Bad Mama


It’s true
March 21, 2007, 4:49 am
Filed under: Peanut, Pistachio

While examining the ultrasound blob photos:

Peanut: Waaa! The baby is crying!

Me: Why is the baby crying?

Peanut (impression of solicitous mommy voice): Aww, because he misses his mama.

Me: But Honey, the baby is inside of me, and I’m his mama.

Peanut (for the first time fully realizing the horror): NOO! You’re MY mama!

Me: Yes, but I am the baby’s mama too.

Peanut: You’re MY mama. MY mama!

Me: Yes, I am your mama, and I am the baby’s mama. But you will always be my little girl, no matter what.

Peanut: No I won’t!

Me: Yes, of course you will. You’re my best little girl.

Peanut: No! I am going to be the best big sister! I am SUPER big sister!

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Status Report
March 20, 2007, 12:46 am
Filed under: Pistachio

Heart rate: 151 bpm

Due date from measurements: 11/4/2007 (7w1d today)

Weight gained: 2lbs

Blood glucose: Within normal limits in the past 90 days

Almost unrelenting nausea that refuses to be relieved through actual vomiting: Present

Insomnia: Check time stamp of this post



Is this week over yet?
March 8, 2007, 8:27 pm
Filed under: Disability, Peanut

The decision is that Peanut will have another, more elaborate hip surgery, probably in April.

It is especially hard because this isn’t really to help her in the short term. It’s not affecting her walking now.  Rather, it is to help her walking in the long term, and reduce the chances that she’ll need a hip replacement as an adult. The earlier it is done, the better the growth in the hip joint. And we don’t want her in a body cast in the summer, nor will I be able to handle her in the fall while I’m 8 months pregnant.  But it means we are taking a happy, healthy little girl and putting her through major surgery with a long recovery. It’s easier when the reward is a little more obvious right away.

She’ll be in a body cast again, though he is hoping that this time it will only be for a month rather than 6-8 weeks.

I really, really was looking forward to using my vacation time for an actual vacation this year.



I wish I hadn’t
March 7, 2007, 10:01 pm
Filed under: Uncategorized

If you live in the Madison area, and you see a news report about a woman charged with abusing a child she was babysitting, and you think you’ll read or watch it out of idle curiousity, I am here to tell you DON’T DO IT.  Especially if you have any cause to let your child out of your sight in the near future, even if it is into the care of her adoring grandmother. Because you may not be able to do it, and you will have a nearly overwhelming urge to track this woman down and do to her what she did to the kid and then some. Trust me, it was bad and she should go to jail for a very, very long time and you should probably go hug your kid or other loved ones anyway.

On a happier note, my dad got out of the hospital today. He is going to short-term rehab, and his prognosis is fairly good. At least, if he follows his healthcare plan, which he was decidedly not doing before this happened. That’s a pretty big “if” in this case, but I have to say his attitude towards his own mortality has changed rather dramatically, so I have hope. We still had an argument that involved me saying, “Well, you’ve obviously done so well not listening to your doctor. Perhaps you ought to consider that they might actually know what the hell they are talking about”, but we’ve definitely made progress. 

Can you imagine where on Earth his granddaughter got her stubborness?



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March 4, 2007, 10:48 pm
Filed under: Disability, Peanut

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I can direct you to the vending machines
March 4, 2007, 7:00 pm
Filed under: Uncategorized

I spent pretty much most of the day today back at the hospital, this time because my father was taken there by ambulance this morning. He’s doing all right, will probably go home in a couple of days. But seriously? I would really not be sad not to be back there again anytime soon.

 Although something interesting has come of this. When your father, maternal grandfather, and maternal uncle have all suffered full-fledged strokes, and your paternal grandfather had multiple TIAs, and various female relatives have had them as well, and you also realize that this study means you, well, damn. Not everyone gets to know what exactly it is that’s going to kill them.



Unexpected
March 2, 2007, 7:56 pm
Filed under: Disability, Peanut

First, I need to get this out of the way: I love living in Wisconsin, it will always be my first choice for home. But enough with the snow. Seriously, enough. Let’s try spreading it out all winter next year, m’kay?

Today was not a great day. While changing Peanut this morning, somehow Big Daddy pulled her right leg in such a way that her hip dislocated. This is the hip we’ve been worried about, the one that took us to Delaware for a second opinion on whether surgery was going to be required to keep it in place. She quit crying after a couple of minutes, but there was a big lump at the top of her thigh and it hurt her to sit up. Big Daddy called me at work nearly in hysterics (understandably), and I told him to call the ambulance. I met him at home just before they arrived (I work about 5 blocks from home), and she was perfectly happy, laying on her changing pad in front of the TV. 

Soon after we arrived at the hospital, the hip moved back into place, and she was sitting up reading a Diego book. X-rays showed that the hip was in the same place it was when she’d had them the last time. So we have to follow up with her surgeon on Thursday (he was in surgery all day today, so he couldn’t come down and see her while we were there). We gave her a little ibuprofen because she said it was a little sore, but that’s it. I am just very afraid that this is going to change everyone’s mind regarding her need for surgery. 

Coincidently, I just this morning received the summary report from the Delaware visit. I am not entirely satisfied with it; I am hoping that the phone discussion between the two doctors will answer some questions I still have. They did describe her as a pleasant and delightful child, so I know they are obviously intelligent.

Just one of those days, I guess. At least she’s fine now, and nobody pulled Big Daddy aside to have a “talk” about just how hard he pulled her leg.