tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50142705945834154752024-03-14T01:02:18.111-05:00Monkey and The GorillaA blog about my twins, James (monkey) and Bobby (the gorilla).Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413268428409457190noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014270594583415475.post-91084171403589558412013-06-19T18:12:00.001-05:002013-06-19T18:12:55.275-05:00Catch UpSomehow, I only just published a post on Disney World I wrote in December. In related news, I don't think I remember anything else about that trip, so we'll see if there are any other Disney posts. I've been terribly blog delinquent and haven't written since December. But I just realized there's a blogger app for iPhone (which I'm using now), so hopefully that will get me back in the blogging world, albeit probably with typos. <div><br></div><div>The boys have made so many advances since December; I need to go back and read previous posts so I can update y'all fully. Off the top of my head, the biggest thing is probably that James says "truck" or "dump truck" to describe anything with wheels, and he says "oh dear" whenever he's unhappy. Bobby doesn't talk, but they certainly babble at each other and understand what each other are saying. </div><div><br></div><div>I leave you with a cute pic or two:</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBe7ldyvsMYLtuK7nUk92fgOcKMMI9sYryKhU_0Y9mpu3aYRRThwAoaSrpJV0qZUxzruxfTYfpSlXX91r73o7rsyup9Uq5JtmdQuA4R_MPWWLvXgW4liK8rp5083ZpZieGVZzuBLyNrZQ/s640/blogger-image--1017287114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBe7ldyvsMYLtuK7nUk92fgOcKMMI9sYryKhU_0Y9mpu3aYRRThwAoaSrpJV0qZUxzruxfTYfpSlXX91r73o7rsyup9Uq5JtmdQuA4R_MPWWLvXgW4liK8rp5083ZpZieGVZzuBLyNrZQ/s640/blogger-image--1017287114.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">James enjoying salsa and chips</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYZDa4ZyxdYkfcfHfhGaxM98tsbL-FR57oYu7shj3_Qrot986s3IPeiQYrtx1-1CtENp7cNv1XiFd3eT_OoIc_AmbhvI0ghdNPtI5SDfw2qe5-3guQzCqc06bhCr5rR43v-P_EgMpYmXM/s640/blogger-image-38232001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYZDa4ZyxdYkfcfHfhGaxM98tsbL-FR57oYu7shj3_Qrot986s3IPeiQYrtx1-1CtENp7cNv1XiFd3eT_OoIc_AmbhvI0ghdNPtI5SDfw2qe5-3guQzCqc06bhCr5rR43v-P_EgMpYmXM/s640/blogger-image-38232001.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Bobby passed out on the floor after deciding to start his day at 4am</div><br></div><br></div>Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413268428409457190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014270594583415475.post-5665440172299422882012-12-18T10:14:00.000-06:002013-06-19T18:04:11.922-05:00Disney World!<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Way back at the beginning of November, we took the boys for their first trip to Disney World. Peter's family has gone every year to Disney World since he was pretty small - maybe two or three years old, so it's become something of a tradition. They're members of the Disney Vacation Club, which basically gives the member points to use against hotel rooms during each year, so we only had to worry about our flights and costs once we got there, which was nice.</span><br>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The boys did pretty well on the flight; they slept most of the way there. Once we got there and picked up our luggage, we headed for Enterprise rental car. That was an absolute mess. It took forever to get our car, and then once we got everyone settled and ready to go, there were no keys. Nobody knew where they were. So we had to find another car and get everything transferred. The car they tried to give us was a no-go, because the boys' seats wouldn't fit in it properly. Finally, we got a small Volvo crossover/SUV type thing, so I think we really ended up ahead in the deal, since we got a premium car, but it took over an hour to get the whole thing settled.</span><br>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We finally arrived and got settled in at the hotel - we stayed at the Kidani Villages (the Disney Vacation Club property at the Animal Kingdom Lodge). It was wonderful for the boys - they could see animals from the balcony, which they thought was awesome! We all stayed in a three-bedroom grand villa. Initially, Peter and the boys and I were in a separate room, but somehow the booking got mixed up and they had us in a studio rather than a one-bedroom. That meant that everything was in one room, so there would be no place for us to go after the boys were asleep, not to mention that there really wasn't room for two pack and plays. But we switched into the grand villa where everyone else was staying, and there was plenty of room - plus we got to bank the points that would have been used on that extra room! Generally there are enough points in a year for the family trip, plus one kid (they alternate between Peter and each of his sisters) to take a long weekend. So there are some years we've been to Disney twice in one year, and his sister has been even more times than that - she loves Disney!</span><br>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We had lunch in the room (very late - I think it was probably 3:30 or 4 by the time we got to eat) and then room service for dinner that night with Peter's mom, his sister, and her husband. Peter's other sister arrived late that night, and her boyfriend arrived a few days later (he had to work). The first night was hard; the boys were up off and on all night. I think they both ended up sleeping in the (thankfully) king-size bed with us. I think the combination of a new place, seeing more people for the first time in awhile, plus the noise whenever they rolled over in the pack and plays (there were sheets, but you could still hear a plastic-y noise) just kept the poor little guys awake. </span><br>
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<br>Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413268428409457190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014270594583415475.post-50474226820147771672012-12-17T09:58:00.002-06:002012-12-17T09:58:30.003-06:00Sadness<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I realize that I haven't posted in a month and a half; things have been a little crazy at our house. After we got back from Disney World (which I hope to write about later), one of us was sick after the other, and in any spare moments I've been trying to get the boys' playroom done so that they have a place of their own to play, rather than in the middle of the living room. All that, plus holiday prep, means things like blogging have fallen to the end of the list. Now, though, I'm sitting in a doctor's waiting room undergoing fructose sensitivity testing. Basically, I've had to drink a really awful, sweet solution and they then have me breathe into a machine every 30 minutes for 2 hours to see if I have a fructose sensitivity. Fun times, let me tell you. But since I'm a captive audience, I thought I'd get back on the blogging train. Before I start back with general blogging though, I wanted to say a few words about the Newtown tragedy (or as many as I can before I start sobbing in front of all these people).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I honestly don't know what to say. Every time I think about those babies with their lives cut short, I'm heartbroken. How do you write an obituary for a six- or seven-year-old? And then how do you write nineteen more? The funerals and services begin today, and my heart aches for the parents and families and friends. The other night, I was up with James in the middle of the night for over an hour trying to get him back to sleep. I was annoyed and tired, but then I thought, you know, there are twenty families who would give anything to be awake with their babies. Anything for a crying child in the middle of the night. Twenty families who may be awake, because they are so overcome with grief that they can't sleep. And then the countless other families who are awake with children who can't sleep because they're terrified, terrified because they saw or heard their friends and teachers get gunned down in a place that was supposed to be a safe haven. I don't know what the answer is. I know that it is important that we have this conversation now. Don't put it off, and say it's too soon. Soon it will be too late. I've seen people commenting that it isn't all about guns; it's about access to mental health care, too. This is