I'm starting this all over again. Sorry everyone. The other site I had set up wouldn't let me add all the stuff I wanted unless I paid. I like this better.
What's new, we had genetic counciling this week. Oh the joys of being in advanced maternal age. Actually it wasn't too bad. The woman we taked with did a much better job of taking our family histories as well as explaining things. My friend Jean was kind enough to watch Alex for us. I can just imagine the state I would have been in if we had to take him along. But he was happy he was going to play with his buddy Riley. "Gonna go see Riwe, gonna go see Riwe." Jean said he cried for about 30 seconds once he realized we left, then he was off again.We also had our nuchal trans ultrasound at this appointment. This kid is way different in personality than Alex. I remember when we had this type of u/s done with him. The tech got a little annoyed because he wouldn't hold still. He was spinning and moving, basically bouncing off the walls, the fact that it was making me laugh hadn't helped either. But they did get their measurements. This little bugaboo likes to hide on my lower right side. Was quiet as can be trying to hide behind my very full bladder. It did make is easy for the tech to get the nuchal measurements. She then had me empty my bladder hoping that would get the baby to move so she could get better looks. It did. The baby kicks and waves it's arms but basically stays in one spot.
I got more news today. I got a call from the genetic councilor yesterday afternoon. I remembered today and called her back. We knew the ultrasound was good. The results of my blood test came back. Looks like we can skip the anmio once more. The odds of either downs or chromosome damage has gone down to what would be normal for almost any pregnancy.Other than that I've had the normal for me heartburn and hormone filled pregnancy.
Let's see last week started like this.
Sunday I worked, so not much happened then. Monday I watched one of the other playgroup mom's little boy. She had a dentist appointment down in Towson, her husband couldn't take any more time off between the vacation they took and the stint she ended up in the hospital for pancreitis (?). Riley is a cutie. He's six month younger than Alex. What's funny is up until 6 weeks ago Alex didn't play with the train tracks. He'd take them apart everytime i set them up for him. Well now of course he is, he's also doing the sorting and lining stuff up thing. Riley is of course not to that stage yet, seeing as Alex just got there recently himself. So they're at the train table Alex is trying to run his trains over the hill, meanwhile Riley is taking them apart. Poor Alex was so frustrated he finally gave up and went into the lets dump everything on the floor mode.The next bit is kinda gross so skip it if you need to.I worked Monday night and the big thunderstorm came through about 8:30. Ken had already put Alex down for the night but heard him screaming at the top of his lungs. He things the storm scared him. Got him calm, told him what was happening and layed him back down. A little while later he heard him wimpering, so went back up so check on him, rubbed his back and talked to him again. Little bit later heard him wimpering again but when he got up there Alex was trying to get out of the crib. Ken picked him up and moments later he threw up all down Ken's back. Ken set him down stripped both their shirts off then took Alex to start a bath. Well while he was getting it ready Alex threw up again.Ken says he learned his lesson. If a kid throws up once, put him in the tub in case he need to throw up again, then start the water. So while Alex was in the tub he clean up, the floor in both the bathroom and the bedroom. Good thing that rug is going away by the weekend. All this info was given to me as I walked in the door at 10:30pm. I started a soak for all the puke covered items. Now the only times Alex has thrown up, once he got past the baby stage has been either when he's worked himself into a tizzy about something or when he's had a cold and the mucus gets swallowed and sits in his stomach. He he's had a cold for the last week. It had started clearing up a couple days ago so I stopped giving him the decongestant. We think this whole episode came about with a combo of both being really scared and the mucus. Ken said the vomit had that kind of consistancy.The next morning he was fine and very happy to have his blanket back, that was among the items needing washed. Tuesday was my appointment with the midwives so they could do a doppler, since it was a little early two weeks ago. It was not a good morning for me. Alex woke at 5am and wouldn't go back to sleep though I convinced him to let me get one more hour of sleep, kind of. This means between the scare last night and getting up early he only got 8 hours. So I had a cranky boy on my hands. He doesn't like the waiting room at my dr's office. Not sure why but for what ever reason as soon as we get there he keeps making a break for the door. Wresting with him is embarrassing to me, but I have to do it in this situation. Luckily there was only one other lady there sicne my appointment was so early. They called me in a couple minutes later and I have a kicking and screaming toddler in my arms. They of course want to weigh me, so I have to set him down. He tries to take off, I catch him again, hold his hand while they weight me. At this point I'm holding back tears, I'm so frustrated and embarrassed. As soon as we get into the exam room, he's fine. Happy as a clam. The nurse took my BP and my pulse, I'm trying to calm myself, and keep more tears from falling. Lynn, one of the midwives comes in a few minutes later. Take my BP again, it's now in normal range. We talk a little then she shakes her head looking at Alex and how happily he's playing. She asked about why he was so worked up before. I told her he hates your waiting room.
"Why? does he think it's for him?"
"I don't think so, the waiting room at the pediatrician's office has a small table and crayons, so he likes going there."
