The Tale of Two Preemies: The Post Where I Complain About Monday

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

The Post Where I Complain About Monday

Yesterday was an awful day. It started off bad and just went down hill. It wasn't all bad, but overall, not a good day.

The day started at 7. Cole got up, came downstairs, stood by his sleeping sister and said very loudly "Mom!" Which of course woke up sleeping sister who now thinks she needs to eat. Normally this wouldn't be a big deal, but yesterday Shelby had a doctor's appointment at 10, so getting up at 7 means she will want to eat at 10 and I don't have time in the morning to try to adjust her schedule.

After babies were fed (human and bovine), I proceeded to get Tate up and ready to go to Grandma's while I took Shelby to the doctor. Only he was mad that Coley rode the new 4-wheeler (that's another post) and he had to ride in the car. That resulted in a complete melt down. Normally I would take the time to snuggle with him and calm him down, but there just wasn't time yesterday as I was already running behind. So I left a screaming Tate with Grandma and booked it to the doctor.

The doctor's appointment didn't go all that well either. She is healthy, but not growing as well as she should. Our doctor is very good and giving reasonable suggestions. Our last pediatrician thought the solution to everything was to stop breast feeding. Of course, during the appointment she was hungry! I fed her while we were waiting for the doc to come in which actually worked out ok. She spit up after eating, which is normal and it was kind of nice for someone else to see how much she actually spits. Anywhoodle, the first thing we are going to try is starting her on some cereal and see if that helps with the weight and the spitting.

The remainder of the afternoon went fine. I had my cross country meeting and I have 8 kids signed up this year. Last year I had 6 and of those 8, 6 are new. My retention isn't good, but we are growing! This was the good part of the day.

My parents showed up last night. My mom is staying with us for a few days while my dad attends a conference. My dad has neuropathy in his feet, so our stairs are hard for him to manage. Our stairs are typical old farmhouse fashion and are very steep. We went to bed a little after 11 and put a sleeping Shelby in her crib. Only that was apparently her cue to wake up and think it was play time. After much dancing and singing in her crib, she developed the hiccups. I picked her up and also discovered poopy pants. So down the stairs I went. Only, I slipped on the edge of the stair and went down on my back. It happened so fast. The only things I remember are seeing Shelby's head sliding along the paneling and not being able to stop it, and thinking what if no one hears me, so I yelled. Thankfully, Shelby didn't get a scratch, bump, or bruise on her. I apparently took the entire fall on myself. I've got road rash on my ankle, elbow, and hippish area, and my shoulder is killing me. It made for a long night. Thankfully all wounds will heal.

I am so glad Monday is over.

1 comment:

Kristi said...: Glad Monday is done and gone.

Yay for your parents being there. Give them each a big hug from us. We miss them.; 8/08/2012 9:42 AM

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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.