Momma Monday

 

I haven’t had time to ponder my resolutions. Life has been more day-to-day focused in the new year. The Quail is home and better. It turned out to be bronchiolitis rather than pneumonia both this time and last. I’ve just been trying to puzzle through the last few months and work out in my own mind how big a deal all of her illnesses have been or amount too. I don’t want to over-react, nor of course under-react. Since she’s been born she has been generally healthy. She got sick with a fever and virus last May for the first time and was given breathing treatments as it settled in her chest and she had some wheezing. That worked and she was fine until she got her first ear infection in august. The infection itself cleared up fast with antibiotics but the fluid lingered for a good 6 weeks and she actually failed a hearing test during that time due to the fluid. Zuzu had ear infections straight from 7 months-13 months at which point we had tubes put in. Zuzu would get so ill with them: high fever, vomiting, then thrush and diarrhea from the antibiotics. No symptoms for a week then at each check- up there would still be fluid or signs of a new infection within a week or two and so we would start a new round of antibiotics and begin the cycle again. It was tiring and frustrating. Once she got the tubes she still had a handful of infections but by comparison- not nearly as ill. She was in daycare too and it seemed to coincide with the point in which she became more independent and could crawl and grab toys and slobber on other kidlets. So here we are again- only with the Quail the virus seems to go down into her chest rather than up into her ears. The first time she got quite ill and required an emergency room visit was in November when on the weekend her fever spiked- she was treated for the flu since her lungs and ears were clear and her fever was spiking a second time. Pneumonia followed that. She finished up her H1N1 and seasonal flu vaccines shortly after that.

Then in December there was a huge commotion with the drug manufacturers in trying to get her RSV vaccination. It finally got straightened out and came into the pediatricians office literally the same day she showed symptoms of RSV. She was hospitalized for breathing difficulties a day or two later. When she went in to the ER they said RSV, dehydration and pneumonia. Later it got clarified that it was brochiolitis, not pneumonia- which often will follows RSV. As soon as she was fever free for 24 hours she was able to get started on that vaccination regimen. We kept her home extra long after that stay just to be safe and give her adequate time to recuperate. Well then a few days after returning to daycare we noticed all of us felt sick. The Quail started a small fever a couple of weekends ago but it was there only a day and then went back to normal. On Wednesday the breathing difficulties started again. It was the chest retractions that really signalled us. She was fine- playful, cheerful and good as gold that night when I picked her up from school, then an hour later the fever started and well- the rest is written.

Since then we’ve had a couple of comments and questions about whether or not she should go to school.  This is the part where I start to puzzle. It’s important to me that she be given the same opportunities as her sister. I love that she goes to the same little school as her sister and has the same teachers who love her as they loved Zuzu. I love that she plays with the same little kids and when I pick her up each night I see the same little ones playing near her. Our early intervention staff has said that she sees kids that have Down syndrome doing well in a daycare setting- that the socialization they get there is something they can’t be taught other places.

But along with that socialization comes germs. That would be the case with each and every play group, class, outing or daycare we would take part in. When we asked one of the doctors in her practice about what we can do to minimize illnesses effects on the Quail the response was, “Keep her at home”. I just don’t think that is a reasonable option. They were saying not to go to any crowded areas- including the playground, the store, daycare, etc…I admit, I’m tired and nervous these days. It’s a hard cold and flu season all the way around with the surge of H1N1 in addition to the usual suspects. Problem is I can’t predict the future. We went through this with Zuzu and now she has a hardy constitution and rarely gets sick. But that is really just in the last year. She went through her fair share of illnesses to get there. The doctors point was that the immune system will be stronger and more equipped to handle all of this when the Quail is older. I just don’t like the idea of isolating her. And to me- that’s what it sounds and feels like. I know lots of SAHM moms do an excellent job of socializing their children and I admire that. I don’t know that that would be my shining glory. We’ve also had others ask about putting her in a “special daycare” that focuses on children with disabilities. The idea of this feels antiquated to me. Having grown up with a sister with profound mental retardation that lived a good bit of her life in an institution- I just have a hard time only seeing the positives that this kind of setting can offer. I’ve spent my education and a good portion of my adulthood advocating for community integration. While we do tend to treat our therapies as separate events from our lives by scheduling a time in our day to work on, say; gross motor, or feeding therapy-it’s because our days are so blissfully chaotic and we don’t want the day to go by without some time devoted to each development issue we see specialists for- and it easily could. So far we’ve managed that alright. Some weeks better than others, but that’s life.

My hope is that we’ll get through this cold and flu season on a new medication regime that will keep her little air passages open and prevent her from getting so very sick. I admit I don’t like her being on a steroid- and especially having to give it twice a day so that one dose is before bedtime. Have you seen a tired baby hopped up on steroids at the end of a long day? Not fun for anyone. Although to be fair- she exudes bubbliness and playfullness mostly- so it amounts to her laying next to all of us and kicking and rolling over and grinning and calling out to us rather than settling in for her long winter’s nap. So it’s not all bad.

