The Tale of Two Preemies: Not Me! Monday

Monday, August 24, 2009

Not Me! Monday

I most certainly did not hear my three year old repeatedly say "damn it" to then explain to me that he was "just fixin." He also doesn't ask what Daddy's fixin when he hears Pat yelling outside. Nope, doesn't happen here.

My one year old didn't perfect his screeching abilities all the way through the grocery store last week. At least it wasn't Sr. Citizen's Wednesday discount day and I didn't get stopped 15 times to have someone tell me what a good baby he is. Nope, would never happen.

I didn't spend nearly 2 hours putting together Pat's Ertl farm sets without my children around. I wouldn't waste time like that and I most certainly wouldn't be playing with my children's toys alone.

I also did not suggest to my husband that we should turn the dining room into a toy room since we never eat in there anyway. We wouldn't have that many toys for just 2 boys.

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Cole's Story

Cole was born at 30 weeks 3 days, much to our surprise, in 2006. I went in to the hospital because I wasn't feeling well and was afraid I'd get dehydrated. I ended up being air lifted to a larger hospital where Cole was born 24 hours later. He weighed in at 4 lbs. 2 oz. and was 17" long. He had some developmental delays, mostly due to acid reflux. He also had positional plagiocephaly and was in a remolding helmet for 6 weeks. At 14 months he underwent a cardiac catheter procedure to close his PDA. At 25 months he tripped getting out of his kiddie pool and broke his femur. He was in a cast from his hips to his toes for 4 long weeks. He also broke his shoulder at age 5 1/2. His latest medical drama has been a cyst in his left ear. He's had his adenoids removed and another surgery to remove the cyst. He'll have a second surgery in August. He's been through the ringer, but you'd never know it. He just rolls with the punches. He's 100% farm boy. He wants to know how everything works and why. He loves the farm. Farming is definitely in his blood.

Tate's Story

Tate was born at 34 weeks 2 days in 2008. Since I had a previous premature delivery, I was on high alert for another one. It didn't help. We had ultrasound after ultrasound and everything looked great. Tate, however, was not patient. I was admitted to the hospital with preterm labor. He held off for a couple of days, but was still born early. He weighed 5 and a half pounds and was 19" long. Fortunately he had no problems and was released from the hospital 3 days after he was born. He was born the middle child. He desperately wants to do what his big brother does, but has his own interests and wants Cole do to those with him. He's my trouble-maker, fit-thrower, and snuggle bug.