October 4, 2011


Maybe she should nom on more than just Sophie?

Today was Ashlin’s six month doctor’s appointment.  She’s been a happy baby, nursing well, giggling, growing.  Finally taking bottles in day care, well, sort of anyway.  I knew she’d be getting some shots (poor baby!), but I wasn’t too worried, as she was doing better at day care, seemed to be growing, hitting milestones – sitting up, transferring objects from one hand to another, jumping.  I probably should have been though.  She’s fallen off her weight curve.  Again.

At her four month appointment she had dipped a bit off her curve, even though she had gained weight.  It was only a 1.4lb gain, enough to go from 50th percentile to 15th percentile.  In and of itself, nothing major.  She did gain, she grew, she was aware and energetic.  Happy.  Eating.


Nom nom Mum mum nom!

This time, she has gained 2lbs in 2 months.  So more than between 2 and 4 month visits.  But now she’s in the 10th percentile.  She’s still happy, still hitting milestones, still growing.  But now they want to keep a closer eye on it.  We need to go back in a few weeks for a weight check.

She did pretty well with her shots – all four! Did her Billy Idol impression and cried loudly for about a minute, then sighed, and snuggled in to me.  Although not interested in nursing there, she did once we got  home and napped.

When she woke up, she got a mum mum.  Well, two.  She really likes them :)

Played.  Nursed. Slept, with a glowing seahorse for comfort.


August 1, 2011

Today was Ashlin’s four month doctor’s appointment.  She’s doing great!  Hitting milestones, being a good little eater and sleeper.  It’s always nice having someone tell you that things are good, that she’s good.

Her stats:

              • Height: 24.25 inches / 50th Percentile
              • Weight: 12 lbs 8 oz / 25th Percentile
              • Head circumference: 42.1cm / 75th Percentile

The doctor was quite pleased with how well she’s doing.  Said that she should grow into her clicky knee, that the click should go away.  That we do need to work on her taking a bottle.  (I knew that we did.  I kinda didn’t want to think about it yet, as it means that she will be going into day care.  Yes, Yes.  I know she is).

We also need to pay attention to her “pissed off” rash, the one she gets on her lower legs after she gets really pissed off being off her routine.  This happened on Saturday – her nap and feeding schedule was off about an hour or so – she melted down.  Turned purple.  And her lower legs broke out in the pin point type rash.  Like on Father’s day at my parents house.  Two days after the episode, the doctor said that it didn’t look like a “normal” rash.  So, if we notice it any other time then after an episode, we need to let them know.  She may need blood tests and stuff.

But for now, she’s good!



PS.  Ultrasound of the boob Friday shows no abscess.  Yay!  The mastitis is still there, so I’m back on antibiotics for another 5 days.

PPS.  Updated the Teagan’s Tunes.  I’ll need to start one for Ashlin, eventually.  Once she stops trying to blow raspberries and notices music.

May 25, 2011

Today was Teagan’s Two  Year Doctor’s appointment.  First appointment with the new practice, well, for her anyway.  Ashlin has seen these doctors several times already.  First time I get to go out with both girls.  Yikes!!

When I picked her up at day care, Teagan was in a deep sleep – it was nap time.  Silly me, I made her appointment, I didn’t think about nap times.  I will in the future.  By the time we got to the doctor’s office, Teagan was awake, singing in the back seat, asking if we were “done” yet.

Ashlin gets put in the stroller frame, Teagan gets her backpack with leash, just in case.  I ask her to hold my hand while we walk across the parking lot.  She’s usually good about holding hands when we’re out, but with Ashlin there, I didn’t want to take any chances.  How do you chose who to run after?

Once we got into the exam room, Teagan went all quiet and shy.  She did not want to let the doctor listen to her heart, nor examine her ears, or look at her teeth.  We were able to get her to cooperate enough to check her ears – no infection!  Teeth, well, maybe next time.  I mentioned how the top molars had broken through, and the lower left was in the process of erupting.  No clue about the lower right.