We’ve hired a lovely pediatric nursing student to stay with the Quail today and tomorrow to give her some extra rebound time and we’ll try going back to school on Wednesday and hope that all will be well. We had OT and PT today. She did excellent in PT- really much more stable and supporting herself in sitting and they were able to get her into crawling position  with her portioned over a bolster for support. Good pivoting on her tummy for toys as well. OT was another story. We are getting better lip closure for feeding. Much less of her peas and pears returned to us. She loves when we use the Z-vibe spoon and smiles at her honeybear- although a good portion of that falls out of her mouth as well. Her positioning is not good though and we are looking at how to adapt her sitting to ensure a 90-90-90 degree angle for feeding. But her little legs don’t bend at the knee in our seats. We are starting SRJ bubble-blowing protocol to try to build up lung capacity as well. This therapy everyone is excited about- and by everyone I mean Zuzu and the Quail- the Quail shrieks in delight as all the bubbles I don’t manage to catch on the wand go ambling past and Zuzu leaps and bounds to try to catch them, hollering, “Do me, do me”. I try to tell her to not jump in the middle and she can have a turn- but that is like asking a golden retriever puppy to not jump up when you are holding his favorite toy!

We’ll just keep puzzling through and see how things go. I’m oh-so-glad for southern winters right now though- they are brief and not nearly as severe as the midwestern ones I was raised on.

Gratitude Journal

1. Energy

2. new beginnings

3. Flylady

4. Six O’Clock Scramble

5. Mary Oliver

6. Fitday.com

7. a roasting chicken lieing in wait

8. sweet potato rolls rising in a sunny window

9. Twelth Night

10. Gerber Daisies

11. Lovey making Eggs Benadict!

12. Two parents- so one can stay with the toddler, while the other runs to the ER with the baby

13. Zuzu getting her doctor kit to see if she is alright

14. Being able to nurse one, even when I can’t the other

15. cuddles with a sick baby

16. Summer and Connie’s help!

17. Renee’s help!

18. Sue’s chicken noodle soup!

19. Zuzu telling me when she grows up she’ll have 10 babies- boys and girls!

20. Zuzu telling when she grows up she’ll be a princess, and a doctor, and a teacher, and a mommy…but mostly just a princess

21. sleep

22. my dear family and friends sweet words, thoughts, offers, prayers, food, hugs, child-holding and well wishes- much love and gratitude

23. hospital collard greens

24. a baby excitedly eating my face

25. opening my eyes to sunshine, smiles and giggles

Fave-O-Lit Friday

 

Saying Goodbye to Very Young Children

by John Updike

Saying Goodbye to Very Young Children

They will not be the same next time. The sayings
so cute, just slightly off, will be corrected.
Their eyes will be more skeptical, plugged in
the more securely to the worldly buzz
of television, alphabet, and street talk,
culture polluting their gazes’ dawn blue.
It makes you see at last the value of
those boring aunts and neighbors (their smells
of summer sweat and cigarettes, their faces
like shapes of sky between shade-giving leaves)
who knew you from the start, when you were zero,
cooing their nothings before you could be bored
or knew a name, not even you own, or how
this world brave with hellos turns all goodbye.

The Quail- Deja’ Vu

Back we go…The Quail is checked back into the hospital as of last night. I swear she was better! January 2nd our entire HLF noticed a scratch in our throats and some fatigue in our limbs. Lovey seemed to be hit the hardest with the newest cold, followed my the Quail then me. Lucky for us Zuzu had such a rough first year as well germ-wise that she has a tough little constitution now and other then the bout with RSV in December hasn’t really been sick in over a year. We took TQ to the doctor last saturday to check and there was no wheezing, ears were clear and temp was back to normal by sunday. It had only gone up to 99.9 and then immediately worked its way back down. Yesterday when she came home from school she fell asleep on the ride home and woke up cranky- our first sign. Then spit her peas and pears back at us, shoved her bottle away and commenced to crying. Her temp was 99.1. After an hour of bouncing her and checking every oriface multiple times she seemed to be breathing harder with more chest retraction so I ran the nebulizer- after which she promptly through up her sweet potatoes from lunch. Lovey took her back to the hospital ER and by then her temp was 102.1 and the doctors heard wheezing. Oxygen sats dropped to 89 while she was sleeping but generally hovered around 94 so they did a quick chest X-ray, confirmed a new pneumonia and checked her back in.  Lovey stayed overnight with her and I stayed with young Dr. Zuzu. In the midst of getting The Quail out the door, Zuzu dug out her doctor kit and started listening to her own heart. Sweet thing.

