Sunday, February 27, 2011

Five Little Monkeys Jumping On the Bed

One fell off and bumped her head. Three hours and two staples later...


We haven't had an ER trip for over a year, so I guess we were due. Emily was jumping on her bed with some friends yesterday when she fell back and hit her head on the head board. She got an inch wide gash and was bleeding profusely. She was bleeding so much, in fact, it took me a bit to even figure out where it was all coming from. I rinsed some of the blood out of her hair, then put a cloth diaper on it. Those things sure are handy!! We held the cloth diaper on it and she, Matt and Joe were off while I stayed with the houseful of kids.

She called me from the ER and was so chipper I asked her if they gave her medicine. She said, "Nope. But they gave me a bracelet!" Matt said she whimpered when they were putting the staples in but that's all. She's a trooper! She'll get the staples out in seven days.

...And the momma said, "No more monkeys jumping on the bed!!"

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Will Part 2 and Pregnancy Gumption

I'm typically kind of passive aggressive. I get upset about things, but I am rarely confrontational.


Something changes when I'm pregnant. If you catch me just right (or wrong, depending on your perspective), watch out! I stick up for myself and my children in situations where I normally wouldn't. That is a double edged sword. The other day, I was at the park, and a gentleman lit a cigarette less than five yards up wind of where me and my children and some friend's children were playing. It was a playground. Yes it was outside, and I had no legal footing to keep him from doing that, but I asked him very nicely if he wouldn't mind maybe smoking somewhere else. He got really upset, and I felt bad, but he moved to a place where we weren't downwind.
If people would like to smoke, they have that choice. I totally get that. And when they smoke in their cars or even in parking lots, etc, that's something we just put up with because we are in a free society. I just wish they would use a little common sense and consideration when in circumstances like that.

My second recent instance of crazy pregnant lady assertiveness happened today, and with much more important results. Joe had his 18 month visit (a few months late) with the pediatrician. I met with the pediatrician that I first met with when Will was a newborn. Today when she asked if I had any concerns, I told her about Will's evaluation. She kept interrupting with a dismissive "Oh, alright." "That's normal." "He's fine." When I brought up the tongue tie, she almost waved her hand when she said, "Oh, they always say that. It's fine." If that was her informed opinion about my son, that would have been one thing, but she was dismissing it without even looking at his tongue! I lost my cool. I told her this was something I had been concerned with for awhile and in fact had brought up when he was a newborn. I asked her to please take my concerns seriously and at least look at his tongue before deciding it wasn't a problem. She then said that the problem is it's just difficult to find someone who will perform the procedure these days. I looked at her like "And...?" She also said it's usually not a problem unless it actually pulls his tongue down at the end - which it does. As she began the examination, she made several comments like, "Yeah, that really is a bad case. You probably should get it looked at." I don't know whether she was placating me or not. Frankly, I don't care. I would trust her opinion a whole lot more, if she had actually listened to my concerns and examined my child before passing judgment. Advocating for your child is simultaneously frustrating (why should you have to!) and empowering!

We are going to see an ENT next week. Maybe he will look at my son before deciding if something needs to be done. One can hope.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

The Strong Silent Type

When Will was fifteen months, he said "ma"...and that was it. His pediatrician referred him to a local program that evaluates and provides therapy for developmental delays. I didn't call. He was fifteen months. He was slow, but fine. Over the next five months, he learned to run and jump, climb out of everything, color with crayons, build towers with blocks and a hundred other things...except to speak. I didn't even think about it until one night when he was nineteen months. Matt and I were talking about the fact that he doesn't say anything yet, and I realized not only does he lack words, he lacks all consonants except "M" and "B". An alarm went off in my head. That was definitely not normal. He never babels. Ever. He grunts and makes vowel sounds when he wants things, but his speech hasn't developed at all since that fifteen month appointment. I finally called the office of that program and set up an evaluation. Most likely they would say everything's totally fine, but after talking to a good friend who's daughter had similar developmental patterns and did have a need for speech therapy I figured it was worth investigating.


This morning, after two hours of playing with toys and answering a million questions with the evaluators (he did the former, I did the latter), a semi verdict is in. He is right on track developmentally for everything - except expressive communication (aka speech). His speech is at an 8 month old level.

