huge glass off Juicy Juice peach juice every morning to take my meds with.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
The minimum donation for a t-shirt is $100. Duck has $25 raised so far. I originally set a high goal, but right now I just want to see my Duck get a shirt for his participation.
This is our design, from my friend Heidi:
Please? Without Autism awareness, I really feel that Duck would have fallen through the cracks as just another boy who talked late. We know that's not the case, there's so much more than just a speech delay. But not enough to qualify under PDD-NOS right now. Duck continues to make strides every single day with the help he gets in school. Again, without Autism awareness, this is something we would not have.
To donate, please visit Duck's team member page (click here).
This is such a worth cause and fully tax deductible.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
I'm 5 months pregnant and already outgrowing my maternity pants. NOT supposed to happen this way! I'm seriously not comfortable in anything aside from my yoga pants or pajama bottoms. So, I'll be heading to wherever you can find cheap clothing and looking for mat pants that will get me through at least the next few months.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
I broke down and got my bigger pair of mat shorts out this weekend. Pathetic because at this point with Duck? I had just started wearing mat shorts. 22 weeks! I still have 16 weeks to go! (well, 18 officially)
Can someone please hurry up Christmas so I can start a real countdown? Thanks!
I started buying food items for our annual "Friends, No Family" turkey-day dinner. I do that like my mom, buy a little at each payday, then you're not shelling out buku bucks the week of. The stuffing and green bean casserole are taken care of. I think I'm going to break down and buy a pie, though. I want our guests to come with only their appetites and leave with leftovers!
I'll have to check our menu again to see what else I can buy in advance. The turkey will likely wait til the week of so I don't have to worry about freezer space.
No sweet potatoes at our house, Duck is allergic. So, I'm hoping someone at work brings them to that celebration. Not that either of us feel we're missing out by not having them, it's just that when we've had the opportunity to eat them sans Duck......we forget how gooey sweet they are. (we went out to dinner back in May to Golden Corral when my parents had Duck and we each had some.)
I guess I could just type it out here:
mashed potatoes (from scratch)
green bean casserole
stuffing (no I don't make it because I don't like homemade)
beverages (juice, water, milk, pop--that's soda to non-Midwesterners)
salad or veggie tray
cheese and crackers
I also don't do cranberry mess, either Gross, the only time I've actually enjoyed cranberry juice were the two times I was in the L&D area at the hospital down the street. (when I had Duck and yesterday when I was monitored after the accident)
The best part about FNF Thanksgiving? I have room this year! Thanks to my wonderful ILs, we have beautiful furniture and expanding table. A little short on chairs this year, but I'm thinking that Duck and the other toddler can sit at his table, giving us the two folding chairs for the table. I don't have room to store extra dining room chairs. At least not til I get Duck AND HJ out of a high chair or find a house. I'm sure the former will happen way before the latter!
(well, along with "waz tha soun?")
It's so great to hear him putting words together and using them appropriately.
Went grocery shopping today. Took my car, just drove carefully, making sure it didn't overheat. I wish that we could do things the cheap way just once. I mean, I would have loved to have just gone to a body shop and paid for the new bumper on the Scion outright, but we can't be down both cars. I'm taking a chance as it is driving mine. We did take a look at the owner's manual for the Saturn and it sounds more and more like it is the thermostat. Once the boys get up from naps, we'll take a peak at it.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
After we moved the vehicles.
After I was able to determine it was just the bumper.
Friday, October 24, 2008
So I think fine, I'll turn my wheel back toward the lane I was 90% in. All traffic was stopped. Then this freaking semi comes barreling through the right lane and HITS ME! :(" border="0"> Took the front bumper halfway off, and scraped the hub cap for the front right tire, but no engine damage and it didn't even jar me. I certainly took pictures for the insurance agent.
Anyway, then before we can call 911, the Orange County Fire Dept Batallion Chief comes up behind us. (he was on his way to the same accident as the fire truck) He called FHP and helped us get off the road.
The trucker denied ever hearing the fire truck. Don't know how, it was less than 3 minutes from fire truck to getting hit. I was clock-watching as usual because I was late leaving work.
Anyway, FHP finally gets there, hears both sides of the story.
