Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Colin would only wear a costume if it came with weaponry. I think Charleton Heston is his president. He even put down his pumpkin and shot some people after they gave him candy...smart to shoot AFTER they handed over the goods.
The boys enjoyed full, heavy pumpkins, being recognised for their costumes and watching people use a potato gun. What more could you ask for!? We enjoyed short distances, flat sidewalks, few cars and a bonfire with beer. Its a win-win situation if you ask me.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
At her doctor's appt the ped asked, "Now which one had purple arms before? Colin?" Yep that was Colin. We discussed how hers are different: She doesn't have a purple farmer's tan, she hasn't been sick and its just weirder. Stumped she tells me, "That's just weird. Honestly I wouldn't even know what to test. I'm going to call a doctor I know at Children's and ask him. He knows lots of weird stuff about weird stuff. She's an enigma."
All we know is that her heart sounds fine, her chest xrays from the NICU showed a normal sized heart, she's perfectly happy and normal in every other way but just turns a lovely shade of purple now and then. Paging Dr. House, we need your assistance.
Edit: We have a diagnosis. The helpful doctors in the Diagnostic Center at Children's talked to my ped. It seems Heidi has a benign condition that is a spasm of the vascular system. It seems her blood vessels to constrict and that makes her skin look purple. It resolves itself pretty quickly so its not a big deal and she will outgrow it. We just need to make sure she doesn't get cold (duh) and call them if something changes. The doctors said its more common in babies that were born early though they have no idea why its just now presenting itself. I think she just REALLY wanted to be part of the blog in the truest sense. So there you have it, she's just fancy and likes purple. My ped said she felt like it had to be something minor since she's just a normal, healthy, fat baby but couldn't just ignore it without consulting another doctor. I like when doctors are willing to admit that they don't know everything and seek the opinions of their peers until they can come up with an answer. For this I am grateful and feel that much more confident in her abilities as a doctor.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Raph on his baptism day
Colin on his baptism day being held by his great-grandma and the original owner of the gown
Heidi on her baptism day and wearing the bonnet reserved for the girls in the family
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Meanwhile back on the home front, Colin is an only child. Once he got over the initial blow of being left behind he started to see the benefits of being the only kid in the house. He has been so snugly and sweet and fully enjoying our undivided attention. He does ask every day where Nana and Raph are but only in a fact finding mission, not in a real worried kind of way. He's taken up residence in Raph's seat at the dinner table, gets to read Elmo and Eric Carl books all day, and gets to pick which cartoons are on TV. Ahhh the good life.
I will say this is a nice calm before the storm. Raph comes home today and I will resume my roll as a very pregnant mother of 2 boys. Next week I go back to my doctor and assuming things have remained static I will breath another sigh of relief...if not I will panic and eat mass quantities of ice cream. I've already turned in my official letter of resignation at work and now I have an end in sight. I realized yesterday that I will only have, at most, FIVE more butt shots left! That's just one little vial! Yippee!! Sometimes its the little things. See, that is so not everyone else's normal. I'm excited at the prospect of *only* five more shots to the rear. I think Mike will miss those shots...
Friday, July 10, 2009
Here I am at 30 weeks, hoping for 6 more sporting technicolor limbs. Good times. I keep repeating to myself, 'boring is good. boring is good. boring is good.....' Maybe it will sink in, just maybe.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Raph's first meeting with Colin. The nurses let him touch Colin's feet in a mess of wires.
Once when I had a doctors appointment and I had Colin with me who was 8 months old. Since we were at the hospital we stopped by the NICU to say 'Hi' to the nurses and show him how well he was doing. It seemed like a bust because I didn't really know any of the nurses that were working, save one. Then on my way out I saw a couple who had come from the NICU. I said Hi to them and asked if their baby was in the NICU. They said yes and their little girl was the exact gestational age as Colin and had similar problems. Colin was in a stroller playing with his feet and smiling at them. They both dropped to their knees when I told him that he had been in the exact same place 8 months prior. They started crying, on their knees smiling at Colin and holding his hands. They thanked me repeatedly for talking to them and giving them hope. The man hugged his wife and sort of whispered into her hair, "See, she's going to be just fine. She's going to be just like him some day. It will all be ok." Right then I knew that was my moment, that was what we were meant for. We were meant to be on that elevator, on that day, at that time to give that couple hope on their darkest day.
This was Colin at 8 months, around the same time that we saw couple in the hospital. Insidentally he's wearing the hat that was given to him in the NICU that was way to big for his tiny head at the time and had to be taped in the back so it would stay on.
Now, one of my dearest friends had her baby last week and he's struggling in the NICU. I got to talk to her on Saturday for a bit and she told me about her baby and how he was doing. I gave her a little advice, shared with her my experiences in a new light and we even laughed a bit. It felt good to be there for her even though I can't be *there* for her since she now lives in Ohio.
She sent me this email today: Has Marcella Jr. settled down yet? I'm thinking about you and your baby all the time. Also your advice and encouraging words have been helping me through my toughest moments and have really given me some perspective on this whole experience that no one else could give me. I'd be a lot worse off right now if it weren't for you.
That right there makes me want to cry. I was just being her friend but I helped her because of what I've been through. I don't feel like I've done any grand deed I was just talking to her for a few minutes. Its in moments like these that you gain a little perspective for yourself and your circumstance. It helps you to see the good in the bad...even if it is over 2 years later. I forget sometimes about Colin's beginnings. Looking at him now you would never know he was a struggling preemie. Now he's an active, healthy and mischievous 2 year old who sometimes makes me crazy but we are so very very lucky that he is the way he is.
Colin this past weekend with sprinkles on his face and enjoying life.
All that said, I'm content with one story to share and I'd be perfectly happy to have no more stories to share with anyone at any time. Got that baby? Stay put! And quit giving me gray hairs! A good colorist costs money!