certainly true; we need to have quality mental health care available to anyone who needs it. But I think people jump to guns because there's no way we can ever help all the people who need mental health care. There's no way to track everyone down, and no real way to force those who need help to take it if they don't want it. And because of that, I think people look to something that can be legislated, and that's gun control. Living in Texas, I don't know that banning handguns would work. I know that several countries have done that, but I wonder what their rate of gun ownership was beforehand. As I said, I don't know what the answer is. There probably isn't one single answer. But we have to do something. No parent should ever have to bury her child. No child should ever see his best friend gunned down, or hear his favorite teacher die defending his life. This has to stop. </span>Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413268428409457190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014270594583415475.post-74810826804687502362012-11-07T18:20:00.001-06:002012-11-07T18:20:17.700-06:00First Birthday WellCheck and the Horrors of Milk<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The boys had their one-year well-check the Monday after their birthday. Their pediatrician said they looked good and were doing really well. They had to get four shots, which they were not too keen on, but they did ok. Unfortunately, the pediatrician didn't give me the usual printouts with all their measurements and percentiles, so these are approximated from looking at their charts online (our pediatrician uses MyChart, which lets the parents look at the records online) and plugging numbers into an online calculator, which I don't know if I believe:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Bobby:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Height: 30 inches (51st percentile)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Weight: 23 pounds (49th percentile)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Head Circumference: 19.1 inches (93rd percentile)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">James:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Height: 29.5 inches (34th percentile)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Weight: 20 pounds 2 ounces (11th percentile)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Head Circumference: 18.25 inches</span> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">(45th percentile)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We also got the ok to switch the boys from formula to whole milk, cold turkey. I was so thrilled to not have to deal with formula! We took the boys to Trader Joe's and picked up some organic whole milk. I've gotta say, I was really disappointed with the new (to Houston) Trader Joe's. After having routinely shopped there in Chicago, I felt like this one was tiny and didn't have the same variety of stuff that the ones in Chicago did.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Anyway, we made the milk switch on Monday, and on Friday, I noticed that James was really straining to poop, and the poor little guy was crying because he hurt. I called the doctor, and the nurse I talked to said that they wanted his belly to be x-rayed in case of obstruction (this was after giving him a suppository, which did nothing). The nurse insisted that it couldn't possibly be the milk, even though I was certain it was. She even told me to keep giving him milk. Yeah, I don't think so. Of course, by now it was after hours, and they don't have an x-ray tech after hours even though they have appointments, so they made me go to Texas Children's ER. I called mom and asked her to meet me with a sandwich, because I hadn't eaten dinner. We got there about 7 pm and left at 3. IN THE MORNING. It was awful. They gave him multiple suppositories - all he did was push them out. X-rays showed no obstruction, thankfully; he was just all backed up. They finally gave him some miralax and told me to bring him back that night if he still hadn't pooped. Thank God, he pooped later that day while I tried to grab a nap. We took the ER doctor's advice and switched both boys to soy milk - there's really no way to give one something and not the other. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Needless to say, that weekend was awful. James's sleep schedule was all off, neither of them were too keen on soy - it was just a mess. When I called the pediatrician on Monday to report in and get his opinion, his nurse relayed that he needed the fat and calories from whole cow's milk and needed to be on it, so just give him miralax every day. What? Are you kidding me? Medicate my child every day with something you aren't even supposed to give babies? I don't think so. That's the one time I have ever really disagreed with him. So, after talking to my friend about how she had switched her 2-year-old over, we set up a slow change - first four days of six ounces of formula with 2 of milk, then four and four, finally two and six, and then all milk. Right now we're about to finish with four and four, and (fingers crossed), all seems to be going well. I think James's system just needed time to adjust. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Finally, a couple pictures in exchange for listening to me talk about poop! =)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span>Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413268428409457190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014270594583415475.post-44026986104943816142012-11-05T13:19:00.004-06:002012-11-05T13:19:49.578-06:00Happy birthday, boys!<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">With fingers crossed that James was all better and that Bobby wouldn't now get sick, we celebrated the boys' first birthday as planned on Saturday, the 20th. In a bit of background, let me say that I have never been hugely into birthdays. They're fun, but my family was never one to make a massive deal out of anyone's birthday (nor do I think you should), and I lately have felt like if I start to build up a birthday in my mind, I get really disappointed. That said, Peter encouraged me to go all out for the boys' first birthday, and I found myself thinking, this will be different. Right. I planned on a food truck (the food truck phenomenon is sweeping Houston, and they're so much fun for a party - they come, feed you, provide something to talk about, and take all the trash with them. What could be better?) Well, the truck I really wanted was booked for a private event already, and the other I talked to wouldn't head out to our suburb for an event of less than 100 people. For a first birthday? I don't think so. But I absolutely refused to cook, so I had Central Market do some trays, and they were quite good, I must admit. Moeller's bakery did the cookies (for party favors), the big cake decorated like a zoo, and the smash cakes for the boys. Another minor screwup - the cookies were supposed to be dinosaurs, but as you can see below, they're pumpkins. At least the boys were little - it made no difference to them! No one from Peter's side of the family was able to come; I felt really bad for him, but he didn't seem too upset about it. So we ended up having a much smaller event than originally planned with my parents, sister, grandmother, and some friends. I think the boys had a blast, though, and all four of us took a three-hour nap afterward!</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">James is ready to party!</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span>Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413268428409457190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014270594583415475.post-5798992548752126462012-11-03T21:18:00.001-05:002012-11-03T21:18:06.059-05:00Roseola<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Wow, I'm about two weeks behind in posting. A bit more than that, actually. I figure I've got to catch up to real time before we go on vacation to Disney World - or at least that's my goal. So here's a post about James that's been rattling around in my head:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The week before their birthday (of course), James started running a fever of 103.8 on Monday. He was very lethargic (quite unlike him) and just obviously didn't feel good. We took him in to an "after-hours" (read: after 5 pm and 10 bucks more expensive) appointment. Of course, our normal pediatrician was out of the office, so we saw another doc. He gave him some advil, informed me that he had a virus, and sent us on our merry way. I wasn't thrilled - my friend who sees the same doctor we do told me this other doctor (who was actually Peter's pediatrician) has a "been there, done that, seen it all" attitude. So while his diagnosis may be right, he is not reassuring and doesn't really give you any tips as to how to manage symptoms while you get through the virus. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The next day, we were over at my mom's, and James had been passed out in her lap for quite some time, when she told me he was feeling super hot. We took his temperature, and it was 105.2. I was terrified. We called the pediatrician, and of course our doctor still wasn't there, but they told us to bring him in and he would see another pediatrician. Well, after I did some very stern talking (no actual yelling, mind you), because we were stuck in the waiting room with a severely ill child for nearly an hour, we got back to see the doctor, who was really nice. Unfortunately, at this point, James started crying/screaming uncontrollably, interspersed with bouts of just passing out. When she examined him, it seemed like he was in a lot of abdominal pain. She said she was afraid of intussusception. Basically this means that the intestines have telescoped into each other, and it can cause huge problems - it happens to a lot of preemies, and I had read about it when I was having such early contractions and put on bed rest. So of course, at this point I was terrified, although trying to be as calm as possible.</span> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">She called Texas Children's Hospital and told them she was sending us for an abdominal ultrasound. As we headed over there, mom texted my sister that she needed to come pick up Bobby. She met us at the hospital and took Bobby in his carseat, put him in her car, and drove him to our house, where Peter met her and took Bobby. In the meantime, mom and I took James to wait for his ultrasound - after 5, there's only one tech, so it took a while. He did really well for the ultrasound - he screamed for a little bit (the exam took forever), but he then was so tired and sick he just passed out. We got word that the ultrasound was normal (thank God), and that we could either take him to the ER if he was still screaming, or take him home. After taking one look at the line for the ER (it was now about 7:30 pm and the ER was packed), we headed home. When I checked his temp before bed, it was down around 100 - the ultrasound gel all over his belly really cooled him down.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The next day (not to sound repetitive), we were able to take him to see his normal pediatrician, whom I adore. He catheterized him to take a urine sample, just to rule out a UTI, but told us that since his fever was decreasing, it was probably just a really awful virus. We could alternate doses of advil and tylenol every 3 to 4 hours to keep the fever down. The next morning, his fever was gone, and he was covered in spots. The pediatrician called me to check on him (and to tell us the urine was clean) and told me that the rash was a great sign - it was confirmation that he had roseola, a virus. Basically, there was no way to confirm that that's what it was until the rash appeared (which it always does at the very end), and of course nobody wanted to take a fever that high lightly - it could have been any number of other things. I was so relieved. By the end of the day Friday, Jamesie was feeling much better. We were able to have their first birthday party on Saturday as planned, and celebrate their actual birthday Sunday.... that's my next post!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span>Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413268428409457190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014270594583415475.post-51305338769606405612012-11-02T15:50:00.003-05:002012-11-02T15:50:46.574-05:00Various and Sundry<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I'm feeling very tired. Tired and stressed. Part of it is the monster sinus infection I have. I had one when we got back from Seaside (that was great fun, by the way, having a sinus headache that left me in tears in the middle of the night in rural Florida. Peter had to go to a gas station because that was all that was open and get me tiny packets of Advil and Mucinex, which I took double doses of so that I could at least sleep. Good times.), and my doctor gave me a z-pack. Long story short, that didn't work, so I went to see my ENT at the beginning of this week (although it feels like a lot longer ago). He put me on a monster antibiotic (my mom informed me she didn't know it came in that strength) and steroids, and informed me that if this doesn't fix it, I have to have surgery. Great. That's what I like to hear. So I feel tired and rundown, and I feel like everything that can go wrong in some way likes to at least try to go wrong, even if I rein it back in before it goes too terribly wrong.... Does that make sense? But then I think that I could be living in the northeast and enduring the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy, with no power and two toddlers, so things could be much, much worse, and I'm grateful. Right now I just feel like things are a little hard, and I would like a little bit of a break, thank you. But I don't think moms really get to take a break.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">On the upside, my parents have a new dog. This pug turned up at their place out in the country several months ago, and my dad kept thinking that he would continue on his merry way, but he never did. Mom finally convinced Daddy that he needed to bring the dog in, since he clearly wasn't going anywhere. This dog clearly belonged to someone - he is clean, healthy, and sits on command, but they haven't been able to find his owner. Mom thinks maybe somebody couldn't take care of him anymore and dropped him by the side of the road, and he made his way to their property. Daddy's been calling him PD (for Porch Dog, because he liked to hang out on the porch), but we have to rename him. PD sounds like Petey, and then everyone gets confused as to whether we're talking about the dog or my husband. Slight difference. I proposed Jeeves. He's a cutie pie, don't you think?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span>Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413268428409457190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014270594583415475.post-87071725826458797112012-10-25T17:20:00.001-05:002012-10-25T17:22:55.247-05:00Pumpkin Patch<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">On Wednesday, we visited the pumpkin patch that a local (well, local to my mom) church puts on as a fundraiser. I dressed the boys up in their orange gingham overalls with smocked pumpkins. Now, baby clothing sizes are so weird. Right now, the boys are wearing 12 months if I want something to fit perfectly (although some 12 month things are big on James) or 18 months if I want something to be slightly big (bigger on James, since he weighs three pounds less than Bobby). I ordered these back in the summer, so having no idea how big the boys would be, but knowing they tend to run pretty true to size, I ordered two of the 12-month size. These particular 12-month sizes are huge, though! I can't help wondering if they've been mislabeled and are actually size 18 month, because I've never had this brand run so big. But all this goes to explain why Jamesie's pants are rolled up and why the tops seem so big, even on Bobby. My sister got them pumpkin-top headbands, so they're wearing (or chewing on) those in a few shots. The ladies working there were so nice; they were very helpful in getting smiles out of Bobby! The boys had had their 12-month shots the day before (12-month update later), and I think he was still feeling crummy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Meanwhile, James seems to be going through some sort of phase. Mom thinks he's discovering that he's capable of doing way more than he realized. I don't know about that, but he's definitely doing something - he seems sometimes to have hit the terrible twos at one. Sometimes he just screams and screams unless he's being held. This would be hard enough with one baby and is really not feasible for one adult with twins. So sometimes he just has to scream. This is fun, let me tell you. And after a couple of nights of going to bed at a reasonable hour, he's back to going to bed late - 11:15 the last two nights. Although, he did sleep through the night until a little after 9 this morning, so that was pretty fabulous, even if he did get a late start.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">One last thing - I voted early today. It took me maybe ten minutes, start to finish! Of course, part of this is that I live in the boonies, but it was still much, much better than voting on election day, I would guess. And the beauty of voting early is that, if you do happen to go somewhere with a long line, you can leave and choose a better time or place - it's not like election day, when you don't have that option. So get out there and vote! </span><br />
