Baby Torture?

 

This picture is so funny to me. It is certainly a form of baby torture, especially for those babies in the world that love a pacifier. For the record, I did not do this to him, I just photographed a scenario that he landed himself into on his own. :o)IMG_1612   

Kids’ Camp (And Carver, of Course!)

Last week Daniel went to a day camp for kids which was sponsored by the churches in our community and held at our church. I was excited about him going, not just for a little break during the day, but because I knew he was going to have a blast. Even though he and I can have fun at home, or even on outings, our fun just does not stack well against petting zoos, field day, water games, and other such adventures. Each day after I picked him up, I would ask Daniel what he did that day. He would daily tell me what he ate for lunch, which was a fact I already knew because I had made it for him. Every day he would tell me he did “not go night-night,” which was also something I could tell because he began yawning the moment he got into the car. Depending on the day, I would hear a little bit on what he specifically did: “I play wiff toys.” “I see a tractor.” “I play on slide.” “Daniel have fun!” And, every day, Daniel told me that he played with Carver, which made my heart happy, for Carver is the son of my old youth minister and his wife, but now I just like to call them dear friends. Michael and Kelley are very special to me, and knowing that our little boys are very close in age and enjoy one another’s company is wonderful. Every now and then we get them together for playdates, but when they cross paths at church, they are usually very glad to see one another. Being that I did not attend the camp myself, I just had to take Daniel’s word for what fun he had. However, when one of the workers put pictures up on FB of the kids at camp, I was able to see a glimpse into what he really did. Turns out, from the pictures, he surely did play with Carver and he certainly had lots of fun. Aren’t they just the cutest?

An Uncanny Resemblance

Thomas’s dad is affectionately called “Grandpa Tom” by his grandkids. When Wesley was born, Grandpa Tom and Nana came for a visit to help out for a bit. It was at this point Daniel got tons of one-on-one time with his grandpa as they played with trains and cars. Daniel, in all his fun, simply decided to shorten all that he had to say when talking to his grandpa, and he just began saying “TOM!” when he had something to share. The next day, Daniel had me read him a Veggie Tales book at nap time. Upon choosing his book, Daniel became very giddy and began yelling “TOM!  TOM!” pa grape grandpa tomPretty accurate, you think?

And for another look alike, I give you our very own little Wesley, who will be auditioning for a starring role next to Walter Matthau in Grumpy Old Men:june wesley 067grumpyAn uncanny resemblance, for sure.

Anyway, I just thought these were funny connections worth sharing. Hope it made you smile too.

It Can’t Always Be Rainbows

Once Wesley was born, he merged into our family nicely. After 3 weeks of smooth sailing, we began to hit some bumps when I woke Sunday feeling achy from head to toe. Thomas kindly kept both boys while I caught another 3 hours of sleep! Upon bedtime, I was freezing, achy, and battling a headache and fever. Monday morning I called my doctor, and she prescribed me antibiotics for an infection of mastitis, which is common among breastfeeding mothers. Needless to say, Monday was a rough day for me. When it came time for a b-day party that night, I did not have the energy to take Daniel, so I asked my mother to take him, being that she was going too.

An hour after leaving, my mom called to say Daniel had an accident. We were not there, but from what we understand, Daniel was riding a tricycle down an incline when he turned the wheel too sharply and turned himself over. Normally this would not be a big deal, but being he was going down an incline, he had extra speed. To top it off, he caught himself with only his mouth on a metal chair, immediately losing a tooth. After a few moments of shock which allowed Daniel to jump up and play, he realized his pain, not to mention the blood, and began to cry. Once home, we did everything to calm him and make him happy. While Thomas held him and met his needs, I began to call my friends who both married dentists; this was definitely a good time to seek their help!

The professional opinion was that he lost a tooth and would just be receiving a visit from the Tooth Fairy early in life, way before his permanent tooth appeared. With that knowledge we calmed our little man enough to get tylenol in him and sent him to sleep.

The next morning, caked in dried blood, Daniel was sporting some very swollen and bruised lips. We convinced him to take a bath, and while cleaning him, we noticed one front tooth looked shorter than the other. Our dentist friend, Matt, had already told us he had free time that morning, so we decided to take his offer to look Daniel over.

Matt confirmed the tooth was injured and he was almost certain it would need to be extracted. He was not, however, able to get a great look, for our little guy was not cooperating with anyone who wanted to get close. Matt referred us to a pediatric dentist that would be better equipped to look at a 2 yr old.

At the pediatric dentist, things began to get ugly. It was necessary to get an x-ray, which required someone to hold Daniel still. The hygienists only wanted one parent back, so I stayed in the lobby and nursed Wesley. Sadly, I could hear Daniel’s cries, yet I could not see what was happening. A blurry x-ray later, they agreed to let me back for the next portion: the dentist taking a physical look into Daniel’s mouth. Thomas was to restrain Daniel in his lap so the Dr. could acquire a better assessment. Imagine kicking, screaming, cries for help, and flailing body parts and you have a very tiny idea of what was going on in the room.  Now add in head butting which resulted in a black eye for Thomas, some spitting, and shrieks of “HURTS!” At this point, the dentist said his “oral trauma”  was more than she typically dealt with, so she needed her partner, who had more experience with such, to look. They said Daniel would need 2-3 teeth extracted, beyond his one already lost. At some point, I lost it and began to cry. They brought me some tissues and handed Thomas some ice for the whelp forming on his eye. As we talked with the dentist, Daniel paced around wiping his tears, emitting words of apology: “I sorry! I sorry!” Although they were willing to make time for the procedure right then, which would require sedation, we wanted to let Daniel, and ourselves, calm down, so we scheduled for the next morning.

