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Wednesday, January 30, 2008

California Snowgirls



Cooper is doing much better. He is still a little cranky when I try to feed him his solid meals (not so much from anything hurting, more just psychological now from having been force fed.) But the bottle is going great, which is a big relief. I wasn't sure that he would take it at all. His sleep patterns are a little messed up right now, but I can deal with that.
We've been enjoying lots of snow, as you can see. This is Boston's first snowman (well, girl, since that's the kind of accessories we have at our house.)
I also finished a nine-patch throw quilt that was from a fun Civil War quilt block exchange one of my friends hosted. Ta Da! Mothers of three can accomplish things once in a while.
I decided to suck it up and haul both boys to Leslie's basketball game last night. I was feeding Cooper his cereal while he was strapped in the stroller and Boston was howling every few minutes, every time the buzzer went off. At several points I had one on each knee, screaming. But hey, LESLIE KNEW WE WERE THERE! And I guess that's the important part.

Monday, January 21, 2008

Day Four

Cooper's surgery went well. We are embarrassed to admit that we had things a little confused. He didn't actually have a bone graft this time--that is for when he is 6. The doctor did (with lots of slicing and dicing) close up the flesh of his hard palate. (I guess we had it mixed up because we didn't realize you could close it up without a bone graft.) He also reconnected the muscles in his soft palate so he will be able to speak properly. The surgery took a little under three hours and basically looked like a train wreck in his mouth. Lots of gore. It was especially painful for him to swallow for the first 10 hours or so later, even under morphine. After that he was able to sleep relatively peacefully. (I was wishing for a little morphine myself to help me sleep on the recliner/cot midst all the beeping and crying.) The room was much nicer this time, though, and we had it all to ourselves. The next morning they were really hoping for him to try to eat something so he could go onto a different painkiller. I had armed myself with a box of oatmeal baby cereal, a nice baby spoon (not nearly as scary or invasive as a bottle) and added some warm pear juice. My little trooper ate a huge bowl and the nurses were amazed. So, as long as we could use a spoon, we had no problem reaching the intake requirements for us to leave the hospital even a night early. Of course, the middle of the first night home I was freaking out, wondering what we were thinking bringing him home early because he had developed a fever. But we called the hospital and they said that was normal, so we got to stay home and it went away the next day. His pain has seemed much diminished and he hasn't had a painkiller at all for about twelve hours now. Now the biggest challenge is keeping him hydrated and in clean clothes because he has developed a horrible case of diarrhea and throwing up, brought on by? The anesthesia? The antibiotics? Hospital flu germs? Poor kid. At least his mouth seems almost normal and he is pretty much able to take a bottle again, even if it is full of Pedialyte. It's been so great to have Mark home an extra day today to help. Boston needs the extra attention. I guess he's been watching us give Coops his meds, so of course when he reached up to the counter and found an empty, fully extended medicine syringe, he tried to shove the whole thing down Cooper's throat. How does anyone who is not a single child ever survive into adulthood??!!

Monday, January 14, 2008

Sleep or guilt?

Sigh. Cooper's big surgery is on Thursday. Someone asked me if I was nervous and I'm not--for the surgery. It's the recovery that scares me. He's going to have work done on his soft palate and a bone graft taken from his hip to patch his hard palate. He will be in the hospital at least two days. Last time we were in a shared room in the infant wing--very uninviting for anyone above the age of one. (It's a good thing that the service and expertise are fabulous and affordable...) The baby gets to be on a crib gurney with metal cage bars. The floor is old, hard, linoleum. The rooms are small and kind of dark, which is good I guess for the baby to sleep. The baby next to you is crying if your baby is not. You are provided with a narrow plastic-upholstered rocking chair with a footstool that could stretch out if you wanted to lie down--on your side because you wouldn't really fit on your back. Things are beeping all night and the nurses keep walking in and shoving the curtain back, and the door stays open.
So. I am not spending the night with my baby.
Yes, I'm a bad mother. But I figure, he sleeps through the night anyway, he's going to be so doped up he won't really know who's got him anyway, and it's not really a choice of sleeping there or sleeping in a nearby hotel. It's to sleep or not to sleep.
I am also packing two novels and my portable DVD player. So there.

Monday, January 7, 2008

The Y Chromosome Brain


It's so fun to watch my kids learn. Leslie is brilliant of course, but Boston is just starting to exhibit his own special mental prowess. We let him play with some of Leslie's old wooden number and letter puzzles yesterday and he surprised us by being quite good at them. The cool thing was, you could actually watch his little brain process the information with spatial reasoning. I'm sure it's something like, "Oh. This one mom is calling a five has a flat top and a round bottom. Of course it goes here. Hmm. This one is round all the way around. It must go here." Leslie was more of a memorizer with a dash of picture association. "Hmmm. The one with the bees on it must be somewhere by the beehive...."
Cooper is also learning so fast. He has two solid meals a day and has been kind of cranky about giving up some of his bottle feedings, but we had to start somewhere. I've been extra slow on this since with his upcoming surgery I figure he's going to be on a liquid diet for a while anyway. He's been loving his walker lately and when we try to set him down on the floor he gives us the stiff-legs move. He'd rather stand. Not that he can by himself, but he would like to.
Here is a funny picture of Boston deciding that he didn't like sledding quite so much when snow gets in your face. Sorry it's sideways--don't have time to mess with it. Typical.

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Ode to the Crispy Conifer

There's a song that goes, "I cry the day we take the tree down.". I don't but I think my vacuum would like to. That poor thing was snowing needles with every ornament removal. Speaking of, it sure is great to have a six year old who loves to do that sort of thing. All I had to mess with were a few knotted threads and the lights. This vacation has been great because it really has been a vacation for me with Leslie home to be at my every beck and call. Yesterday she sorted all the laundry, emptied the dishwasher, swept, undecorated the tree, set the table twice, made two beds and her own lunch and entertained one or the other of her cranky brothers. And she didn't complain or ask for money. Ahhh. It's so great to be out of the "trenches" with at least one of my children. I'm so sad for her to go back to school tomorrow. She is excited to see her friends again. All vacation she has been planning this little three week long singing club for Monday afternoons. I've been super impressed with how much initiative she's been taking with the whole thing, so I'm going to go ahead and let her do it. She made invitations, made a song list, and has plans to make props and dances, etc. Mark did notice a little hitch in her plans that I haven't yet dealt with. The songs she wants to do are on this soul CD that starts off with Aretha Franklin's RESPECT. I haven't really paid attention to the other ones she wanted to teach the girls, but she was singing one of them for Mark. It goes like this: Turn the lights down, it's time to get romantic! It's going to be fun to explain why that might be a little too grown up for her and her friends to sing. Especially since she doesn't know what the word romantic means. When she sings it comes out "Bromaddick."
Boston and Cooper are doing well. Boston is adjusting to Cooper actually having an opinion about which toys he wants to play with. Boston's new favorite phrase is "My turn now!"
I'm dreading tomorrow also because Mark is returning to a full day's work. It's been so fabulous to have him actually take off a whole week. We even went to a mattinee with no kids. National Treasure. It was about the Presidents book of secrets and I thought, I want my own book of secrets. Then I thought, maybe I could just buy an empty book and write, "Book of Secrets" on it and hide it somewhere to give Leslie a thrill, because that's about all that would be in it. The good secrets are always about money, power, and lineage, and hey, I'm not hiding any of that stuff!!