The Tale of Two Preemies: New Year's Resolution

Friday, January 1, 2010

New Year's Resolution

I normally don't do resolutions. This year I have decided to be nicer to my husband. Long before Pat and I started dating, we were typically our friends' entertainment. We ripped on each other constantly. After 2 years of dating and 5 years of marriage (today!) it's really starting to wear on our relationship. We've had our fair share of problems, so this year, I am going to make a conscious effort to be nicer to him. Right now that's been fairly easy since he threw his back out a few days ago and can't do anything. I've had the bed to myself the last 2 nights (and looking like again tonight) since he's been sleeping in the chair or couch, which is apparently more comfortable for him. I don't get it either. But anyway, back to the nice thing. It should be easy, but I am trying to be nice without criticizing. That's hard. I'm hoping that my being nicer will cause him to be nicer, and our kids to be nicer. I'm also trying to stop yelling, but I really struggle with yelling at Cole to stop yelling at his brother. Oops. Wish me luck!

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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.