I was found at fault because the trucker hit me with the back of his truck not the front, but I did not get a ticket. I'm fighting the fault with the insurance company. I did what I was supposed to do (move over for emergency vehicles) and got hit when I was STOPPED. With stopped cars in front of and behind me.
But, the trooper said that because I did the right thing, I wasn't getting a ticket. Stupid trucker comes barreling through the right lane at a red light and I'M AT FAULT?
I have no front bumper. The trooper and trucker took it the rest of the way off and put it in my back end.
Trooper said if I got pulled over on my way home for no front bumper, just to show them the crash report.
I hadn't felt the baby move the entire time we were sitting there (over an hour) and I started to get worried. I asked him if I needed to go later on, he said to take the report to the hospital.
I got home two hours after the accident and HJ hadn't moved yet. So I downed some Sunny D and he started moving again and has been pretty active the past two hours.
I don't want to drive it any more than we have to, but we are going to try and file the claim with All State and make the appt to get the Scion in for repairs.
We just can't catch a break EVER.
I'll come back later with pictures, I promise
Thursday, October 23, 2008
We chose Henry James for many reasons. My dad's name is James T...........but one of my cousin's has a son named James and I really like it for a middle name. T? Yeah, too much of a mouthful for a toddler, especially one like Duck who has a speech impairment. Don't want to set both kids up for frustration.
My grandfather's middle name is Henry. His first name is R. Each of my parents have only one brother and they are both named R. Each of my uncles have a son named R. To me, that's definitely enough Rs in our family. So, we opted for Henry as a first name.
We will call him Henry. NOT HANK. I do NOT like the name Hank. (though I do love King of the Hill.)
I don't even mind HJ as a nickname, E doesn't like it, but I don't think it's horrible. Heck of a lot better than Hank.
In a time when people are coming up with the strangest spellings of even the most "normal" names......we chose a name that was simple, classic and easy.
And I really like the idea of Sam-n-Henry.
So the decision is final. I won't be changing my mind this time. Duck had a different name for a while in utero in the very beginning, but once we knew he was a boy, we chose his name and stuck to it. We've actually had Henry James picked out for a while.
nana (for banana)
bwue cwue (Blue's Clues)
mmeeeehhhhh (how he identifies a sheep)
Jambo! (hello in Swahili thanks to Go Diego Go Safari Rescue)
Cece (this is the babysitter)
uh tun Mama (your turn Mama)
choo choo (can mean either a train or that he wants The Polar Express dvd)
how you (how are you)
Dooby-Dooby (he wants me to read Dooby Dooby Moo by Doreen Cronin and Betsy Lewin)
buh-byee! (with attitude, totally different than bye)
piggie (his stuff at school is labeled with a pink pig)
Zee (the bird on Noggin)
I want ......
waz that sou? (what's that sound?)
wazis? (what's this?)
bay-el (bell.......like a southern belle would say bell)
belly (and he knows that there's a baby in Mommy's belly)
geoge (George, as in Curious George)
So..... (like Dory in Finding Nemo "so, what's......")
Pa-lo (Pablo from Backyardigans)
Henny (Henry, figure we better start working on it now)
Oosy (Lucy, my MIL's dog)
ware dog go? (Where'd the dog go?)
ware go? (Where are you going?)
toos me (excuse me for burps)
- he can/will now identify himself in a picture as "Sam" not baby
- can eat cereal from a bowl WITH MILK! (lots of milk down the front, but i'll take it!)
- eats from a bowl in the car without spilling.....this is big for those long trips
- when he's done with his plate/cup he hands them to us
- he's consistently asking for help
- knows that words on the screen of a tv program means it's over, so he tells it bye-bye. (like bye-bye kwa-kwin when Franklin is over)
- he can correctly identify the letters N, M, O, H and A
- he can identify and match red, blue, yellow, green, and purple. still has difficulty even attempting to say orange, but he can match it
- knows the potty routine of pants down, potty, pants up, flush, wash hands
- knows to cover his mouth when he sneezes
- We're seeing a lot of inflection in his voice these days
- has yet to figure out what to call my mother-in-law. Grandma is too hard yet.....and he just inserted an "m" in Papa for my father-in-law. I'm sure he'll come up with something
I'm still not convinced he's hearing CLEARLY. there are certain words that he says that make me think he's hearing something muffled or because he had ear infections/untreated allergies for so long that because he always heard them muffled he thinks they are supposed to be that way.