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<br />Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413268428409457190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014270594583415475.post-57935451704935639492012-10-14T10:46:00.002-05:002012-10-14T10:46:35.650-05:00Bobby's OT<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Bobby has been scheduled for his OT (occupational therapy) evaluation on Friday. This will evaluate his sensitivity issues, hopefully making it easier for him to wear his bipap machine and get help with his apnea. Right now, he's ok playing with the machine, but any attempts to strap the mask to his head terrify him. Of course, we tried it with James, and he doesn't care at all about having things on his head - figures! After the evaluation appointment, we will learn exercises we can do at home, as well as make a series of appointments for him to come in and get checked out. This may take anywhere from days to weeks to months... I'm hoping for something on the shorter side! And now it's time for a morning bath for the boys - gotta go!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span>Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413268428409457190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014270594583415475.post-89371506909780972982012-10-13T19:33:00.004-05:002012-10-14T15:44:24.485-05:00Seaside, FL<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Over a long Columbus Day weekend, Peter, Bobby, James and I, along with our friends Ross and Steffie, went to Seaside, Florida, one of our favorite beach destinations. Peter's mom owns a house in Seaside, so we don't have to deal with hotels or condo rentals, and Seaside is such a beautiful, relaxing place. We have a close-by beach in Houston (Galveston), but the water's pretty warm and, well, brown. In Seaside, you can see your feet, and watch as little schools of fish swim around and nibble on your toes. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">They</span> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">did pretty well on the flight. We bought them each a seat, so Peter and Ross took James, and Steffie and I had Bobby in the row behind them. Both boys slept most of the hour-and-a-half flight, and woke up towards the end. I don't know about James, but Bobby felt the bumpy landing with slammed-on brakes was hilarious! Guess that little guy's going to like roller coasters!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We tried to keep the trip relaxed. We went to the beach a couple of times. The first time, James thought playing in the sand was just fabulous, and Bobby wanted nothing to do with anything. The second time, James was pretty ornery (he hadn't slept well the night before), so he was not a huge fan of anything, but Bobby loved going out pretty far into the ocean and being swirled around in the sea, as well as jumping waves. We've got ourselves a little fish! They also enjoyed swimming in the kiddie pool with me and Steffie, and going out to eat - they love smoked tuna dip! Well, let's be honest, they loved pretty much any grown-up food we stuck in front of them! Ross and Steffie went home Sunday afternoon, and we headed home Tuesday. The flight going home was super easy for Peter - James slept the entire way! Bobby required entertaining almost the entire flight, though, and finally fell asleep as we started to descend - of course! All in all, though, our first trip with the boys went well, and it helped teach me what we do and don't need to do for our big upcoming trip to Disney World with the boys Veterans' Day weekend.</span><br />
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Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413268428409457190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014270594583415475.post-57686876532064847332012-09-28T15:07:00.001-05:002012-09-28T15:10:20.758-05:00Updates on Bobby and General Life<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Life has been a little crazy around here. I had to have a colonoscopy and endoscopy on Monday, so I had to spend the weekend prepping for that (disgusting, not fun, thank you very much) and then spent Monday recovering and not getting nearly as much sleep as I planned on. In the meantime, I seem to have caught a nasty virus, and I feel like I was run over by a truck. I would seriously like to curl up in bed and sleep for the next, I don't know, two weeks? To top it all off, we (along with our best friends Steffie and Ross) are taking the boys on their first vacation, to Seaside, Florida. We'll be staying in Peter's mom's house (so no dealing with hotels, thankfully), but this will be the boys' first flight. It's only an hour and a half, so I'm hoping it's survivable for all. What I'm really worried about is the nights. We've been having major trouble getting James to sleep. I'll get him to fall asleep, put him down in his bed, and he immediately wakes up and starts screaming (and I mean *screaming*). The only solution seems to be to let him play himself out until he'll take a bottle and pass out in Peter's arms, anywhere between 9 pm (not such a big deal) and 11 (rather a bigger deal). He will then frequently have a bad dream, because he's overtired, and wake up screaming a few hours later. I fear Ross and Steffie will get absolutely no sleep. I also worry about getting the boys to go down (and stay down) for naps. I figure at worst, we can put them in the car and someone will drive them around for an hour or two. Of course, then that person doesn't get a nap, which is the sucky part for them. Yes, I said sucky. I'm tired, okay?</span><br />
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Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413268428409457190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014270594583415475.post-17555446191116415852012-09-12T19:31:00.001-05:002012-09-12T19:31:07.835-05:0010 Month UpdateWell, the boys turned 10 months on August 21, but I've been a little slow about getting pictures up. The pictures were taken about a week late, so I guess I'm just late all around! In terms of updates, the boys haven't both been to the doctor recently, so I don't have numbers for both. At the neurologist on Monday, Bobby was 22 pounds and 31.5 inches long. James is lighter and shorter, as usual. Bobby still has just the one tooth and is perfectly happy crawling around, although he is doing more cruising. James is sporting five teeth at the moment and desperately wants to walk. Both boys love to play with just about anything (including kitty toys) and enjoy watching Dinosaur Train, Caillou, Sesame Street, and Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood (a new addition). They really love anything with music. Jamesie "sings" along with the radio in the car. Bobby has been pretty clingy of late; I'm hoping this is a phase that will pass soon! They both love bath time, and they love to crawl into Peter's and my bathroom and go to the tub. Bobby then turns the water on (thankfully he can only reach the cold water) and watches it flow. The past few days he's started turning it off, waiting a bit, and then turning it back on. Jeremy (one of our cats) often hops up to watch this game; he finds it most entertaining! James has also randomly bitten my toe twice today, and let me tell you, with both top and bottom teeth, that's extremely painful!