I wasn't a perfect mom today. We spent the entire morning in front of the tv watching olympics instead of cleaning up. Tyler asked for a snack right after not finishing his breakfast and I gave it to him. The closest we got to playing outside was venturing into the garage for a bit of trike riding, which lasted 5 min. I let Tyler watch Curious George in the afternoon even though I had already let him far surpass his normal screen time in the morning. I didn't give Tyler his normal scheduled quiet time in his room, opting instead to let him play with a friend. I didn't do a single load of laundry.
Not a single timeout was given today.
Seems like we both needed to break the rules a bit today...
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
On the road again
I am going to start running again tonight. There. I posted it online which apparently stays out there forever so I'd BETTER be truthful.
The last time I ran was the official 5k run for the children's hospital (the whole reason I started running in the first place). I couldn't figure out why I was feeling so dizzy while running that week. It was only a few days after the race that I found out we were pregnant! 1st trimester kind of kicked my butt and running got demoted in priority in my life...ended up on the list next to wearing skinny jeans or staying awake past 9pm - not gonna happen.
I was actually really surprised how much I missed running while pregnant. Some days I felt like I was literally craving it. I'm now 6 weeks and 2 days postpartum and I keep hearing that 6 weeks is a good timeframe to wait before indulging in physical activity. I'll start slow and tell myself I'm doing it for the good of my body so I don't feel discouraged when I end up sucking wind and walking after the first 25 seconds. Not sure where this running thing will take me this time as I don't have a distance goal or a race deadline. Well I guess there's always the little baby weight issue that I could use as motivation... :)
So anyway. Tonight's the night!
The last time I ran was the official 5k run for the children's hospital (the whole reason I started running in the first place). I couldn't figure out why I was feeling so dizzy while running that week. It was only a few days after the race that I found out we were pregnant! 1st trimester kind of kicked my butt and running got demoted in priority in my life...ended up on the list next to wearing skinny jeans or staying awake past 9pm - not gonna happen.
I was actually really surprised how much I missed running while pregnant. Some days I felt like I was literally craving it. I'm now 6 weeks and 2 days postpartum and I keep hearing that 6 weeks is a good timeframe to wait before indulging in physical activity. I'll start slow and tell myself I'm doing it for the good of my body so I don't feel discouraged when I end up sucking wind and walking after the first 25 seconds. Not sure where this running thing will take me this time as I don't have a distance goal or a race deadline. Well I guess there's always the little baby weight issue that I could use as motivation... :)
So anyway. Tonight's the night!
Thursday, July 12, 2012
vacation needed
The last few weeks have not been fun. Well...maybe 'fun' isn't the right word, but not sure how else to phrase it.
When Logan was 3 weeks old, we had a routine visit with the midwife. During the visit she noticed that his breathing rate was really high...up around the 80 mark. Babies should breath between 40 and 60 times per minute, so this was not good. She listening to him for a long time and when the rate didn't drop, she told me to wait until he was asleep, check again, and if it hadn't changed take him to emergency.
Um...de ja vu. Tyler was 3 weeks when we were encouraged to do the exact same thing.
Needless to say, I felt pretty panicky. I waited until he was alseep, counted his breathing again and again, and came up with around 80 each time. Called my mom to watch Tyler, called Mitch, and off to emergency we went. They were great in peds, and as soon as they heard that we already had a child with heart problems they sent Logan through the big tests - hooking him up to oxygen, monitoring heart, chest x-ray, etc. It felt like a night mare. This was not something I ever wanted to repeat. A few hours in, they determined that he had fluid in his lungs (probably from birth) and this could be causing the fast breathing. They said it would likely clear up, no need to be worried, but to come back to emergency tomorrow for followup. After going back the next day we heard the same thing - could be an erratic breather, could be from fluid, actually not quite sure, but go home, it'll clear up, and he'll be fine.
Now at this same time we had also noticed something else that we were concerned about. Logan was born with a sacral dimple at the base of his spine. This can be nothing, and it can also be a sign of spina bifida. We were scheduled in for an ultrasound to check into it.
A week after our trip to emerg, Logan's breathing rate still hadn't gone down. After all our issues with Tyler and assuming at the beginning that nothing was actually wrong, I really didn't want to take that chance with Logan. We were referred to a pediatrician and went to see her the next day. She took a look at Logan and suggested that we go for a cardio appointment, and possibly another chest xray.