Hency, why I hate toddler hearing tests. They only test THAT they're hearing, not WHAT they're hearing.
Monday, October 20, 2008
As for the rest........
*heartbeat: 150 bpm
*weight: ~1 lb
*foot length: 3.99 cm
*measured about 1 week ahead
*No cleft lip or palate
*teeth buds already visible (tech said she'd never seen them this early)
*sucking/swallowing very well
*Risk of Down's based on 2nd integrated screen: 1 in 2,500 (versus 1 in 270 for my age)
*Risk of Trisomy-18 based on 2nd integrated screen: 1 in 10,000 (versus 1 in 100 for my age)
*21 weeks as of 10-20-08
*weight: 175 (a gain of 8 pounds since June 23 when I learned I was pregnant)
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
So, I've been doing a lot more cleaning. I mean, get-down-on-my-hands-and-knees wiping down the floors cleaning. I vacuum all the time, I wipe down things all the time, and I want to be able to see my counter-tops.
I still have boxes to "unpack" which is code for go through and throw the crap away. I mean, 90% of the remaining boxes have been in storage for the 4.5 years since we moved here. If we didn't need it then or now, we won't need it in the future. Rare exception would be things like flashcards for Sam or other art supplies we'll use over time.
Tonight I spent an hour baking cookies. I made a batch of chocolate no-bake cookies and a batch of oatmeal raisin cookies (with the last pan having chocolate chips added --- special mommy-only cookeis). Yes, that's about 10 dozen cookies in an hour. That takes talent. And table/counter space. Something I could NEVER have done in our 1-bedroom apartment.
Monday, October 6, 2008
And then I FAILED????
I guess I'm supposed to feel better about the fact that I "barely failed." How do you "barely fail" a medical test? Probably the same way I "barely passed" the same test with Duck, I guess.
So, I have to go to the lab for the three hour test. GROSS. I had one once.....at the Rippe Institute for a WW study. The only "good" thing was they put in a line so they wouldn't have to keep sticking me. I hope the lab does the same thing!
Duck had an eating day today. Ate toast and cereal for breakfast; mac-n-cheese, peas and chicken nuggets at lunch; fetuccine alfredo with E for dinner; and then some mini-M&Ms and chobby for desert. I'm going to watch it for a few days, but I think I discovered the culprit. He's been having chobby in the morning rather than juice. So, he's full for breakfast time, but will eat if it's something he likes which means he won't eat lunch.
I'm thinking it's time for a new word list from Duck........that will be a future post I think.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
I don't know what his problem was this weekend. He didn't have breakfast, wouldn't eat it until I took a bite of a Nutripals bar. Then he ate that. He ate lunch and dinner, though.
Today, he ate half my Coco Roos, had a cup of chobby. He had a Kit Kat for a morning snack (we don't worry about sugar so much as getting carlories into him, he really does eat healthy). then a grilled cheese for lunch with some pear juice and cheddar sour cream chips. Dinner? Nope. I even made spaghetti and gave him peas. No go. All he wound up having was some water and then his night chobby.
Oddly, I was very relieved to not be the only one noticing he eats so freaking little. We offer 3-5 things even, no such luck. Mac-n-cheese is pretty much a given, as is grilled cheese. But, those things have other implications. He's back off the Miralax, but I feel like now we're trading on issue for the other.
So, visit to the pedi? Pedi gastro?
It's not just toddler eating/non-eating day. this is consistent eating only two meals a day, with a third thrown in once in a while. when I told the teacher that the days he eats both meals at school, he won't eat at school, she thought the same thing as I did. It's not normal.
they had a fire drill on Friday. Then the alarm wouldn't turn off. Of course it was right in the middle of pre-K breakfast. She took them all outside with their breakfast. The rest of the boys ate and then played. She took Duck back inside with some cards to work with and as she was "ignoring" him, he would pick up a cheerio or two and eat. she said he ate about half a bowl before someone came in the room and it was over at that point.
He's weird like that. He either wants to be ignored during meal time or he wants everyone eating and we still haven't figured out when it's time for either.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
seriously, I hate fruit punch of any kind, but to have to drink the equivalent of bag-in-a-box cola syrup flavored like fruit punch.....that is the worst kind of punishment.
