11.21.2003
herni-ation
oh boy oh boy .... baby ry had a doc appt last week which was the standard "he's doing fine type" thing until the last five minutes when the doc looks into his diaper and sees something, looks over at me- he has a hernia.
her·ni·a (hûrn-eahhh) noun
The protrusion of an organ or other bodily structure through the wall that normally contains it; a rupture.
Yikers.... we rush over to Stanford and spend three hours there with an ultrasound where Ryan proceeded to pee on everything three times, including the ultrasound technician, then all three of us fall asleep in the exam room waiting for the resident nurse practicioner who tells us it's not a hernia but a hydrocele - a pocket of fluid in his groin area that should - should - go away on its own within a year.
Wow, that was something. Rollercoaster emotions! Your entire perspective changes in the blink of an eye when the pediatrician says there's something wrong. And then in the rushing around to try to take care of this little person you realize YOU ARE IT.
You are the only one who can watch over the little guy and grow him right. Thank God, thank GOD that Bobby and I are in it together. I give major props to women who go it alone, but geez louise I can't even begin to imagine how they do it. Yikes yikes yikes.
Our latest example of this was yesterday with the diaper rhumba. So we have discovered the magical bouncer seat. Let me tell you every single battery that thing eats up is totally worth it! So Baby Ry was rumbling happily in his chair as we were getting ready to go out.
And yes, in general it is far far easier to stay home than to get that kiddie and all his gear ready to go out.
But we were off and Bobby picked him up off the bouncer and felt his side which was damp. Oh no, when we looked it wasn't just damp, it was dark. Ryan had somehow shimmied his bottom out of his diaper so that the poop was almost completely deposited on his onesie and his (very cute) green and teal jammies. But it's not like the diaper was off. No it was completely on his body, it just didn't somehow catch the poop.
Oh geez. So we race him over to the changing table, and proceed to figure out how to get everything off of him without getting poop everywhere. Bob's ingenious high tech solution? Newspaper. YUP. We plunked Ryan down on top of some newspaper and slid his clothes off. Bobby mops up the poop, I rinse his clothes and the kid is happy as a clam.
Ahhhhh team poop.
her·ni·a (hûrn-eahhh) noun
The protrusion of an organ or other bodily structure through the wall that normally contains it; a rupture.
Yikers.... we rush over to Stanford and spend three hours there with an ultrasound where Ryan proceeded to pee on everything three times, including the ultrasound technician, then all three of us fall asleep in the exam room waiting for the resident nurse practicioner who tells us it's not a hernia but a hydrocele - a pocket of fluid in his groin area that should - should - go away on its own within a year.
Wow, that was something. Rollercoaster emotions! Your entire perspective changes in the blink of an eye when the pediatrician says there's something wrong. And then in the rushing around to try to take care of this little person you realize YOU ARE IT.
You are the only one who can watch over the little guy and grow him right. Thank God, thank GOD that Bobby and I are in it together. I give major props to women who go it alone, but geez louise I can't even begin to imagine how they do it. Yikes yikes yikes.
Our latest example of this was yesterday with the diaper rhumba. So we have discovered the magical bouncer seat. Let me tell you every single battery that thing eats up is totally worth it! So Baby Ry was rumbling happily in his chair as we were getting ready to go out.
And yes, in general it is far far easier to stay home than to get that kiddie and all his gear ready to go out.
But we were off and Bobby picked him up off the bouncer and felt his side which was damp. Oh no, when we looked it wasn't just damp, it was dark. Ryan had somehow shimmied his bottom out of his diaper so that the poop was almost completely deposited on his onesie and his (very cute) green and teal jammies. But it's not like the diaper was off. No it was completely on his body, it just didn't somehow catch the poop.
Oh geez. So we race him over to the changing table, and proceed to figure out how to get everything off of him without getting poop everywhere. Bob's ingenious high tech solution? Newspaper. YUP. We plunked Ryan down on top of some newspaper and slid his clothes off. Bobby mops up the poop, I rinse his clothes and the kid is happy as a clam.
Ahhhhh team poop.
11.11.2003
unifinished post from last week ....
Two cute moments today: lying in between Bobby and the baby looking at each of their faces in turn and feeling pleased as punch that these two boys are mine, mine, mine. It's so funny cuz they so look alike.
The other moment was just a few minutes ago just before Ryan woke up. I looked up from my blog surfing and saw my lil doggy curled up on a pillow, and baby tucked into his co-sleeper so peacefully. Then he woke up slowly without his customary bellow. And that's the best. His eyes look so introspective and thoughtful. He's just blinking around and gazing upwards as is his style.
Sometimes it's a bit of a game, not like I'm playing with him, but just to see how long he can go without yelling his head off before he needs to be fed/picked up/changed/burped/etc. Being a mommy is nuts.
On the one hand you're still YOU, on another you're a mom and someone is totally dependent not just on you taking action, but thinking constantly one step ahead to make sure everything is ready when you need it.
The other moment was just a few minutes ago just before Ryan woke up. I looked up from my blog surfing and saw my lil doggy curled up on a pillow, and baby tucked into his co-sleeper so peacefully. Then he woke up slowly without his customary bellow. And that's the best. His eyes look so introspective and thoughtful. He's just blinking around and gazing upwards as is his style.
Sometimes it's a bit of a game, not like I'm playing with him, but just to see how long he can go without yelling his head off before he needs to be fed/picked up/changed/burped/etc. Being a mommy is nuts.
On the one hand you're still YOU, on another you're a mom and someone is totally dependent not just on you taking action, but thinking constantly one step ahead to make sure everything is ready when you need it.
