Wednesday, January 28, 2009
I do realize this is not a big deal, he's still healthy and I should be documenting his growing body, I know. I just hate lotion in his hair. For a while I tried to only put it in at night, but then his eczema got worse...so now we're back to twice a day.
So today I decided to take some before and after pictures of Evan. Alex doesn't like Evan's hair to be matted to his scalp either, so if we don't have anywhere to go, he sticks it straight up. (Which just looks silly....but look at how long his hair is getting!)
And here is Evan post bath, lotion free. Isn't his little head so cute!?!? I'm sure eventually he will grow out of the extreme lotion need (At least I pray!) but until then, I'll just have to look past it and take pictures anyway.
Since I hadn't taken any pictures in a month I couldn't stop myself once I got started, so here are a few more that I thought were particularly adorable.
I love watching him play with his feet. He is so fascinated by them...super cute!
Friday, January 23, 2009
And he actually really likes to be on his tummy now...so I guess he no longer sees any need to roll over...
Alex tried to put Evan down for a nap without swaddling, and it took 10-15 mintues, but he did fall asleep....but then woke up 25 mintues later with is finger in his eye. So I've decided to keep on swaddling...Thanks for all of the input. I'll let you know when he finally grows out of it!
By the way Chrissy, I'm with you in throwing out the milestone book. I say that now, but we'll see how I am come 9 months, or a year! :)
Thursday, January 22, 2009
From what I've just said it seems obvious that I should continue swaddling him, to help him sleep and spare his eyes a midnight attack. Here's where my dilemma comes in. I'm concerned that keeping him swaddled may by slowing down his physical progression. I know that every child develops at their own pace, but what if by prohibiting movement at night I'm unintentionally slowing his development?
I intend to call his pediatrician to ask him his opinion, but I just wanted to throw this out there to see what friends, family, and blog-stalkers think. I perused the internet for a while, starting to feel better about my decision to keep swaddling my 6 month old son, because everyone out there said to keep doing it. Until I came across a few posts that said "as long as they are meeting their milestones it should be fine." Well, Evan's not...not really. He doesn't roll over, not from front or back. He has rolled over in the past, but he doesn't do it very often. He talks and makes noises, but doesn't babble the way I'm told 6 month old babies should. Again...I'm not sure if I'm just crazy mom paranoid, or if this is even legitimately related to swaddling...I just don't want to find out that I held him back because I was lazy and didn't want to deal with a few rough nights trying to teach him to sleep without it.
So, to anyone with thoughts, feel free to share your opinion. But do it knowing that I may or may not listen to it. In the end I think I will do what feels best for my family...but I'd like to get as many opinions as possible.
*On a side note, anyone that tells you not to compare your child to other children or lists of milestones must not realize how impossible that is! Of course I'm not comparing in the sense that I think other children are better than Evan, but it's hard not to think...hmm, That baby can do such and such....Evan can't do such and such....or even vice versa. Thinking that Evan can do more than another baby. There's just no way around it, comparing is just part of parenthood I've decided.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
I love the feeling that the holidays bring, but I don't think I've ever felt so strongly the contrast when the season is over. We haven't taken the tree down yet, part of it is lack of time, but I'm also in no hurry to take away such an uplifting sight. Now I'm not saying that I'm not happy unless it's Christmas. All I'm saying is it's easier to get excited for the spirit and feelings of the holidays, and harder to take down the mementos of the season.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
So I told Meghan we needed to go the ER, we called my dad who was good enough to come watch Evan. The pain was quickly intensifying, and just getting up to put clothes on and walk out the door was an ominous task.
We arrived at the lakeview hospital ER and fortunately there was no line, but the attendant had gone to the restroom, at which I was not amused. So I laid down on the floor moaning trying to make a scene (I did NOT do this because I am a wuss and couldn't handle the pain). After a very long 30 seconds or so she got back from the restroom and another nurse took my blood pressure and started asking questions I felt could've been asked later. After an hour or so (two minutes tops) of her questions they took me to a room and asked a few more questions and finally started an IV.
I had heard great things about morphine from others, and was hopeful that it would provide immediate and complete relief. While it did act quickly, I was moaning without regard to being in public for quite some time before the morphine got the pain down. I remember asking Meghan why I was still in pain if I was on a morphine drip. She explained that I was just on IV fluid and not a drip. This did not seem acceptable to me, but after several doses of morphine the pain subsided and so did I for about 4 hours. It only felt like about 30 minutes to me, but when I found out what time it was it explained why Meghan had been aimlessly perusing the pictures and videos on our camera. The wonderful girl didn't leave in search of entertainment or sustenance the entire time for fear I'd awake dissoriented without her there. Which I would've been, so I was very grateful in retrospect.
They sent me home with Lortab and put me on FLOMAX (hello 40's here I come). I was suspicious about the effectiveness of Lortab in comparison to morphine, but apparently you dont go home with a morphine drip.
After several hours of drinking constantly I passed the little calcium oxatate b****** that afternoon. And I mean little, there should be a biblical parable about it.
I was very fortunate, and even though the initial pain was excruciating, I feel like I got off easy after talking to relatives. Which brings me to the title, as I read up on kidney stones, there seems to be little direct causes of kidney stones besides genetics. And after asking around, I don't think I stood a chance. My grandfather davis has had no less than 5 kidney stones, 4 of which were impassable, my father has had 2, my mother has had 1, both of my uncles on my dad's side have had them, at least 5 cousins, 3 on one side and 2 on the other have had them. Most of those mentioned got their first stone in their 20's (statistically they are most common in men 40+), and I'm sure the list goes on. The point is, while drinking lots of water probably helps, having a good family history helps more, imho.
Pictures coming soon...