The Doctor asked about eating habits (very good), sleeping (also usually good), vocabulary and speech (pretty good, lots of words, 3-4 word sentences), car seat position (still rear, though she said we may want to turn her around soon.  I said that we’d probably keep her rear facing until she was either too heavy or too ornery).  She asked if there were any concerns, asked about the ear infections, but as we hadn’t had any in a while, she let that go.  For now.  Tubes will come up again, I’m sure.

While the doctor was asking all these questions, Teagan was wandering around the room, poking at things, playing with the books and toys.  Going up to the doctor and pointing to her laptop.  Very relaxed.  Teagan mentioned how dada had a computer too – “like dada,” and “dada have” – and started touching the back of the case, like she does at home.  She then touched the side, right where the power button was and turned off the doctor’s laptop!  LOL!  I apologized, mentioning that she’s done that to Stu’s laptop more times than she should have.

Imagine the ball is a laptop

I did mention about how we found a tick on Teagan – in her hair line – the other day.  That we were pretty sure it hadn’t been on her for more than 24 hours, it wasn’t engorged. We need to keep an eye on the site, and if there’s a rash, they would have her tested and then treated.  They don’t do prophylactic treatment on toddlers, which I agree with.  Why give medication if it’s not needed?

Teagan followed the doctor out of the room as she left, before the PA came in to give her the shot.  Well, the doc left the door open.  Teagan decided that she would go into the open rooms and say “hi!” to everyone.  I wrangle  her back and she got her shot like a champ!  Very few tears, that dried up quickly.  As usual.

So, she’s about 28-29 pounds (she wriggled on the scale, so we didn’t get a very accurate measurement) and 34 inches tall.  Doctor was pleased with how she looked and acted.  We have to go have a blood draw in the next week or so.  Fun.  (I’ve asked Stu to take her, I don’t know if I can handle her during that).  Then another appointment in six months.

Ashlin cried most of the visit.  Fun.

But I did survive taking the two out.  Alone.  Yay me!

April 5, 2011

Today was Ashlin’s first doctor visit.  We were late.  Of course.  I needed to nurse her before we left, and she decided that she’d dilly dally and not be the chap nurser that she’s been the past day or so.  Oh well.  We were late.

The appointment went well.  She’s gained 5oz since discharge, which is good for a breastfed baby.  She’s not grown, though her head has shrunk (just an eight of an inch).  Doc said she looked wonderful.  Little jaundice, but not enough to worry about.  I knew I wasn’t crazy when I said I thought she had a slightly yellow tint.

The only thing that was a bit concerning, and even then not really, was that we need to retest her blood from the PKU.  Her results came back as high for thyroid.  Doctor said that the range they put in is very large, so there are lots of false positives.  He doesn’t think there’s anything to worry about.  But the results should be back by Friday.

We should also hear sometime this week about setting up the ultrasound for the hip dysplasia.  The doctor today thinks the clicking I feel/hear is coming from her knee, not her hip.  It made me feel good that I wasn’t dismissed,  but listened to.  He gave me a very possible alternative – and hey, what do I know?  I just know I hear/feel something when I change her diaper.  Something.


Teagan was in a funny mood tonight once she got home from day care.  She caught her finger on one of the gates, and was nearly inconsolable.  I asked if she wanted to sit on my lap and have me look at it.  She said she did.  So, once I got settled, mom put her in my lap.  She sat there a minute or so, we had a snuggle, and then she was better.

Dinner, could be considered a disaster.  Not total, but very nearly.  Mom had made dinner, and pulled some aside to cool for Teagan.  Stu got her settled in her chair, and then went to put her bib on.  She wanted nothing to do with her bib.   She was like that last night too, but I didn’t think much of it.

Anyway, she was just prickly through the dinner.  Didn’t want the food, wanted the food, threw a bit, played with a bit.  Tried to make us laugh.  (We totally need to stop her trying to “entertain” at mealtime).

Since she was “all dun” with her chicken, she handed me the plate, and me not being able to lean over far enough barely touched the bowl as she let go, and it fell on the floor.  If I had been able to lean over, I would have had a better grip.  And then I can’t clean it up.  Frustrating for both her and me.  And my wonderful family that have to pick up the slack for me.  (Can you tell I’m tired of not being 100%?  Even 60% would be better.  I know I’m getting there though).