I had to talk myself out of puking at least three times in the 55 minutes I had to wait. The ONLY thing that kept me from puking was the thought that if I did, I would have to do the whole thing over again.
OMG I hope I pass so I don't have to do it again til Thanksgiving.
She said "piece of toast and some coffee is fine."
I said, "So, um, I'll be fasting since all I have is Lucky Charms and Cocoa Puffs at my house."
I don't do coffee and we keep forgetting to buy bread, so no toast.
So, I won't eat til almost 11. Keep your fingers crossed that I don't pass out!
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
I swear I felt him from the outside last night. I was laying on the bed, trying to just relax and feel him inside, when all of a sudden, I felt him inside and on the palm of my hand. E was already asleep, so I didn't get to share it with him.
October 3: 1st glucose test
October 5: 2nd integrated screen (1st was on 8.22)
October 20: fetal echocardiogram
As long as I don't have any problems with tomorrow's blood test, I won't have to have another glucose screening until 28 weeks. Otherwise, it's on to the 3-hour test. I was borderline for the 3-hour test with Duck, so hopefully, I will not be anywhere near that tomorrow.
Weight is currently at 173. Total weight gain: 6 pounds.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
But seriously, I would rather drive. That's the way I grew up. Driving and staying either with family or in a pop-up camper. When I was an exchange student in 88, it was my first flight every. At age 14, to a foreign country without my parents.
E and I drove down here in April 04, we drove back home for Christmas 06 and now we'll do it again in 08. (I also did it for NYE 99/00, but that was BE.......Before E.) So, I don't think much of an 18-hour drive. And adding Duck into the mix isn't that bad. As long as we have a full charged dvd player, his Franklin, Diego and Curious George dvds, some Nutripals bars and some Chobby......we're all set. Might look for a new toy the night before we leave though.
Plus? Plus after all the media some of these families with special needs families are getting? I don't need that kind of crap happening with Duck. He'll be much happier in his own seat for 1200 miles, getting to run around every few hours. As I'm sure so would every other Orlando to Detroit passenger be than if we flew. He's just at that age where not getting what he wants entitles him to a full blown meltdown. I hate dealing with them, I won't purposely subject someone else to them, nor would I put my child in a situation where he might have one.
Anyway, things have been crazy.
FIL is here right now. YAY. Love it when he's here. 'Course he brought presents for Duck. Really cool building blocks, an alphabet puzzle and a bowling game. And we've got a PERFECT hallway for the bowling.
Tomorrow? Tomorrow I'm making a pot roast. Last night I had a steak for dinner. I know you're probably all picking your jaws up from the floor. I'm not a big beef eater.
Seriously, I grew up with home-grilled steak every other week. Complete with buttered mushrooms. So, it's not like I wasn't exposed. I just never developed a strong desire to eat it. My mom makes the BEST pot roast in the world. I could eat it any time. But, I live 1200 miles from her. And, really, I don't like to cook big meals for just me and E. Otherwise, I seriously don't eat a lot of red meat. (tacos and spaghetti don't count and we really don't have hamburgers that often.) I'm a chicken or tuna kind of girl. And since E's learned how to successfully grill a salmon steak, we have that about once a month. (he gets fish and I don't have a fishy-smelling apartment)
BUT.......a few weeks ago, I drove by a Texas Roadhouse. And, OHMYGOD, the smell coming from that place was enough to drive me crazy. So, FIL took us there last night and I actually ordered an 8oz sirloin. I seriously was in heaven. I didn't finish it all, but it was enough to curb the craving for a while. But, on my way home, had to go to Super Target to pick up new photos of Duck and found a perfectly perfect pot roast and grabbed some carrots and red potatoes too.
YUM Can't wait to cook that tomorrow.
Then tomorrow night? I'm making chili. Just because I want to have it on hand.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
What do I love about him? He's younger (about 5 years older than me I think), has younger children and isn't so far removed from preschoolers that he doesn't pass Duck's delays off as him just being a slow learner or telling us "he'll talk when he wants to." I also love that he takes the time to listen. He's never once made me feel like a first-time mom. He respects that I take time to research stuff online, that I generally follow his directions (typically with my own instincts thrown in for Duck), and he's just a really great guy overall.
So, we did have to take Duck in this morning. He came home Thursday with a nasty bite. I posted to my mommy groups and got lots of suggestions....chiggers, sand fleas, fire ants, mosquitos.