On our way home, we stopped to fill Daniel’s antibiotics and I called our insurance to confirm we would not need a referral or approval for the next day. I am very glad I called because they informed us an oral surgeon must be involved for insurance to pay. Geeze. Upon finding an approved doctor, we were told to head to the ER so Daniel’s needs could trump the Dr.’s schedule. So, 20 minutes after returning home, we headed back to the exact area we had just left.

Things were fine at the ER until the admittance bracelet was placed on Daniel’s wrist. He screamed “NO! OFF! HURTS!” for a solid 5 minutes. Seriously? You literally smashed your mouth on metal and you are fussing over a bracelet?!?!?? The nurse finally agreed it best to cut off the stupid bracelet, allowing  us to tape it to Daniel’s back.

Finally, we met the Oral Surgeon. In order to look inside Daniel’s mouth, he suggested a sedative blown up the nose that trickles down his throat to make him relaxed and agreeable (yeah right!). More shouts and screams and cries and blood and tears and pain and kicks later, the meds were given. Three nurses and two doctors were in the tiny room issued to Daniel. They placed him in a sheet and wrap him up like a burrito. They attempted to stabilize his floppy head and pry open his mouth. The room was very crowded and the drama within the walls was too much for us, so we stepped outside and stood by the door while they examined Daniel. Emotionally this was the most awful moment of my life. I have never felt so powerless to heal or help. Being this was the first time our child had ever been hurt, we were traveling a road we hope to never journey again, for hearing your son beg for your help while blood pours out of his mouth is just too much. Granted, it was just teeth and, therefore, much less serious than other issues I know had to be present in the ER, but it was our son.  My heart now goes out to parents that have hurt/sick kids in a whole new way!

When the Dr. touched the teeth, he realized how badly injured they were, and rather than attempting to administer an IV on our oppositional toddler, he decided on a local anesthetic for Daniel’s gum and pull the two front teeth. The fact his teeth were so loose was a good thing, for it prevented the need to cut Daniel’s gum, as well as lessen the need for the IV.

When we returned into the room, we were handed a urine cup that held our son’s two front teeth. Lovely. We were then told a bunch of information, some of which included details on a 4th tooth that looked damaged and might need to be removed later. After the info was given, all the professionals retreated, leaving us with our toothless, loopy, bloody son.

Everything poor Daniel tried to do was nearly impossible due to the medicine in his system. He was shoving his fingers in his mouth and crying when they came out covered in blood. Even though we tried to calm him, he just wanted to flop around and cry.

Finally, we were sent home with an even loopier son who threw up blood and amoxicillin. At 11:30 that night, Daniel, assuaged by meds, went to sleep clutching his stuffed moose with, oddly enough, a smile on his face (must have been the meds!).

We are not sure what might happen next, for each professional had slightly different ideas. We do know he will return next week to the oral surgeon where more can be determined since the swelling and bruising will have lessened. We also know that he has hardly missed a beat; he could care less that he is a few teeth shy of his once full baby-teeth set.

I know life can’t always be rainbows, but I sure hope a days like this are very few and far between!

Getting to Know You

With the new addition to the house, we have been enjoying a “getting to know you” phase. Turns out, Wesley is a great baby, and there are a few things we’ve already learned about our little one:

  1. He does, of course, wake up at night, but that is absolutely expected at this stage in the game. Fortunately, the billi blanketwaking is minimal, and he swiftly nurses before heading back to sleep. This makes mommy (and daddy for that matter) very happy. He is not as loud of a sleeper as his brother was as an infant, but I some how forgot to mention in my previous complaining that Daniel was extremely jaundice and had to spend his first few days/weeks of life in a bili-blanket to help alleviate his issues. This made him light up a room with a blue glow, not to mention the constant vacuum hum that he emitted. All that said, it is understandable why Wesley is “quiet” in comparison. (see pic above—-that is Daniel and his jaundice biliruben blanket, just to give you an idea of what I am taking about.)
  2. Wesley LoVeS the pacifier, so much so, he was given one in the hospital!!! I was very nervous about giving him one too early in life, due to all the different theories on how pacifiers may/may not interfere with a baby’s breastfeeding habits. I did not even have one in our bags, so the nursery gave us one of the free ones to help soothe him. As the nurses kept saying in the nursery, “Some babies just like to suck.” It has not had a negative impact on his feeding, so I guess all is well. If the paci does fall out of his mouth when he wants to have it in, you will quickly begin to hear his reaction. It is like you are next to a fish outside of water, flipping and wiggling, gasping and opening its mouth in search of what it needs to survive. That is Wesley.
  3. Mommy’s voice is comforting. Don’t you mommies out there just love this fact?! All you have to do is talk from across the room and the kiddo suddenly feels secure. Just today, Thomas and I were out and about with the kids in the car. I went into a store quickly, and Thomas said Wesley began to fuss. Once I got in the car and talked, he chilled out completely.
  4. Tummy time is sleepy time. I know you are not suppose to let babies sleep on their stomachs, for the current trend is “back to sleep,” but you are suppose to put infants on their stomach a little every day so that they can work on neck strength. Well, for Wesley, this means time to catch some zzzs, for he is not interested in fighting the position and gaining neck strength; he wants to rest. I’ve let his fall asleep that way while I sat next to him, but then I flip him over onto his back so he can finish out his rest.

There are obviously many more things that I will get to know about this little guy as each day passes and he truly begins to show us his personality. I am learning, too, many things about Daniel and motherhood as this new journey of 2 kiddos unfolds. I guess, however,  I will save those for another post, being that I will need to be heading to bed very soon. Until I manage to make more time to blog (usually blog during Daniel’s nap time, but now nap time for Daniel is nap time for mommy too!), enjoy a few more photos:

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