The check this morning showed that the wheezing was gone, oxygen sats and temp were back to normal. They’ll keep her today and reevaluate. In the meantime, Lovey gets the hospital spa treatment today, I’ll be hearding the toddler and pounding the payment for offers of food and baby holding. If you see me coming- just smile and offer a hug!

Quail Day- Who’s My Pretty Baby?

Shortly before Christmas I received the loveliest of gifts from my husband….a few hours alone with a camera, some pretty pink tutus and the baby! I photographed Zuzu endlessly as a baby. I really didn’t want The Quail to ever end up feeling that- “I’m not the only child slight”. You know the trap- after the first baby the baby book isn’t finished, they only wear hand-me-downs, there is never a photograph of them alone. Not that the Quail is really ever in danger of any of those- except maybe being forced into my favorite of the baby clothes Zuzu wore for my own sentimental sake. One of the gifts we received for her from dear Lisa and her family was a little pink tutu for her 6-9 month tiny self. At the time Zuzu was heavily into tutus and ballerinas (still is!) and I dreamed of indulging in a sisterly photo shoot of them dressed up together. That is yet to come, but in the meantime I was able to get a few hundred of our sweet baby in all her sweet-pink and loveliness and will be sharing them over the next few weeks. Here is the start!

Zuzu Day- Momma, but I don’t know how to read…

…is a refrain oft heard around our house these days. When Zuzu was a baby I was a tad obsessed over the need to establish a reading routine so that books would be an important part of her little world. When she was barely days old I would set her in the swing and swiftly read 3 night-time themed books to her  each evening; dutifully showing her the pictures. She didn’t yawn in response, or kick and giggle, or really show any apparent response. Then as the days progressed I switched to a routine of reading chapter children books to her while she nursed. I liked the Norman Rockwellish image of reading to her about Peter Rabbit or Paddington bear. Again- really not much of a response that was obvious- until she reached the point where she would grab the book from my hands and attempt to nurse it rather than me. This grew frustrating and as she hit that 5-6 month mark where I could no longer read, talk on the phone or watch TV while nursing because she became more engaged in it than the task at hand I gave up actively establishing a reading routine at bedtime. We did still have tons of board books around though and the first book she memorized was Sandra Boynton’s Moo, Baa, La, La, La which had lovingly been provided as part of a welcome package of favorite baby toys by Celina and Lisa’s families from St. Louis. At an early age that could still be recorded in months, rather than years when you recited, “The cow says….” she would happily cluck off the animal sound portions till she could “read” the entire book her ownself. This expanded to Barnyard Dance, and on and so-forth as she slowly established her favorite selection of little board book stories. Between the second and third year when her daycare became more of a preschool structure she began her role as teacher, imitating Miss Chrystal at school and lining either us or her animals and babydolls up for her reading to us as the teacher. The first book she did it with was a darling book that we had ordered from the Scholastic Books program at school that had obviously been read at group time the day it came in. That night when I tried to read it to her she was insistent on taking it from me and assuming the teacher role yet again as she sad there jammy-clad instructing us on the book  she named “Foxes” for the little fox family on the cover.

We eventually did establish a bedtime routine of 3 books while nursing and then off to sleep. And after the Quail joined us we continued in a less structured fashion of storytime as she would bring books over to where we sat with her baby sister and read them to her. But something changed in the last month or so. She began responding to the request that she “read” a book with an upset tone and even a few tears because she has realized she doesn’t know how. No longer willing to run through the motions we have began to attempt to instruct her in a somewhat bumbling effort. We are slowly returning to a nighttime routine of books before bed and books together upon awakening.

So in addition to being surrounded by books, (yes I still obsessively by them from thrift stores, Ross stores and anywhere I see them for less than a $5 bill.); we are now surrounded by letters. We use Starfall.com, the Leapfrog refrigerator letter and now word building products and her favorite shows to watch include the likes of Super Why, Wordgirl and Word World. I remember one day at the grocery store months ago when she suddenly gazed up at the Pharmacy sign and declared with delight, “Momma there’s an A!” as the letters of the alphabet came slowly into focus for her. I also remember nights on end of asking her the colors of the toys in her bath and the slow switch from sly, grinning guesses to accurate naming of the dolphin and ducky family hues.

And it appears we are entering a whole new realm of independence as entire words begin to come into focus for her in the same fashion. Each night as we put dinner together she uses her alphabet magnets and asks Lovey to help her spell words. She has mastered the art of sounding out C-A-T and tells us she has no desire to spell DOG. But would like to know how to spell, happy, hiccup, rocket, Annie, June, playground and spider. So we meet her requests unquestioningly and come up with pitiful English language lessons of the likes of, ” Well happy is one of those special words that has 2 consonants in it”.  We can only hope she doesn’t repeat our haphazard lessons as insistently to her teachers as she sometimes is with us as she reminds us to use our happy manners because they will make us happy.