<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I see that apparently the last time I posted was August 17.... Way too long ago! Things have gotten a little crazy around here (so what else is new) - we bought a new bed for our room (king size, finally!), so this spurred me to paint the room before it was delivered. Between painting, and trying to organize rooms that I've been meaning to work on since we moved in, I haven't had much time for blogging. I've said it before, but I'm really going to try to post more often!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We met with Bobby's neurologist today and got the results of his bloodwork back. His genetic tests were normal, and there was only one metabolic level that was a little high. She said that it was likely because of diet, so we will repeat it this week first thing in the morning, before he eats. She said there's no way he has whatever issue this is the metabolic marker for - apparently it causes frequent seizures and makes you eat around the clock. Definitely not Bobby! After getting those results back, we can check all our ENT and neurologist testing off the list and are left with unexplained central sleep apnea. This is good, in that it means he may outgrow it (he wouldn't have outgrown a genetic issue, for example), but bad in that there is nothing specific to treat. Dr. Jones (the neurologist) now wants us to go back to meet with Bobby's pulmonologist/sleep doctor, Dr. Jon, because she didn't feel comfortable making treatment decisions without Dr. Jon's input. Unfortunately, our appointment with Dr. Jon isn't until November 26. I'm trying to get it moved up, and if we can't, I'm considering switching him to a sleep specialist in Dr. Jones's practice whom we could see earlier. We'll see.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Both boys are continuing to be super-duper mobile; James is working very hard on walking. I think at this point, it's more of a confidence issue than anything else. He'll take many, many steps holding on to an adult's hands, not putting any weight on the hands, so I think he's almost there. Bobby isn't working as hard on walking; he seems much more content with crawling/scooting around, although he is doing more cruising around on furniture. The house is finally completely baby-proofed, so they are just wandering around, and they're very happy with their freedom! James is working on his fifth tooth - three on top and two on the bottom! Bobby still has just the one tooth poking out. Bobby started saying "mama" yesterday directed specifically at me, although so far, he's only done it when he's upset! </span><br />
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<br />Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413268428409457190noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014270594583415475.post-12614101696924708782012-08-17T12:34:00.003-05:002012-08-17T12:34:18.632-05:00Bobby's MRI<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So sorry for the radio silence the past couple of weeks, folks - things have been super busy around here, but I finally have a few minutes to spare, and blogging it is! We met with Bobby's neurologist, Dr. Melissa Jones, who is absolutely fabulous! We adore her! She scheduled Bobby for an MRI to make sure his brain architecture is normal, and we were able to schedule it for Tuesday (neurologist appointment was the previous Friday). The only downside was that because they were doing it under general anesthesia, he wasn't allowed to have anything to eat or drink after midnight the night before. Soothing a crying, upset baby at 2:30 in the morning when you can't give him any milk is next to impossible - it took me 45 minutes to get him back to sleep. I then had to get up at 4:30 to get everything ready and get James dropped off at my mom's house, because we had to be at the hospital at 6:30 in the morning. Yuck! He made it through the MRI just fine, although he woke up crying - apparently this is normal, though, and after some graham crackers and apple juice in the recovery room, he was right as rain. The best part of the whole thing - the general anesthesia stuck around in his system and he slept through the night the next two nights - FABULOUS. Of course, now we're back to normal. We got the results the next day, and thankfully Bobby's brain architecture is 100% normal. She then sent us for metabolic and genetic blood work, and that was absolute hell. They took seven vials of blood. Seven. From my tiny boy. I had to hold him down and they had to do two separate draws from each arm because he stopped bleeding; it took over an hour. It was horrible. We both left in tears. We don't get the metabolic results for two weeks and the genetic results for four. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span>Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413268428409457190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014270594583415475.post-4639582076011622782012-08-02T19:26:00.003-05:002012-08-02T19:28:06.149-05:00Nine Month Photos - Finally!<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Finally time for the nine month photos! We took them a few days ago, but then life intervened.... During the night last Sunday, Bobby woke up and he felt like he was on fire. Turned out he had a temp of 103 - highest the poor guy has ever had. He was diagnosed with an ear infection and a nasty virus that's going around that gives you about five days of fever. Over the week, his highest temperature has been 104.2 - poor little one. This afternoon, though, his temperature has been only 100 and he is much happier. He's taken two long naps today (very unusual for him), so I'm hoping that was his body getting through the worst of it and sending him on an upward swing! Fingers crossed! And now for the photos - Bobby is on the left and James is on the right (taken a week after their actual nine month birthday, but close enough!)....</span><br />
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The mamaroo chair (or "magic chair" as my friend Ginger calls it) was a lifesaver during our first few months. We registered for two after Ginger's rave reviews (her son is 22 months older than our boys) and were lucky enough to receive one as a shower gift. We bought the second one after we were sure the boys liked it using gift cards we'd received - yes, it's expensive, but worth every penny! It moves in several different directions/patterns (tree swing, ocean wave, etc.) and can make white noise. You can also plug your iPod in to the speakers. This was often the only place the boys would sleep for the first few months. They loved it!</div>
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fisher-Price-Newborn-Rock-Sleeper-Yellow/dp/B002M77N22/ref=sr_1_1?s=baby-products&ie=UTF8&qid=1343569590&sr=1-1&keywords=fisher+price+rock+and+play+sleeper" target="_blank"><b>Fisher-Price Newborn Rock 'n Play Sleeper</b></a></div>
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My mom got two of these to have at her house, and as soon as I saw them in action, I got them for our house. They weigh next to nothing and fold up, so they're easy to move around (unlike the mamaroo), and the back is at a nice angle for the baby to be able to look around. When they were very small, it was a good place to park them. Now, they give themselves their bottles in them and sometimes take naps in them during the day. I'm dreading the day when Bobby hits the 25 pound weight limit!</div>
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The boys both needed to be swaddled to sleep well (Bobby especially startled a lot), and doing an actual swaddle with a receiving blanket with a wriggling baby is a pain in the neck. These swaddleme wraps are fabulous and pretty foolproof. I would say we used them for the first four or five months, and they were a life-saver.</div>
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Bobby figured out how to get his arms out of the swaddleme, so we switched him to this. It's much more complicated to use (Peter almost always had to the wrapping, because I could never get it tight enough), but it kept Bobby well-swaddled once we figured it out. We used it until he got to be about five months, and at that point he was starting to get too long for it.</div>