Will is tongue tied and the speech person suggested this could be the problem. All of his consonant sounds are done with the lips and not the tongue. For those who don't know what "tongue tied" is, it is when the frenulum connects the tongue further toward the end than normal, thus restricting movement of the tongue. You can tell when they stick their tongue out (if they can stick it out) it is heart shaped. This naturally interferes with eating and speaking directly proportionate to the severity of the tongue tie. Fixing it is quite simple. Joe had his frenulum clipped at two weeks and I had mine clipped at five. It takes two seconds and heals quite quickly. Total frustration. I took Will in at one week and told his pediatrician that Will was tongue tied - I saw it, and he wasn't latching quite right - making it extra painful to nurse) but she said it wasn't bad enough to worry about. I kind of wish I had just pressed the issue. I just didn't want to do an unnecessary procedure. Oh well. Nothing to do about it now.

If that is the only problem - Huzzah! So, now what. We will be taking Will to someone who specializes in that kind of thing for an evaluation and probably just to clip it, and in about a month from now, he will start speech therapy so we can see better exactly what the cause of the delay is.

I am not a big interventionist. I figure kids are good and will develop when they want to, but I am glad that we got Will evaluated. I knew there was something off.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Thank You Friends

Today I was remembering a dear friend whom I haven't spoken to in years. We knew each other for a few short years, but her impact on my life was permanent and wonderful. I wish we could talk more but life is crazy. I have been truly blessed by my associations. High school friends, college roommates, friends and neighbors I have collected as I have moved around. They have inspired me, helped me, shown me how life truly could be. I'm grateful for these people who lift me whenever we speak or whose profound influence on me in the past continues to lift me. They probably don't even know who they are. It comes from who they are. I was speaking with a friend yesterday. We had a short lighthearted chat before I had to go. I left feeling lightened and wanting to be a better mother, soaking in her enthusiasm for life and love of her family.


Matt received an email today from a former coworker telling him of the influence Matt had on him. Matt didn't intend to be an influential person in this coworker's life, but he was. It's a sobering thing to think about all the people in our sphere of influence. I hope that I can be a bright spot in people's memories like so many people have been for me.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Room to Play

Yesterday, I spent around four hours cleaning the three children's rooms. Three and a half of those hours were spent in one room in particular. It had gotten to the point where he couldn't even kind of tidy his room because the detritus had filled every space, with a lighter area of junk providing a padded walkway, leaving no where to put anything he tried to put away. I had had enough. It was time. After said three and a half hours we have two small areas left, but the bulk of the room and the entire closet are orderly and clutter free. sigh. Joe grumbled for the first hour, but then we started finding things - not the least of which was his only pair of glasses that he had misplaced six months ago (found in the pocket of a sweatshirt he hadn't worn since the fateful day of loss). By the time we called it quits for the day, he was almost giddy with excitement from the transformation. As much as he enjoyed the things he had lost or had forgotten about, he loved the space he now had to actually enjoy them in. For hours yesterday and hours this morning before church, they played! They went to Virginia Beach and Mount Rushmore and a baseball game, and the wild west.


It is amazing how much clutter disrupts your life and keeps you from doing things you normally would. And it seems like it happens without you even realizing it. As much as I dislike cleaning, it feels so fantastic when your house is orderly and organized and in control. It gives you the power to focus on the important things. Yay for the beginnings of nesting and the motivation it is giving me to get rid of my own garbage.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Miracle

I have now had five mid-pregnancy ultrasounds for five different children. I have never been struck so forcefully before by the absolute miracle that it really is for an entire person to develop and grow inside you. I watched in awe as the ribs came into view and the spine and of course the tiny chambers of the beating heart. And then the tiny body would move! How lucky we are as women to have such a priceless roll in our Heavenly Father's plan for His children.


This time I sincerely didn't care if it was a boy or a girl. I was so anxious to see those fingers and toes and fully formed spine and heart. I thought it was a girl, but would have been happy with a boy too. There are wonderful things about each, and the baby will be its own unique self anyway. I have to go back for another ultrasound, because the little cutie wouldn't turn for the tech to see all the parts of the heart. She said that everything looked great, but they just need to see all of it. Well, it's a good thing I was okay if it was a boy, because I was completely wrong. We are having another boy!!

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Question for the Blogosphere

I've always had a good relationship with breakfast. I get up and eat and we're on our way. This pregnancy has changed everything though. I sincerely and passionately hate the morning meal. Mostly because simple sugars make me really sick (breads, pancakes, cereal, sugar sugar). So does dairy. Well, later in the day I can do milk, but not first thing. But, those two groups make up my weekday breakfast staples. So, after that rambling intro, does anyone know of a FAST, inexpensive breakfast that is high in protein and low in simple sugar?