Sunday, March 29, 2009

Getting Better

I'm happy to report that Lucy is recovering rapidly and will soon be back to her old self! She kept all her medicine down and was able to get out of bed today. It was wonderful! I think she'll be back to school on Friday. Yay!

Saturday, March 28, 2009

At Home

The past two days have been tough. Lucy's a trooper despite being in a lot of pain. She needs someone by her side nearly constantly, so we are doing our best to be there for her. Juggling all three kiddos has never been harder.

You won't see any of the hospital pictures because it just wasn't pretty. She looked miserable, with a bloody nose and mouth and in so much pain. After waking up in recovery she became hysterical so they gave her fentanyl, which knocked her out for a half hour, and then they had to repeat this cycle two more times. The first thing she said once she was able to speak was, "I want to go home!" Every time I look at her I keep seeing the same sad little face that we all saw last year and it's just awful.

Let's hope this is the last surgery ever. For now we just try to keep her comfortable despite the setbacks with vomiting and not being able to keep the pain meds down today. We are hoping her tummy troubles get better tomorrow so she can have some relief.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Surgery, Pig Tails and Self Feeding

Lucy's having her tonsillectomy and adenoidectomy tomorrow morning. We spent today having fun before all that takes place. Here she is after going crazy with the tape and taping all manner of things to her shirt (lollipop, whistles, toy trucks). Such a silly girl.

Annabel just after her nap, all rosy cheeks and pig tails. She is so cute these days!

Sammy is feeding himself now. He gags on everything but Gerber Puffs so we stick to those (and they stick to him!).

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Overheard at Our House

Here are a few things I've heard at out house lately:

Linda: "OK, time to go! Let's get our shoes on everyone!"
Lucy: "Does Sammy have his shoes on?"
Linda: "No, he doesn't really need shoes until he walks."
Lucy: "When he crawls will he need mittens?"


Lucy has a favorite baby doll named Leah. Lately she's been dressing her in all the little outfits that we have for babies. She found a bonnet for her but needed help latching the chinstrap.
Lucy: "Mama, could you put Leah's 'vomit' on?"

Friday, March 13, 2009

A Few Things

I miss how Lucy used to refer to herself in the third person. "Lucy is going to draw a picture now." Or "Lucy doesn't like peas." It was adorable and it was shortlived (she dropped it completely by her 4th birthday) though I remember at the time wondering if she would always refer to herself in the third person, as Elmo does, for instance. Elmo will always be 3 1/2 years old. Lucky little monster. Luckier little monster parents.

We found out yesterday at our ENT (ear, nose and throat) doctor's appointment that Lucy's airway is extremely narrow because of the massive size of her adenoids and tonsils. It's causing the snoring and sleep apnea that I've been worrying about, so she will have her adenoids and tonsils removed in a few weeks. I hope it improves her breathing and that she can get a better night's sleep. Poor girl has to endure another medical misfortune, yet this pales in comparison to her open-heart surgery. She'll be just fine.

Also, this week I registered her for kindergarten. *THUD* That was the sound of a young (hee!) mother fainting because her baby girl has nearly grown into a school-aged child. Where does the time go? It's rushing past me and I cannot seem to collect all the moments together to make enough memories.

Lucy at swimming class:

She's very artistic these days. Our family, including the cats:

A sunny day:

Annabel is going through a really cute phase. During circle time at Mommy & Me class she sings in a high falsetto and it cracks me up. I love her little voice. She's got an independent streak going now. Today at class I was feeding Sammy a jar of baby food and she called out that she was going to go wash her hands, and then walked into the washroom. I followed her in with the spoon and baby food in hand so that I could help, and she turned to me and said, "I all right, Mama. It's OK; you just go feed Sammy now." So much for assisting my toddler with a little handwashing! I didn't let the door hit me on the way out.

She's talking up a storm now. She has all sorts of interesting 2-year-old observations. I've drawn a blank now (see what I mean about not being able to collect all the memories?), but I'll try to start writing her musings down and post them as they come.

This is the funniest thing: she currently likes to stand in high places (chairs, stools, couches, tables, bleachers) and sing, "Look at me. I'm celery. Tall and green and crunchy!" (From Olivia.) She's such a joy!

At swimming class:

Singing the celery song:

Sammy sits now. He stays upright for a few minutes at a time, and then topples over and rolls from one end of the room to the other and back, mouthing the baby toys that he finds along the way. He also drinks from a sippy cup (and has for about a month). Wow! The girls didn't do so until at least 9 months old. He's a sweet baby. Honestly, we are lucky to have such a delightful and, dare I say it, "easy" baby for our final go around. Once he's sleeping through the night all will be perfect in babyland.