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<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">is 29 inches tall (77th percentile)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">is 19 pounds 2 ounces (28th percentile, although I think of him as being such a porker!)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">has a head circumference of 18.5 inches (91st percentile - there's my big-headed boy!)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">is crawling like a champ - actually, he does a sort of scoot/crawl thing, with two hands, one knee, and one foot.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">loves to pull up on anything and anyone</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">still has no teeth</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">will take a few steps while holding on to someone's hands, but loves to bounce while doing so! </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">is drooling like crazy</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">still loves to suck on his soothie (blue, of course, as always), but also loves to chew on it</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">is something of a toy thief!</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">loves to bounce - in his bouncer, with someone holding him under the arms, any way he can!</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">likes looking at his reflection - either in the tiny mirror in his activity center or staring at the glass of the fireplace </span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">is 27 inches tall (13th percentile - what a difference 2 inches makes at 9 months)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">is 16 pounds 11 ounces (4th percentile)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">has a head circumference of 17.99 inches (64th percentile)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">is scooting around some (he can definitely get where he wants to go), but he would really like to skip directly to walking</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">keeps trying to stand up all by himself, without holding onto/pulling up on anything</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">pulls up like a champ</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">will take steps holding on to someone's hands, often on his tip toes</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">has two teeth, which we've affectionately named Chomper and Muncher</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">is pretty much done with his soothie - will very occasionally take one in the middle of the night. Of course, if Bobby's is available for stealing and chewing on, that's a different story!</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">loves to be flipped upside down or thrown up in the air</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">is not sleeping through the night anymore, I think because of his teething</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Nine month photos will have to go up tomorrow; poor Jamesie is so exhausted he's passed out in his bed, so no pictures today! On another note, I'm hoping to feel better soon; I finally figured out that maybe my intense face pain, ear pain, and exhaustion might be a sinus infection. Duh. Not sure why that took so long to figure out on my part. But I have an antibiotic now, so hopefully I'll feel better tomorrow.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Back when we had the follow-up appointment with the pulmonologist/sleep doctor, she wanted us to see a neurologist about the central sleep apnea but warned us it would take forever and probably wouldn't happen until October (this was in June). We were pleasantly surprised when we got an appointment at the end of August. I never mentioned it to our pediatrician because his office is affiliated with Texas Children's Hospital, so I figured he would just refer us to their pediatric neurology department, which would take equally as long. But I happened to mention it at their 9 month appointment, and I wish I'd asked earlier! He gave me the name of a woman who was a year or two behind him in medical school and is in private practice, so he figured it would take less time to get an appointment. When I called later that day, we got an appointment in two weeks! Not only did we get in quickly, her office is called something like Pediatric Neurology and Sleep Clinic. Exactly what we want! So that appointment is next week. I'll keep y'all posted on how it goes!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">On the (more entertaining, I'm sure) development front, both boys can sit up by themselves from lying down, by rolling onto their tummies and pushing up (Bobby did it first, last Saturday. James did it for the first time Tuesday. I totally would have thought James would do it first, given the size of Bobby's head!). Jamesie (Mr. Abs of Steel) can sit up from lying flat on his back by just sitting straight up like he's doing a sit-up, no assistance from hands or legs. It makes diaper changes interesting! James loves honeydew melon (he likes to eat it with his honey mama, as my mom is the only family member who likes it), was ok with pineapple, and likes turkey. Bobby tried honeydew and thought it was foul (he made the most awful face, but he's so polite he won't spit anything out, so he made himself swallow it, and then sneezed!), and he wasn't such a fan of the bite of ham my sister gave him. Both boys adore Blue Bell coffee ice cream - their momma's favorite! They both pull up from sitting on whatever is around - usually the legs of whoever is playing with them. Bobby had a big boy cup that he was drinking out of yesterday - of course, this mostly entailed dumping ice on himself, but he thought it was hugely entertaining. When they weighed Bobby at the ENT today, he was 19 pounds, 12 ounces - I can't believe it! Such a big boy! Neither boy wanted to go to sleep last night; they finally went down between 10 and 10:45 - not good for me when I was going to have to get up earlier than usual to get me and Bobby out the door by 7 am! Bobby had several episodes last night and came down with me by about 12, but James was a trouper and slept through the night - Peter said he didn't get up until 8. Way to go, Jamesie! On another note, the elevator at the doctor terrified Bobby. The office is on the 27th floor, and the elevator was one of those that goes pretty fast and then, when you stop, you feel like your stomach is still going and your ears pop. It really scared the poor guy - made him shake and burst into tears, on top of everything else!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Bobby attempting to drink out of a big boy cup in Grampus's lap - both boys sure do love their Grampus!</span>Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413268428409457190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014270594583415475.post-31891313072508975922012-07-06T14:23:00.001-05:002012-07-06T14:27:19.654-05:008 Months Old!<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">My sweet baby boys were 8 months old June 21 (so I'm a little late with the posting)! Life got in the way a bit.... James got very excited, reared back, and hit me in the bridge of the nose with the back of his head, breaking my nose. Thanks, Jamesie. So I had to have surgery this past Monday to repair it, because I was having trouble breathing out of the right side. Surgery is over and done with, the bandage has fallen off, so I think I'm safely on the road to recovery. Still in pain, but nothing I can't deal with.</span></span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">can get around pretty well - neither of you officially crawls, but you're pretty good at army-crawling or otherwise pushing yourselves to where you want to be.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">are starting to work on standing up from a seated position and pull up on everything - your lion toy, mommy's arms and legs, the sofa - whatever is available.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">are teething like mad, and we can feel bumps just under your gums.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">are doing well with formula, four to six ounces every two and a half to four hours during the day. You do solids (two pouches of Plum Organics or Ella's Kitchen) anywhere from one to three times a day - it depends on the day.</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">not sure of your exact stats, but a couple of weeks ago, you were 18 pounds, 2 ounces and 28 inches long. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">can take or leave the solids. You would be perfectly happy with just formula.