Sunday, August 24, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
This is nothing knew. Note the name of my blog...I am happy to report he no longer turns purple. It only lasted about 5 weeks. The doctors were in consensus (after extensive testing): It just happens like that sometimes. A vascular reaction to a virus. Suuuure it does. I think they just made that up.
Fast forward to the next round of oddities. Colin goes in for a check up and I point out a bump on his back that's been there for a while. The ped pokes, prods and pours over this hump. She screws up her eyebrows and declares, "I don't know what that is but I'm going to order an ultrasound." Yeah!!! At least we maxed our testing copays for the year so it won't cost anything! He goes in for his ultrasound and turns out his hump is a cavernous hemangioma. Its pretty much the same thing as a strawberry birthmark except its all secret and cavernous so its flesh toned. The end result...we'll just wait and watch. Naturally, something weird that requires testing but no treatment because he's *special* like that.
Meanwhile its summer in St Louis. That means there are mosquitoes. Those little bastards are everywhere...or so it seems if you look at Colin's skin. Even with bug spray he will get bitten up...no one else, just Colin. This week Colin goes out, with bug spray, and gets about 5 bites. Two on his face, one on his leg, one on a hand and one on a foot. He gets the usual welts on his face and leg and you don't really notice the hand and foot ones. The next morning he gets up and his whole hand is swollen and bruised. His foot is so fat he can't wear shoes. Poor guy looks so abused, but this is nothing too terribly new. Its happened before, swollen hand and shoeless feet. Benedryl didn't seem to help in the past, but it would go down on its own by the next day. Then you could see the bites. Something about the hands and feet make him have inappropriate large reactions. ::shrug::
Well, since nothing can be easy with Colin, his hand and foot stay swollen and discolored for two full days. I make a call into the ped's office and go back and forth with the nurse. I get a new set of instructions for benedryl usage and the bruising is somewhat worrisome. You shouldn't get bruised from swelling. I have images of subcutaneous skin infections from rabid mosquitoes, then the ped's office calls back. The nurse says, "Well, we aren't too concerned with the discoloration since he's already had a history of crazy skin color reactions to things with the 5th Disease."
Nice. My kid has been labelled as a skin reaction freak. He's got a check mark in his charts saying, "Yeah this kid is just weird. Don't be alarmed."
I'm happy to say that his swelling and discolored appendages have gotten better. He still looks like he's got chicken pox or some other unsightly rash b/c his bug bites last for a month or more, but he is wearing shoes again. Hopefully the mosquitoes will all die soon or he can at least start wearing pants to cover his pox marked legs. At least when he actually had chicken pox they went away within the week. I think until it gets cold out he's just going to remain that poor abused child. Hopefully CPS doesn't show up at our doorstep....
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
They each have their own way of going about it. Raph is more subtle and suave. He will start by hugging my waist then slowly stretch his arms up and then have both hands on my boobs and 'tune in Tokyo'. Its slightly horrifying. Or if you are snuggled up he will just start rubbing them absent mindedly. Colin on the other hand is about as smooth as a gravel road. He just grabs the neck of my shirt and yanks it down with one hand and rams the other hand down my shirt and flops it around like a fish out of water. Their individual methods are indicative of their personalities in general. Raph is soft and sweet, Colin's just a violent brute.
This is nothing new either. Once Raph was a baby and sitting on my lap during Mass. He was facing me and as I described earlier...started to 'tune in Tokyo' and says, 'DADDY'S!' Loudly. And in Mass. Mike said, "Yes that's right." Um NOOO they are MINE! My boys might have gotten to borrow them for a while but they have always been MINE. All mine. Maybe I did just breastfeed them too long. 14 months doesn't seem that long but the long term effects have yet to be determined...I'll have to ask their future brides.
Anyway, onto diving. Have you heard? The Olympics are on. Its this little sporting event that makes the average American an expert in all manner of sports. My office talked about swimming and diving and gymnastics for all total a couple of hours yesterday. And everyone has an expert opinion on the matter. We did all agree that the woman shot putter (is that a word?) seemed, um, shall we say, beastly?
At home we watched some of the Olympics. The synchronized diving was on. Raph had never seen diving before but he was impressed. "OOOOOHHHHH. LOOK at that! I want to do that! Can I do that!?" He was sort of bouncing on the couch standing up. I worried that he wanted to do it right then, but he never jumped. I told him that yes, when he's older he could try diving if he wanted to. He was all happy bouncing on the couch and then went straight faced, "Do I have to wear a swimsuit like that?" Ah yes, even my 4 year old thinks a man in a speedo is a very bad thing. Mike jumped in and said, "No you NEVER have to wear a swimsuit like that. Ever." Raph perked up and resumed his bouncing and cheering for the jumping man-boys on TV.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Colin is surprisingly docile for this diaper change. I think he was just confused as to WHY Raph was taking his pants off. After a few false starts undoing the tabs Raph gets the diaper off. Colin squeals and kicks with delight.
Raph struggles to get a diaper under Colin's butt b/c of all the kicking and laughing (by both boys and parents). He finally gets the diaper fastened then the real chore begins...putting the pants back on. With midget wrestling in full swing it would have been better to take a movie than a picture but I didn't dare switch modes lest I miss something. Raph got a little bit of education and we got a whole lotta entertainment out of just one little diaper change.