This is from Friday morning. Keep in my he's a skinny 3yo, so there's not much of his leg not wrapped by this "bite":
I cleaned him up and bandaged it Thursday night, but it was still oozing Friday afternoon when he got to the sitter's. After she told me how icky it still looked, I called the nurseline at pedi's office. They said to bring him to the clinic or to the office the next morning. Well, since the clinic is a $50 co-pay and the pedi is $20, we waited til this morning.
We got right in and Dr. C's nurse was working. She was so impressed with Duck's language. I mean, it's only been since July that we were there and he was chattering away. He identified the trains, planes, and cars on the wall. He pointed to the school, bus and apple on the roll paper and even looked at books quietly.
The NP said it was more than one bite and after I looked at it better, it's most likely fire ants. Like he ran through a hill or something. I'd say 6-7 bites on that one area, plus three on the front (one was from Tuesday).
Sunday, September 14, 2008
My husband thinks I have OCD. Never been officially diagnosed, I think it goes in hand with the first two statements.
Unfortunately, I gave him proof tonight. We have 10 sippy cups. all the same brand. I bought them in two packs. I remember which colors came together. Two weeks ago, I sent Duck to school with his juice to finish at breakfast. The cup never made it home. The teacher doesn't have it. The sitter doesn't have it. And I've cleaned out both cars....nope.
So, tonight, E finds a sippy behind the couch in the den. It's got milk in it..............but, I can tell that since it's chocolate milk, it's not "that" old. As in more than one day, but definitely not 2 weeks.
As I put dishes in the dishwasher tonight, I started counting again. First I got 8, then I remembered that Duck was drinking milk at that time, so I got 9. Still missing one.
"Why do you get all anal about this?" says my husband.
"Because, I know that we have 10 cups and that means I know to be on the lookout for a moldy milk cup if necessary"
So, I waited a few minutes, then I walk into the den and say, "No, anal would be being able to tell you that it's a blue cup with an orange lid. We have 5 blue cups, 3 green and 2 orange. I know that one orange is at the sitter's. There are 2 green in the dishwasher and 1 in the cupboard. So that leaves me with 5 blue cups. Two are in the cupboard, two are in the dishwasher. That means I need one more. And since I have all the green ones and I know that the orange and blue cups came together, I know that the missing cup is blue with an orange lid."
Crap. I AM anal.
He ate: string cheese stick, 2 chicken fingers, 1/2 cup of peas, AND a snack sized KitKat. Plus water.
Oh, and now his favorite word is "soooup-beeee" which means "Super Oobi". If you don't know what or who Oobi is, you need to check him out at this website: Oobi Dance as soon as possible.
Now on to "how not to kill a betta". Last year, just about this time, we inherited our friend's betta fish. They were moving back to Chicago and didn't think the fish would make the 1200 mile drive. HA! HA, I say to them! The first weekend, Duck attempted to commit fishy-cide by dropping the 1-quart tank on the floor spilling blue fish to the floor. He survived. Blue Fish (aka Mr. Fishy at our house) survived the half-block move in May. Really, he got to ride in his cup in the U-haul truck! Still, I think he would have made the 1200 mile trek to Chicago.
Why? Because that's a two to three day trip. While not completely on purpose, but not purposefully paying attention, I managed to not change the water for well over a month, probably closer to two months. The water level was probably less than a pint, dingy and filthy and I honestly can't remember the last time the poor thing was fed.
This morning, I rescued Mr. Fishy changing his water, giving him a full tank to swim around and yes, I even fed him. I think he's happier now that he can swim without his tail touching the bottom of the tank. I'd rather have him in a 10-gallon tank with a filter that I don't have to constantly change, though. But, right now, his 1-quart tank is all we have room for.
So, if you're really looking to get rid of a betta, don't count on it dying in less than a year on its own, don't count on it wanting fresh water (rumor has it they like filthy water), and don't count on it not making a 1200 mile trip. Do it the old fashioned way and buy another one, put them in the same tank and let 'em have at it.
We like Mr. Fishy, really we do. Life just gets away from us sometimes. Thankfully he's a hearty fish.....and really, it's much easier to clean out a tank than to pick up dog poop in the hot, summer, Florida sun.
I just hope that the fresh water and food aren't a shock to his system.