I think maybe she makes us happy.

Momma Monday- New Beginnings

 

Ever since I was a small one I’ve loved the new year. The opportunity for a fresh start to become the person you want to be. Why the atmosphere is so much different around it rather than other times of the year I don’t know. But there is something about the brisk, chilly air; the clear, pure blues and sharply outlined lightness of clouds in a January sky that inspire me. You turn the page of a new calendar and turn a new dawn and voila! The world waits to see what you will do. Now that we live in the south there is also the delight of knowing that spring is not far away. That in just a month or so small buds will unfurl and bright color will start to dot the garden. Even now if you walk through the cultured nearby botanical gardens and know which turns to take you can find the smiling full blooms of the sasanqua camellias. Their lovely shape, fullness and variety of colors  make me smile to know that they are standing silently by just waiting for me to happen upon them.

The last few years we have stumbled into a few other welcomings of the new year as well. Co-workers of Lovey’s have an annual New Year’s Eve bash that begins at their home where everyone, note particularly the small ones are invited to play together and have their early meal. It is a pot-luck event where some of my favorite local family cooks are included and the food is wonderful- from the anti-pasto plate and smoked salmon, to the variety of breadmakers finest fare to the soups and salads. It’s become a neighborhood gathering that we feel fortunate to be included in since we actually live a few miles from the neighborhood. After the children are settled in with their steaming bowls of pasta and busy reconnecting with the others and the older children have been assigned to sitter duties; the grown-ups amble over to another lovely home  lit with luminaries and twinkling lights where there is wine, port, fine appetizers and even finer company. We went last year when I was humongously pregnant with The Quail and I swear it was the best time we had as a couple in ages. Even our tired selves were so invigorated by the festive atmosphere that we managed to stay out to ring in the New Year. After the reception we all headed back to the original home to check on our brood and settle in with a hearty, international meal and wait for the clock to strike twelve! Last year one of the families from Poland introduced the children to the folktale of The Stone Soup told with actual vegetable assignments for them over an open fire and stirred and simmered until after midnight for one last hearty meal before heading home. This year our Zuzu curled up on a wrought-iron bed and snored in the new year while The Quail wore her tiara and chortled it in along with the grown-ups. I hear there was also an additional home offering dessert but we didn’t make it over to that one.

On New Year’s day we have also had the good fortune to have our family included in another friend’s southern tradition of welcoming in the new year and inviting good luck into the year by feasting on hoppin’ john, rice, pork and collard greens. This is yet another group of fabulously talented cooks and we are so very blessed to be included in their festivities as well. Last year we had a little ceremonial embracing of what we hoped to invite into our lives and what we hoped to let go of. We shared them with the group and then blessed them to the earth. I thought we might do this again and so I had my items prepared for the event. Since we didn’t have a chance to do this instead I offer them out to cyberspace in hopes of sealing my success and inner peace!

This year I hope to embrace:

1. Moderation in my daily life

2. Connection- with friends, family, myself and community

3. Health- for me, my home and my family

4. Creative Inspiration and embracement of my expression of it

I hope to let go of these:

1. Clutter

2. Worry or rumination over negative energies and concerns

3. Anger or negative reaction as opposed to thoughtful action in response to something upsetting/bothersome

4. Emotional eating and nibbling out of anxiety

I’ll be working on goals for the year as well- both revising my earlier family goals post and setting some loose goals for myself in books I hope to read this year, music I hope to listen to,  movies I hope to watch and activities I hope to take part in.  These are things that I don’t always find I make time for much anymore. Mostly I hear children’s music, read children’s books and watch children’s shows. And while I’m happy to do those things with the children- I think I need to add some grown up versions back into my life so I don’t burn out or begin to resent Barney, Tinkie-Winkie, Wordgirl, Elmo, Kipper and Angelina. I also know that my children seeing me do these things for myself will set a good example for how they should naturally treat themselves as they grow up.

Speaking of which- time to go roast the chicken!

Gratitude Journal

1. the end of isolation due to illness

2. an impromptu meal

3. finding the velvet shirt I set out for

4. yummy, yummy carrot bake

5. Lovey making the yummy,yummy carrot bake

6. partial work weeks

7. Grampa’s birthday

8. sharing clothes with friends!

9. Legionaire’s bread!

10. curious children

11. Zuzu deciding she needs to learn to read

12. an international community sharing their charms and gifts

13. a sweet baby sleepingin a sling

14. Zuzu curled up fast asleep

15. a sister holding and “helping” her baby sister

16. a smashing good time at the annual New Year’s Eve party

17. a sitter at a party

18. an annual New Year’s Day bash with old and new friends

19. a baby drinking her milk

20. a shiny sink!

21. an open pediatrician’ s office on a saturday morning