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">is still struggling with sleep apnea. Some nights are good; some nights (like last night), not so much. You sometimes wake up very scared from the episodes.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">gets up on hands and knees and rocks back and forth, then gets very frustrated when he face-plants. You're so close to crawling!</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> is making more sounds than he used to - you're getting to sound more like your brother! </span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">loves his solids! If you feel you haven't had them recently enough, you chomp your jaws at me!</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">said his first word on June 21st - I swear. I could swear that he said "mama" a few times. He's said the syllable over and over and over plenty, but this was a specific "mama" when I entered the room. He's done it a few times since, but I've yet to decide whether it's truly a word or just a sound.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">got his first tooth July 5th! You were so upset all day and just would not nap, and a little before dinner Honey Mama (my mom) stuck her finger in your mouth and announced that there was a tooth! It's just poking through on your bottom right. On top of that, you're running a slight fever (100.5) and your ear seems to be bothering you. Dr. Ho says it's a virus. Charming.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The curls just keep coming - you look just like your Grampus (my dad). He now calls his hair "Jamesie hair" when he doesn't brush it!</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This morning at the doctor you weighed 16 pounds 9 ounces. Catching up with Bobby! </span></li>
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I feel guilty that of late, all my posts seem to be about Bobby, but a quick apnea update - we have an ENT appointment in two weeks and a neurologist appointment in about eight weeks - I was surprised that it was only eight weeks to wait. I guess it could have been worse. He had his first dose of Singulair tonight before bed, so I'm hoping that will help. Apparently there's a chance it could make him hyper, so I'm seriously hoping that doesn't happen!</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In other news, James may have broken my nose. He was sitting in my lap and got all excited about something, reared back, and whacked me in the bridge of the nose with the back of his head. Now it hurts like no other and is swollen. So I have an appointment with my ENT tomorrow to check it out.... It's never boring around here! </span></span></span></span></span>Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413268428409457190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014270594583415475.post-32683839537547629232012-06-25T22:01:00.002-05:002012-06-25T22:01:18.160-05:00<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Two for the Price of One</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Bobby's pulmonologist/sleep doctor was able to work us in today, so we didn't have to wait for our scheduled followup on July 2nd. Although we had to wait almost two hours before we saw her, I'm just grateful we didn't have to wait for the 2nd. She went over the sleep study results very thoroughly and told us that Bobby has both of the kinds of sleep apnea - obstructive and central. Basically, obstructive sleep apnea means that something is obstructing the airflow (hence the name), so you have events of decreased (though not totally absent) airflow. Usually it's tonsils or adenoids that are causing the obstruction, but it really can be anything. Central sleep apnea means that there is a neurological issue that causes the body to stop breathing, so you have events where there is absolutely no airflow. Thankfully, Bobby's central events are short - five to fifteen seconds. While this seems like forever for my baby to be not breathing, the doctor told us that if they'd been using a less sensitive test, these events actually wouldn't have registered - the threshold for the less sensitive machine (the name of which I can't remember) is twenty seconds. The doctor gave us a prescription for Singulair, in the hopes that at least part of the obstructive sleep apnea is related to swelling due to his congestion. She said that the x-ray showed his adenoids are actually unusually small, so she doesn't think that's the issue. She did refer us to an ENT to see if he can determine exactly what the obstruction is. If they feel it's necessary (and can find an obstruction), obstructive sleep apnea is correctable by surgery. As far as the central apnea goes, she's referred us to the pediatric neurology department. Unfortunately, she told us that it will probably take at least a few months to get in to see neurology. On the bright side, she said that it's fairly common for premature babies to have central sleep apnea, and they usually outgrow it. While 37 weeks is considered term for twins, Bobby was still technically three weeks early. We're going to do another sleep study in three or four months (oh joy), and hopefully the central sleep apnea will have resolved itself by then. In the meantime, hopefully the Singulair will help, and maybe the ENT will see something fixable. The doctor says Bobby seems to be meeting all his developmental milestones just fine, so she's not really concerned about the neurological front. Ordinarily, the treatment would be a CPAP machine, but this isn't really an option for an 8 month old!</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> James sleeping on the sofa next to Jeremy</span>Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413268428409457190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014270594583415475.post-43610459396284215812012-06-22T15:51:00.000-05:002012-06-22T15:51:07.608-05:00<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">A Little (Or Way Too Much) Background...</span></span><br />
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I wrote the first post on this blog the day before my babies turned eight months old. I realized I wanted to give some background.... This blog is mainly to serve as a reminder/baby book for me. I'm ashamed to say that I've already forgotten way too many things; I was working on Bobby's baby book for the first time and couldn't remember exactly when he smiled for the first time (couldn't remember for James either). Did I write it down somewhere? Of course not. I remember it was some time around Christmas, so around 2 months I guess, but I honestly am not sure. Part of it is that it happened gradually - everyone is always attributing those first smiles to gas, so it's hard to say exactly when his first "social smile" was. Part of it is that there are two of them; sometimes they do things at the same time, but most of the time they don't. Developmentally, in fact, James tends to be about three weeks ahead of Bobby. So this is mainly for me to keep track of all the little things that seem like such a big deal at the time but get swept away into the mists of time way too fast. If I can share things with my friends and family, and maybe make some new friends along the way, that's great, too!<br />
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Peter and I got married December 27, 2007, during the winter break from our second year of graduate school at the University of Chicago. He was getting his master's in computer science; I was working toward my master's and PhD in Egyptology. The previous spring, his mom had generously taken us on an engagement trip to Egypt along with seven of her girlfriends. During that trip, I received (weird word to use, but I can't think of a better one) a severe concussion. We were sitting in the back row of a mini-bus in front of some precariously piled luggage; the driver stopped suddenly, a suitcase flew forward, and it whacked me in the head. I knew exactly what had happened because it was unfortunately my third severe concussion (the first two were in college - once I knocked my head on a wall from maybe a foot away and the second time I stood up under some scaffolding when someone called my name). When we got back to Chicago, it quickly became apparent to me that those concussions had had unfortunate cumulative effects. I took a medical leave of absence after I was diagnosed with post-concussion syndrome; I had lost a lot of my medium-term memory (I could make it about halfway through a quarter-long course before I forgot everything from the beginning) and my short-term memory suffered as well. They warned me that I would never be exactly good as new, and they had no idea how long it would take to recover my faculties or how much I would recover. I made it through the fall of my second year, but graduate school, especially in a memorization heavy field (there are five phases of the ancient Egyptian language, and I had to be proficient in all of them, as well as French and German), had become a nightmare. After our wedding, we decided that when Peter received his master's degree in June, we would move back to Houston - he would work for NASA, and I would work for a needlework shop a few days a week until I could decide if I were capable of going back to school or getting some sort of full-time job. It was really disappointing to me, as I love academia, but I felt like I had no choice. <br />