"Maybe that's why he doesn't like our waiting room. No crayons."
So she tries the doppler. She thought she heard a heartbeat but my stomach is loudly digesting my breakfast, so she can't get a good listen. Calls over to L&D talks to a nurse who's to give the midwife on duty there the message and sends me over for a quick sono, on their little machine. I do end up waiting a little bit but since we were in an exam room Alex was fine exploring and poking about. Ended up Karen (the other midwife) had gone into surgery for a C-section and it took longer than expected.She starts the sono and the baby is rolling and kicking. "That right there say heartbeat to me. If the baby is moving it must have a heartbeat." A few seconds later we can see the heart beating away. They didn't take a rate because this was just to confirm what Lynn thought she heard.Came home had lunch put Alex down for his nap early because he was rubbing his eyes. Striaghtened up, checked e-mail and vacuumed. Took my own nap. He had a nice three hours today but as usual he wakes up onry. I've given up trying to help him do stuff when he's like this because he won't let me show him the easy way, and starts taking things out of my hand and crying and pouting. With my hormones in an uproar already from the morning it was bringing me to tears again. After trying to put him tobed tonight we're convinced the storm must have scared him. He fought me every step of the way. Things he normally does with no fuss, like changing a diaper and putting on his pjs. Had to put him in the bath again to get things back on normal footing. So far so good he hasn't woken up yet. Of course there is no storm tonight.
Thursday my son was being insane. He finally fell asleep for his nap around two. I had put him down shortly after we got back from playgroup so around ten after 1:00. Twenty minutes later he's calling from his room. "Diarer chane, Diarer chane." He really did need a diaper change but he was a bit mad when I put him right back into his crib. I heard him talking for another 15 minutes or so. So he wakes up late at a little after 4pm. Cranky as all get out. (short nap, up early and woke several time during the night, so overtired) I carry him, his blanket, monkey, trains, and empty cup down the stairs. He starts screaming/crying halfway down the stairs. I get him to the family room set him and his stuff on the couch. He's still screaming. I figure he wants juice, so I fill the cup mostly with water and top it with a couple ounces of juice. Set it on the table next to him, then determine he's crying because he wants his shoes. Which I didn't carry down because I had more than enough in my hands. So I go get his shoes, come down sit next to him to put them on. He hasn't stopped crying this entire time.He jumps up runs to the frige pounds on it. "MiKKKKKK, mmmmmmmmiiiiikkkkkk"I get him a small cup of milk. He drops it. I pick the cup up put it on the table next to his booster seat, then turn to get some teddy grahams for him. The entire time he's standing there next to the table arms stretched out crying for his milk. I pick him up, put him in his chair. He grabs the cup, jumps down and runs to the other side of the room. Set down the cup and continues crying. (here's were I took the pictures). Then he sits down tries to open the guitar case get frustrated and fakes reaching for his milk cup. As soon as I sit down to try and calm him a bit, he grabs the cup and runs to the other side of the table. He proceeds to drop the cup twice. I just stare at him. Finally he's gotten close to the couch again. So I pick him up, set him on the couch, hand him his cup. He's calmed down to sniffling at this point. I put on his socks and shoes. He starts pulling on his left shoe, like he wants it off and the cryin starts all over. I take both his shoes off, thinking he's changed his mind about them. Then he starts crying "Shoe, shoe shoe" Huge sigh and put his right shoe on. That calms him down to sniffling once more. He drinks the milk , sips a little juice then goes back to the milk. Finally he sticks out his left foot and I'm now allowed to put the shoe on that foot. He finishes his drink gets up and goes to the train table. he's just a little nutty.
This brings us to this week.
Monday was not a good day. We went to the toddler music class. Alex was fine until I told him he couldn't have certain things because they weren't his. So he starts crying. I take him to the back of the room. Everyone starts singing he calms down, looks slightly interested. Then he makes for the door, so we go out in the hall. He then decides he wants to go back in but just stands in the door, fine with me, let him get used to things at his own pace. He slowly makes his way back into the room and even participates in a couple songs. Then suddenly he makes for the door. I let him back out into the hall, he then tries to go into another classroom. I tell him no he takes off. I catch him and try and make him sit and calm down. He takes off again, as I lift him the muscles in my lower back spasm because of course I didn't lift right, I'm trying to slow down an out of control child. It's very hard to reason with a kid when you're crying in pain. He does calm down we go back in get our stuff and go home. I can't take anything but tylenol, which is worthless. We get lunch and I get him off to a nap (luckily it was a three hour one.) Still in a great deal of pain I can't stand for very long, I can sit only with good back support, so going to work that night was not an option. I call in, then I call Ken and warn him. Then upstairs to bed and the heating pad. Ken put together some left overs for dinner. After we get Alex to bed I take a hot shower, which made me feel 10 times better than the heating pad. Came down lurked a bit online then went to bed, with a book and my heating pad.
It took until Friday to feel completely normal. I really am going to have to pay attention to how I lift stuff from now on. I don't want to deal with this as I get bigger .
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