As she needed to have something to eat, I offered her some cheerios and string cheese.  Teagan said that would be acceptable.  LOL.  Mom wanted to give her some left over Chinese, some left over manicotti, something else.   I do not want to get in the habit of short oder cooking for her, so if she’s not going to eat dinner with us, she can have an easy alternative – o’s and cheese.  If I was more healed, I would have offered her some yogurt, but I didn’t have the strength to mix the fruit in.

She was eating her string cheese, again, trying to make us laugh, and got a piece stuck in her throat.  She was able to pull it out.  But then she did it again.  On purpose.  This time, she ended up gagging and throwing up a little bit.  I don’t think she expected that to happen.

Strawberries were a hit, as they always are.  She can’t get enough of them.  LOL.  Dinner ended well.  Bedtime was a different story.  It was almost like Sybill had taken over.

Maybe she’s over tired, maybe she’s just reacting to having her world turned upside down.  Hopefully we’ll get our sweet girl (who’s gotten so big!) back all the time, soon.

April 2, 2011

Home.  We’re home.  Yay.

Busy morning at the hospital.  I had my staples removed around 7:30am.  The same resident who’s been stopping in every morning was still on rounds.  Nice to have the continuity.  She promised that removing the staples did not use a stapler remover like you get at Office Depot.  LOL.  Of course that’s where my mind had dwelled all week.  She also said that they wouldn’t hurt.  She was right.  It wasn’t that bad.  There were one or two that were a bit more twingy than the others – there were about 14 or so – but all in all, not bad.  No numbing or anything, just popped them off gently, somehow.  I didn’t watch.  I didn’t want to know, though I did wonder what they looked like.

She then put steri strips on, while I joked about how I was worried all my guts would just ooze out if I laughed too hard.  She laughed at that.  According to her,  the incision was almost healed – though it has to be new tender skin.  I still need to be careful about moving and stuff, but it was all closed and healing nicely.  Still it’s hard to not worry about having a small hole become larger and then all my guts slip out.  It hurts to much to have that go completely away.

So, Stu drive home, carefully, trying to avoid the pot holes and the sharp turns.  getting out of the car was not fun, but walking into my house was.  Teagan was a bit funny at first, but everyone was crowding her, trying to make sure she was ok.  After a bit, they backed off.  She got better.

I sat with her while she had lunch – steamed veggies with dup dup – dumpling sauce or something.  She wanted more and more dup dup.  LOL.  It was nice getting a kiss and hug from her.  It’s going to be a challenge to not pick her up.

My parents are here, along with my sister.  They’re the distraction for Teagan.  The help I need for getting food and stuff.  I’m not supposed to do the stairs more than once or twice a day.  I need to keep my feet up.  No driving for two weeks.  No bending.  No carrying anything heavier than the baby – 7 lbs .5oz as of this morning.

I don’t have any pictures.  I will update with a picture from mom or sis tomorrow.

I’m going to sleep in my bed.  Heaven.

March 21, 2011

So, today’s news wasn’t good.  The placenta hasn’t moved, and probably won’t.  It’s still marginal.  Even if it moves a lot, there’s still the issue of all the blood vessels that are there, and cross the opening of the cervix.  No escaping it, I will be having a c-section.

Visit to the High-Risk people was a bit odd today.  They did everything backwards.  I met with the doctor first, when I usually see them after the ultrasound, so there’s something more to discuss.  The doctor was nice enough.  Asked how I was doing, checked swelling, recommended unisom for my sleeping trouble – but nothing for the pain.  It’s the pain that’s keeping me up, not just a simple insomnia.  Then, the conversation sort of floundered – He didn’t check the baby’s position, we couldn’t discuss birthing options, as we didn’t know where the placenta was.  I, of course, had questions after the ultrasound, but didn’t have a doctor then to talk to.

Then I got to sit with the nurse to have heparin training.  I’m being switched to heparin from Lovenox.  The heparin is two shots a day, and you need to fill the syringes, they don’t come pre-filled like the Lovenox do.  I hate doing the shots, but if I have a choice, Lovenox is the preferred shot.  Rum or lemon drops would be better, but that’s a different story.