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When we got back to Houston, we rented a house in a lovely neighborhood with tree-lined streets. At that point, we decided that if we got pregnant, that would be great, but we weren't going to rush anything. However, after a year and a half of trying with no success, I went to the doctor and was diagnosed with polycystic ovarian syndrome (PCOS). Basically, I was told that my odds of getting pregnant on my own were about 3%. That's not exactly super. Along about this point, we also decided to buy a house in what I affectionately (well, maybe not) call the boonies. Peter's commute down to NASA and back had been anywhere from one to two hours, and it was driving him crazy. I had no desire to move to Clear Lake (the area nearest NASA), so we compromised and bought a house in Pearland, which is about halfway between the two. On the bright side, we were able to afford a huge house there with mortgage payments that are actually less than our rent was in town. On the down side, my family and friends live in town, and there are no big trees out here because relatively recently it was all prairie. I miss trees. Along about that time, we started undergoing fertility testing and treatment. Although it seemed like forever, after a little over a year of treatments, we finally got pregnant using high doses of Clomid, trigger injections, and an IUI. I have always been open about our fertility problems, as I think so many people, especially younger couples, feel ashamed about fertility treatment. I can't tell you how many times people told me that I was young and would get pregnant on my own in no time. Or that they had to do fertility treatment too - one dose of Clomid and they got pregnant. Well, I'm sorry, that's not actually very helpful. While that may technically be fertility treatment, it's also just about the best and easiest outcome you could have. Telling me that when I'm already a year into treatment does not help. At the same time, I know it could have been so much harder for us. We could have had to move on to IVF, and we could have ultimately had no success. Every time I look at my sweet baby boys I know that it was all worth it, and that I can't complain - we have our babies, and while it was expensive (our insurance only pays for $3000 yearly toward fertility treatment, though that's more than many plans), it was nowhere near as expensive as multiple rounds of IVF. Sadly, judgment about fertility treatment doesn't stop just because you get pregnant - I actually had a relative (who shall remain nameless) tell me that he would love our babies just the same even though they weren't normal babies. What does that mean? <br />
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Pregnancy was super hard for me - I don't know if it was because of the twin pregnancy, which was considered high risk from the get-go, or what, but I was nauseous from the day I got pregnant. Then I started throwing up (which is unusual for me - I previously only threw up if my temperature went over 102.5 degrees F) and couldn't keep anything down at all. I was put on bed rest because I was taking in so few calories that they worried I would expend them all walking around. I was eventually put in the hospital for four days during my first trimester to feed me via IV. Ultimately, I lost 40 pounds during the first trimester. Along about six months, I started feeling slightly better, but it was short-lived - at 30 weeks, I started having contractions and was put on bedrest. My doctor thought the babies might come at any time, but bedrest did the trick - they didn't arrive until I went to the hospital for my scheduled induction at 37 weeks 3 days!<br />
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When we arrived for the induction Thursday evening, they checked me out and were very confused as to why I was there for an induction, as I was already in labor. Apparently I was already 3 cm and having contractions. Because I'd been having contractions off and on and in pain of all sorts for so long, it didn't seem any different to me! They hooked me up to a pitocin drip and told me to get some sleep. Along about six am, I had them do my epidural, as the contractions were starting to hurt and they told me I had only advanced to about five cm, so I was in for a long day. We didn't make much progress until late in the afternoon, when, despite the epidural, I was in the worst pain of my life. It turned out to be because I had gone from 7 cm to 9.5 cm in 20 minutes. I can't recommend that! They bumped up my epidural. After a bit, they took me to the OR to push (they do twin deliveries in the OR just in case they have to do a c-section at any point). At 8:39 pm, my precious Bobby was born. The first time I heard him cry was unlike nothing I've ever felt before. I couldn't pay much attention, though, because I spent the next nine minutes pushing wee James, who was born at 8:48 pm. It was all worth it - I had my sweet baby boys!<br />
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Letting everyone know that we had gotten to the hospital and were going to get things started!<br />
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Our first family picture!<br />
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Bobby (left) and James (right), in a bassinet together to regulate temperature. Bobby was six pounds two ounces and 18 inches, and James was five pounds nine ounces and 17.25 inches.Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413268428409457190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014270594583415475.post-19962356466365145452012-06-20T17:17:00.000-05:002012-06-20T17:17:51.550-05:00<div style="color: red;">
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">My sweet Bobby was diagnosed with mild obstructive sleep apnea today following his sleep study last week. I have no idea what this means. The tech who did the study told me that infant sleep apnea is generally surgically correctable, but I don't know if that applies in this case or if because it's mild we just wait and see? They're trying to work us in to discuss the results on Monday; otherwise, we won't be seen until our originally scheduled follow-up appointment on July 2. I know that's only in about a week and a half, but I want my poor boy to sleep better! I'm terrified of his having to have surgery, but I'm also afraid they're going to tell me to just wait and see. Not really an option, if you ask me! I guess we just have to wait for the appointment....</span></span><br />
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Bobby having a bottle after he was connected to all the wires and sensors for the sleep study. They put a hat on him and wrapped it with tape (the blue stuff) to keep the electrodes on his head.</div>
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You can see the nasal cannula in this close-up. He did just fine with the attachment of all the electrodes, but he hated the cannula that they put on to measure how much oxygen he took in and how much carbon dioxide he exhaled. I felt so bad for him. </div>
<br />Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413268428409457190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014270594583415475.post-20979360298128184832012-06-20T09:08:00.001-05:002012-06-20T09:08:30.260-05:00A little blog about my precious twin boys, James (the monkey) and Bobby (the gorilla)!Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413268428409457190noreply@blogger.com0