Monday, June 29, 2009
Instead let's check back in with Ned. He is thrilled that his Nanny April is back. We have started trying to find ways to trick him into crawling. Or fishing?
Saturday, June 27, 2009
We are both so thankful that Penny's "illness" (or whatever you'd call dropping O2 levels when she sleeps) is clearly temporary or solvable. In fact we would never have known about it if she hadn't been checked in for the GI tests. While challenging, it is really more of a problem solving and inconvenient situation than life threatening. When I see other kids and walk by other rooms I wonder about their situations. The kids in the "clean" rooms - are they going to be okay or is this just precautionary? The families that filter in and out. We've met a few kids in the incredible playroom they have on the floor - one with a body cast (up to his waist) because of a broken femur (6 weeks - poor parents/2 year old) another with asthma. So it doesn't seem so bad on the floor. I don't think any cancer patients are on this floor but my mind and heart races toward them when I think how much worse things could be for Sweet P.
Anyway, back to tonight's installment of sort of weird parental date night (because I mean if you take away the sick kid basically that's what it was). After seeing Penny so feverish and the painful number of times she was "stuck" looking for blood on Friday night I was ready to stick around and just have Aaron bring Ned on Saturday morning. He looked into my eyes and said "Let me take care of my little girl." Heart wrenching, right? And I've been thinking of it ever since. What a wonderful dad and husband, right? Turns out he was manipulating me. He knew it was really rough on Thursday and that I probably needed some decent sleep. So he thought about it and played on my emotions. Damn, he's good. Of course he meant it too, but he's good. As an aside - between working, traveling, swine flu and sick kids it has been nice to reconnect and it reminds me why we are a good team.
I leave this blog post with a few final items:
1. No way we are leaving before Monday as I watch Penny's O2 levels drop to 81 when she rolls away from the "blow-by" oxygen. Thankfully her wonderful GI doc (who called to check in on us and insisted they NOT put back in the IV line which made her very happy) thinks we'll check out (some of the nurses call it The Hotel) regardless on Monday since it looks like this is a chronic condition.
2. We are losing our "private" room. Another kid and family are moving in. We are closer to bathroom/door but they are closer to window. I think I'd prefer window over aisle if I had a choice. Poor family if they are checking in this late at night.
3. Penny can still have fun. Taking a page from our wonderful Nanny April's book I devised a little play time for her. Take a look -
It required a costume change and some new linens but it was totally worth it.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Just a quick follow-up to tell everyone about my pretty great first Father's Day. My big present was getting to sleep in until about 10. Pretty awesome. (But I had wanted the life-size tattoo of the kids on my chest...maybe next year.)
But then I got a super-cute accidental gift, when I wandered down to the playroom to see Wife and Penny back-to-back, each devouring the written word in their own way:
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
This morning I played the "what's wrong" game with Penny. Up crying at 5:30 am. Switch her into other room. Crying. Get bottle and feed her a few ounces. Crying. Change diaper. Hmmm...2 days without a poop. Give stool softener (which we give her every day). Crying. Give Tylenol. Snuggle crying baby. Baby drifting in and out of sleep on Mommy. Crying. Ah, found it - I feel a tooth. Same first one Ned cut. Same completely horrible teether.
This being "honest" Thursday I feel the need to admit that after 3 months of holding off the worry it is starting to consume me. My kids are almost 10 months old (next week) and were NOT premature babies - why no crawling? No pulling up? Okay, so Penny still has feeding issues but they both WANT to stand - but can't seem to make any connection with how to do it on their own. I have different height objects they can safely pull up on. They spend lots of time on the floor on their backs or sitting. Ned rolls around. There is no crawling. And I've resisted the comparisons when their "friends" started crawling at 6 months to start, then some at 7 months and the last at 8 months. Sure, sure it's not like Ned or Penny will be in college without having learned to walk or crawl or potty train. I just feel like there is this "intelligence" that is linked to certain milestones like crawling and telling their first joke (FWIW I don't think table food or potty training ranks up there). Stupid I know. But there you have it.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
So next Thursday and Friday (not this week) she will be at MGH for various tests - endoscopy, delayed gastric emptying. We'll meet with neurologists and geneticists. I don't think allergists are on the agenda. I get the impression that the GI thinks we won't find much and that her adenoids will be removed.