We were able to get into cardio the next day (again, likely because of Tyler's history). Praise the Lord, it came back clear. The next day we went back to the hospital for the ultrasound. The pediatrician had also noticed some other suspicious signs pointing towards spina bifida so I did not go into the appointment feeling confident. The appointment itself did nothing to ease my worry as they spoke in hushed tones, couldn't tell me anything about what they saw, and then proceeded to make us wait 9 days for the results. Apparently the results got lost somewhere and had to be re-requested.
Those nine days wore terrible. We looked at Logan with no idea if he was healthy. We didn't feel like we had the energy to handle another sick child.
This past friday we got the phone call that he's all clear. Praise the Lord. I have spent the last 3 weeks in a pretty constant state of worry. It seems that his breathing rate has gone down, though we still have nothing confirmed as to what was really going on. His dimple and other possible signs are all harmless. Deep breath.
This week has been BLAZING hot here and without AC, we've been forced out of our house and over to Mitch's parent's place where there is a wonderful backyard, kids' pool, and AC. It has been a really good time of relaxing, regrouping, and rest. So thankful for madatory stillness. It's been needed for all of us. Mitch's mom has been cooking for us, giving me a hand with the boys, and just being good support.
So today I reflect again on what I'm thankful for. Beautiful HEALTHY boys, great family, a rock of a husband who walks beside me, wonderful hot weather, and a gracious God who will not give us more than we can stand.
When Logan was 3 weeks old, we had a routine visit with the midwife. During the visit she noticed that his breathing rate was really high...up around the 80 mark. Babies should breath between 40 and 60 times per minute, so this was not good. She listening to him for a long time and when the rate didn't drop, she told me to wait until he was asleep, check again, and if it hadn't changed take him to emergency.
Um...de ja vu. Tyler was 3 weeks when we were encouraged to do the exact same thing.
Needless to say, I felt pretty panicky. I waited until he was alseep, counted his breathing again and again, and came up with around 80 each time. Called my mom to watch Tyler, called Mitch, and off to emergency we went. They were great in peds, and as soon as they heard that we already had a child with heart problems they sent Logan through the big tests - hooking him up to oxygen, monitoring heart, chest x-ray, etc. It felt like a night mare. This was not something I ever wanted to repeat. A few hours in, they determined that he had fluid in his lungs (probably from birth) and this could be causing the fast breathing. They said it would likely clear up, no need to be worried, but to come back to emergency tomorrow for followup. After going back the next day we heard the same thing - could be an erratic breather, could be from fluid, actually not quite sure, but go home, it'll clear up, and he'll be fine.
Now at this same time we had also noticed something else that we were concerned about. Logan was born with a sacral dimple at the base of his spine. This can be nothing, and it can also be a sign of spina bifida. We were scheduled in for an ultrasound to check into it.
A week after our trip to emerg, Logan's breathing rate still hadn't gone down. After all our issues with Tyler and assuming at the beginning that nothing was actually wrong, I really didn't want to take that chance with Logan. We were referred to a pediatrician and went to see her the next day. She took a look at Logan and suggested that we go for a cardio appointment, and possibly another chest xray.
We were able to get into cardio the next day (again, likely because of Tyler's history). Praise the Lord, it came back clear. The next day we went back to the hospital for the ultrasound. The pediatrician had also noticed some other suspicious signs pointing towards spina bifida so I did not go into the appointment feeling confident. The appointment itself did nothing to ease my worry as they spoke in hushed tones, couldn't tell me anything about what they saw, and then proceeded to make us wait 9 days for the results. Apparently the results got lost somewhere and had to be re-requested.
Those nine days wore terrible. We looked at Logan with no idea if he was healthy. We didn't feel like we had the energy to handle another sick child.
This past friday we got the phone call that he's all clear. Praise the Lord. I have spent the last 3 weeks in a pretty constant state of worry. It seems that his breathing rate has gone down, though we still have nothing confirmed as to what was really going on. His dimple and other possible signs are all harmless. Deep breath.
This week has been BLAZING hot here and without AC, we've been forced out of our house and over to Mitch's parent's place where there is a wonderful backyard, kids' pool, and AC. It has been a really good time of relaxing, regrouping, and rest. So thankful for madatory stillness. It's been needed for all of us. Mitch's mom has been cooking for us, giving me a hand with the boys, and just being good support.
So today I reflect again on what I'm thankful for. Beautiful HEALTHY boys, great family, a rock of a husband who walks beside me, wonderful hot weather, and a gracious God who will not give us more than we can stand.
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