The heparin training went well.  I remembered most of it from last time.  I joked that she prescribed me 100 needles and 60 doses/vials.  Better safe than sorry.  I’m sure they’ll put me back on Lovenox after delivery anyway.  This time around, they can actually take the extra doses of heparin and Lovenox, and get them to people who need them but can’t afford their medication.  There wasn’t something like that last time.  That makes me feel good…  Sort of recycling for drugs.  LOL.

Finally, the ultrasound tech is ready for me.  Back we go.  I get situated on the table and she lubes up my belly.  Scanner on!  She confirms that the baby is indeed head down, and her feet and hands are off to my right – around 3:00.  The little one is still a bit oblique, but yay!  Head down!  Next, off in search of the placenta, which is still covering the cervix.  Wonderful. 

By this time my back is beginning to scream.  The tech notices I’m very uncomfortable.  I ask if I can sit up for a minute and she said it was fine.  We chat about babies, and sizes and things.  I tell her about how I can’t sleep on my left or even reclined thanks to my stupid hip.  That I get to go to the chiro after we’re done there.  We start off again, as she said she could get most of the measurements while I lay on my right side.  Oh, the relief!

An ear with hair

An ear with hair

Watching the measurements on the screen was a bit freaky.  They were all 2-3 weeks ahead.  This baby has become freakishly large again.  A watermelon.  LOL.  She’s back up in the low 90th percentile.  As the tech gets a head measurement, she comments that the baby has a lot of hair.  LOL.  That explains the almost non-stop heartburn.  Though Teagan had a bit of hair, and I had horrible heartburn with her too.

We then take a break, and swap to the wand to get a good view of the placenta previa.  Fun.  LOVE that wand.  A resident comes in to evaluate the situation.  Marginal.  Still.  Great.  The resident then calls a doctor in to confirm.  The two of them discuss, remeasure, discuss.  All the while my back is killing me.  After about 20 minutes, they have enough shots of my cervix and the placenta.  His recommendation is to do a c-section, scheduled at 37.5 weeks.  Amnio before hand to check out lung development. 

Crap!  That’s next week!

Measurements for this not-so-little one put her at 7.5 lbs at 36 weeks.  In four weeks she’ll be quite large.  Mid 11 pounds.  I may be happy for a c-section in the long run.  LOL!

Truth be told, I’m a little freaked out.  I called my OB to set up an appointment tomorrow to discuss things with an OB, they’ll be the ones that actually do the section, not the people I saw today.  I’ll be able to ask all sorts of questions, and maybe I’ll come out of the appointment with an actual date.

Is it the birth I want?  No.  But circumstances are what they are.  It’s not because of anything I did, or didn’t do.

February 10, 2011


Image by Dave-F via Flickr

The week’s almost over.  Just one more day.  It’s been a rough week.  Stressful.  Busy. 

I don’t have to turn the alarm on tonight.  No need.  I get to work from home tomorrow.  Even if Teagan (or I) oversleep, it’ll still be ok for my shot.  Neither of us sleep that late. 

Hope that being at the house will make the day a bit less stressful, even though it will still be very busy.  Less stress would be nice.  It would be nice to not have BH contractions, a place that’s not too hot (like the office has been all week).  Unfortunately, it’s also going to be a bit more distracting.  I need to be focused.  Sometimes it’s hard to figure out the issue with a formula or query if there’s dirty dishes in the sink or laundry to reboot.

Tomorrow, I also have to go meet with Teagan’s possible new pediatrician.  We’ve finally gotten my act together enough to set up a “meet and greet” with a local pediatrician.  I suppose I should be happy that we haven’t needed to make an emergency decision, thanks to an ear infection or some other creepy crud or oozy thing.  It would be nice to like the practice, the doctor.  I hope they also have a Lactation Consultant that I can have a few minutes with as well.

Good news!  We can use the front door again!  The snow melted/softened enough these past few days that Stu was able to get the path shoveled.  It had been about 2 feet deep of near-solid ice.  Today the ice melt worked enough to get the last bit of ice off, and make it so it’s not taking your life (or neck!) in your hands to walk on it.  So nice!