One hurdle at a time. I do feel like all of this is a drain on the healthcare system. We are "House" style doing tests to rule out things but I'm hesitant to remove adenoids and/or put in a feeding tube if we can try other medicinal routes.
I assumed that I would be the one with Penny overnight at the hospital but Husband assumes it will be him. Really re-enforces our team parenting approach. He's been hit with the short stick on that lately since I've been working like crazy and now gone visiting my sister and new niece.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Off tomorrow to see Allie and Stacey and their daughters (and Finn, too of course). It will be basically a 12 hour triplet reunion - first one since Christmas. I've got to think of ways to convince them to move back to Boston.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
I think women tend to over-explain and frankly seem to feel a need to explain. I often type an e-mail message with a long winded explanation and then delete it. It's an impulse I'm trying to contain because there is no reason to explain myself or my conflicts. Instead I try to offer up an alternate time.
Do you suffer from this affliction? Is this a male-female divider?
Sunday, June 7, 2009
So it turns out swine flu is pretty much like regular flu, only with a slightly sexed up name. Bad, but unremarkable. The worst part was the fever for the first three days, which made me keep playing this scene over in my head:
I think this was also the worst part for Wife, since I kept snickering and telling her "I need more blankets...AND fewer blankets!" Good thing she's patient, or there could have been one more swine flu fatality on the books.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Speaking of immune systems I really hope they haven't inherited Husband's. He left on a business trip on Thursday very early and ended up just staying in bed in the hotel. Back last night for a trip to the urgent care (which charges you an emergency room co-pay, ugh) and he has the flu - yes, H1N1. This is on top of the bronchitis he saw the doctor for last week.
So he is quarantined in the bedroom, I'm sleeping in the guestroom, he's wearing face masks and not allowed to be within more than 5 feet of the kids (that's more my rule - but dammit, they JUST got over ear infections). Our nanny is coming today so I can do work (since Friday was shot to hell) and my brother might come tomorrow so I can do grocery shopping.
In good news Ned cut his second bottom tooth and Penny learned to wave! She had been shaking her head back and forth - but in a fun, laughing way, not the refusing the bottle way she had been. Then as we left for urgent care last night she waved good-bye. She also waved good morning to her daddy from the doorway of our bedroom this morning. So stinking cute.
Here is video proof:
Friday, June 5, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
A friend at work noted that she was jealous and upset when her little girl wants to be comforted by her husband (who is currently taking care of her daughter at home). Another fried is upset how many bedtimes she's missed.
Here's something I read in Penelope Trunk's blog that seems so true: "If you take a man and a woman doing the same office job and the same parenting job, the man will think he’s doing a good job at parenting, but not the woman."
Would a working dad be upset if a child preferred his or her mom or would he probably think - "well, after all she is the mom?" Would a working dad be upset about missing doctor's appointments or bedtime because of client needs? Be stressed about whether the mom he left at home had enough resources not to feel overwhelmed?I wonder if some of the problem is the expectation that we should *feel* a certain way being working moms. Shouldn't I be conflicted about being at work? Shouldn't I want to run home for bedtime or be there for doctor's visits even if client matters are pressing? Shouldn't my heart feel sore when I check on them at night while sleeping because I haven't seen them all day? I *think* society expects me to have those feelings and my guilt is more associated with not meeting that expectation - after all I know the kids are fine and husband is more than an equal parent. I'm not saying I don't have the twinge but I have the same one worrying about whether I'm a good enough lawyer.
This week and last have been the first two weeks where my job meant I was less of a parent than my husband. But since this is an ebb and flow next week I might be the one who has the more flexible schedule. Time to let the Mommy Guilt go and be a Co-Parent.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
- Ned: 19 lbs, 2 oz; 27.5 inches. No idea on percentages but I'll guess 50% for both and check the growth charts later.
- Penny: 13 lbs, 6 oz; 25 inches. I'm guessing 0% (or really negative I guess) for weight and 5% for height (decreasing from 10%, no surprise) means she has only gained 11 ounces in three months. Jesus - didn't realize writing about it could make me as misty-eyed as talking about it does.
Random pictures of the kids from Ohio so I can think about how cute they are when I'm trying to work.