Saturday, November 22, 2008
Miles is going to be a big brother
For those who don't know, Miles is going to have a little sister to terrorize come April. We are about 19 weeks pregnant with a healthy little girl (so say the amnio results). We're thrilled and so are the grandparents now that they have a little girl to buy pink for. I'll post updates as they become available.
Mmmm... the smell of baby
I did something embarrassing but so lovely in its maternal nature last night.
Jeff was working late and I was alone with Miles for the second night in a row. It can be a very tiring experience and yet I love being the needed parent again. Miles has become very generous with the hugs lately and, when he needs comforting, I get a lot of love.
He had been wearing a cute little fleecy pull-over all afternoon while we were at the park and we had taken it off when we got home and were ready for some dinner. I had fed Miles and then put him to sleep. I was sitting alone in the kitchen when I noticed the fleece and picked it up to put it away. That's when I caught the very distinctive smell of Miles still entrapped in the fleece. I held it to my nose and breathed deep- a number of times.
I had just put him to bed and can't say that I was unhappy that he went off to sleep rather quickly. But having that baby smelling fleece near my face brought me so much joy, like I could breathe in his essence and keep him with me all the time.
Jeff was working late and I was alone with Miles for the second night in a row. It can be a very tiring experience and yet I love being the needed parent again. Miles has become very generous with the hugs lately and, when he needs comforting, I get a lot of love.
He had been wearing a cute little fleecy pull-over all afternoon while we were at the park and we had taken it off when we got home and were ready for some dinner. I had fed Miles and then put him to sleep. I was sitting alone in the kitchen when I noticed the fleece and picked it up to put it away. That's when I caught the very distinctive smell of Miles still entrapped in the fleece. I held it to my nose and breathed deep- a number of times.
I had just put him to bed and can't say that I was unhappy that he went off to sleep rather quickly. But having that baby smelling fleece near my face brought me so much joy, like I could breathe in his essence and keep him with me all the time.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Ruptured Eardrum
Miles has had a cold for about two and a half weeks. He suddenly got a fever last weekend so we took him to the doctor. There was nothing to see so we were told to go back to the doctor if he still had the fever Tuesday. He did, so back to the doc we went. My usual doctor doesn't work on Tuesdays so I saw another doctor in the practice. He didn't see anything still, made me feel like an over protective mother and said that we should come back Thursday if Miles still had the fever. He woke up Thursday with a bloody discharge coming from his ear- he had ruptured an eardrum. The infection was awful, he's on heavy duty antibiotics and now he can't wear his hearing aids until the infection has cleared.
When Jeff brought Miles in on Thursday he saw our regular doctor who told him that ears can go from totally normal to terribly infected in hours so it's not that the doctor missed something. But I'm still angry. I feel that because of his hearing aids, Miles needs to be given special consideration when it comes to colds and infections. He is now going to miss out on about two weeks of language development, not to mention possible greater hearing loss.
When Jeff brought Miles in on Thursday he saw our regular doctor who told him that ears can go from totally normal to terribly infected in hours so it's not that the doctor missed something. But I'm still angry. I feel that because of his hearing aids, Miles needs to be given special consideration when it comes to colds and infections. He is now going to miss out on about two weeks of language development, not to mention possible greater hearing loss.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Magical Thinking
Our nanny said something to me the other day that made me irrationally angry.
While I was picking Miles up (and coincidentally, he didn't have his hearing aids in) she told me that her faith tells her that once Miles has developed his speech, he won't need the hearing aids anymore.
This really bothered me and I had to think about why. In explaining it to Jeff I was able to put my finger on it.
It has taken me this long to accept that Miles will always need his hearing aids. Always. We went through plenty of denial- maybe the tests are wrong, maybe it really isn't that bad. And when I finally got to the point of accepting his impairment, and realizing on the grand scheme of things, it really isn't that bad, I really don't need someone messing up that acceptance. As I told Jeff, it's like someone finally accepting that they have a life threatening cancer and someone else saying, "You'll be all right. I've prayed for you."
Now, I have nothing against prayer. Anyone can do as much praying for Miles as they would like. But to tell me that they have faith that his hearing impairment will just vanish pisses me off. It denies my concerns for all that he needs- the language development, constant use of his hearing aids, sign language and all other ways that a caregiver needs to make modifications for a hearing impaired child.
While I was picking Miles up (and coincidentally, he didn't have his hearing aids in) she told me that her faith tells her that once Miles has developed his speech, he won't need the hearing aids anymore.
This really bothered me and I had to think about why. In explaining it to Jeff I was able to put my finger on it.
It has taken me this long to accept that Miles will always need his hearing aids. Always. We went through plenty of denial- maybe the tests are wrong, maybe it really isn't that bad. And when I finally got to the point of accepting his impairment, and realizing on the grand scheme of things, it really isn't that bad, I really don't need someone messing up that acceptance. As I told Jeff, it's like someone finally accepting that they have a life threatening cancer and someone else saying, "You'll be all right. I've prayed for you."
Now, I have nothing against prayer. Anyone can do as much praying for Miles as they would like. But to tell me that they have faith that his hearing impairment will just vanish pisses me off. It denies my concerns for all that he needs- the language development, constant use of his hearing aids, sign language and all other ways that a caregiver needs to make modifications for a hearing impaired child.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
The year 1 check up
Miles went to the doctor on Wednesday.
Here's an example of how scattered I am- I show up Wednesday afternoon after leaving school about 20 minutes before the end of the day and about an hour before I really should (my students were in art class), to get to the doctor's office by 3 pm. The receptionist looked at her schedule and said, "Sorry, mom, it looks like the appointment is actually tomorrow." Yikes!
But they were able to fit me in anyway.
Miles is 31 inches long (80th percentile), 22 lbs. 8oz. (50th percentile) with a head circumference of 18.5 inches (75th percentile). He's so long, he's not really fitting into the 18-24 month old onesies we recently got for him- at least not with the cloth diapers.
Yikes!
He got three shots, which he handled like a really trooper, and we'll have to start the Hep B series next month. He's got the go ahead to start eating just about everything as long as he can chew it and it's not a choking hazard. Maybe we can bump up his weight percentile. :)
Here's an example of how scattered I am- I show up Wednesday afternoon after leaving school about 20 minutes before the end of the day and about an hour before I really should (my students were in art class), to get to the doctor's office by 3 pm. The receptionist looked at her schedule and said, "Sorry, mom, it looks like the appointment is actually tomorrow." Yikes!
But they were able to fit me in anyway.
Miles is 31 inches long (80th percentile), 22 lbs. 8oz. (50th percentile) with a head circumference of 18.5 inches (75th percentile). He's so long, he's not really fitting into the 18-24 month old onesies we recently got for him- at least not with the cloth diapers.
Yikes!
He got three shots, which he handled like a really trooper, and we'll have to start the Hep B series next month. He's got the go ahead to start eating just about everything as long as he can chew it and it's not a choking hazard. Maybe we can bump up his weight percentile. :)
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Miles is 1!
Last Friday was Miles' first birthday. I was looking at pictures of him from when he was first born and he looks so different now. He is a real little boy now, playing hide and seek, laughing like crazy on the swings, climbing on everything. We weren't able to really celebrate on his birthday as Jeff and I had to work but we had a family day on Saturday which was great. We opened presents, went to the park, had some cake and spent all day together. It was fun and just what I was needing.
Here are some pics from the day:
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