Friday, July 5, 2013

7 Quick Takes: 7.5.13

I am laughing an evil condescending laugh in the face of any version of my previous self who ever uttered the words, "I'm SO busy!"

Wrong.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

Oh life.  It is eating me whole right now.  Not only have I not blogged for weeks, I also have not even turned on my computer or checked my email.  I don't not write for lack of material or out of laziness.  I assure you.

1.  And when you are busy out of your ever-lovin mind you may, for example, neglect to notice that your 20-month-old has a broken arm.  If you don't already follow me on Instagram or Facebook (why not?) yes, this really happened.

My dear sweet Katherine, who possesses a freakish amount of strength for someone her size, pulled herself up on her crib railing far enough to swing one leg over.  She then came tumbling down to the hardwoods below.  There was a long moment of extreme silence followed by the most terrible cries you can imagine.  My adrenaline was pumping as I raced up the stairs, three at a time, to comfort her.

Instantly I was checking her head, her collarbone, her ribs, I had her walk to and from me.  Everything looked fine.  She was crying so hard I thought perhaps she was scared or that she had the wind knocked out of her.  The last thing I thought of was her arm.  And the darndest thing about those one-and-a-half-year-olds is that they can't say, "Hey Mom, check out my arm.  It freakin' hurts like you wouldn't believe."

I finally put it together two days later when she was giggling in her chair at dinner but then yelped out of nowhere when I grabbed her arm.  Immediately my mind rewound the past two days and played out all the times she had been crabby for apparently no reason.  Probably because SHE HAD A BROKEN ARM.  Mom of the year, right here, folks.

The late-night urgent care visit revealed a fractured radius.  That was followed by a cast appointment the next day.  When the ortho specialist was studying her xrays from the night before she was oddly quiet and seemed to be taking a long time.

"Do you think it might not be broken?" I asked, hopeful.

"Oh no, it's definitely broken," she said, "It's just that I think the other bone (the ulna) might be broken as well."

After visiting the hand specialist we never did get a definitive answer but it doesn't matter.  Treatment remains the same. Cast through July 24.  She's handling it like a pro.  Except for the fact that we've discovered she's definitely a lefty thus making eating a little more frustrating than usual.
2. We went to St. Paul's fireworks display last night.  This a big deal.  The last time we attempted this we only had two kids.  But this is the way memories are made so we forged ahead.

We prepared ahead of time.  Naps were mandatory.  The kids were bathed and jammied up before we left.  We brought the double stroller and the Ergo so that only William had to walk from the car to the viewing area.  The weather was perfect.  Not too hot, not too cold and just the right amount of breeze to the keep the mosquitoes at bay.  When it was done we loaded the kids back up, easy peasy.

"Well that was kind of...hassle free?" Brian questioned in a surprise voice as we drove off.

It was really was.  What the heck?  Double our kid count and it just turns into an assembly line of ease, I guess.

3. Last week I hired a company and paid an obnoxious amount of money to have our windows and gutters professionally cleaned.  Worth every penny, I tell you.  It's like I'm living in a brand new house.  I can't even wait to pull up the blinds every morning and look at the sunshine through the beautiful streak-free glass and cobweb-free screens.

This screams happiness to me.  And also a little crazy, I know.

4.  Here's a recent picture of The Baby.
He has finally arrived at the glorious age of six months.  You all remember that it wasn't too long ago when I was writing about how I was aching to get through the newborn stage.

Although most babies become more independent sleepers and eaters at six months, Bobby balks at that idea.  I can't really tell if it's me or him.  I might complain but really, I haven't done a whole lot to force a resolution.  Maybe my subconscious is telling me something.  Is this it?  Is this my last baby?  I'm still unsure but I can't escape the signs that seem to be haunting me everywhere saying, "Hold on to this while you can!"  And so I do.

He has little to no interest in baby food.  And also little to no interest in spending more than three hours at a time in his own bed.  And so my boobs are still hard at work.  Also sleep deprivation is getting a little old.

One massively large improvement is bedtime.  For weeks we couldn't figure it out.  He would scream and scream and scream from 8-10 every night before finally giving in to sleep.  The answer?  He prefers to be a belly sleeper.  Amen, brother.  You go on and show those Back to Sleep campaigners how it's done.  (I'm not making fun.  There's lots of evidence to prove this method actually doesn't do anything to prevent SIDS.  Go on, Google it.)

We also have been known to co-sleep.  So, you know, daggers abound around every corner here.

But back to Bobby.  Cute.  Smiley.  Happy.  Two toofers.  Bald.  Chunky.  What's not to love?

5.  Brian has had a relaxed work schedule since Wednesday.  No coincidence that life has been pure bliss since Wednesday.  I have to keep reminding myself it's not even Saturday yet.  If only we could arrange our summer to be like this every day.

6.  A couple weeks ago we went to see a live performance by the Okee Dokee Brothers.  If you don't know who this is, do your kids a favor and buy their latest album now.  Great for kids and adults alike.  Anyway, my kids are obsessed.  Obsessed!  So when we saw them live it was like I could get a little glimpse into my crystal ball about what life will be like with  Lucy as a tween and whatever the hottest boy band will be at that time.  Scary.
7. And finally, I remembered to take my 4 on the 4th at 4:00 picture yesterday.  Total win.  Enjoy!

5 comments:

  1. The fact you got 4 kids to look at the camera at the same time is amazing. I can't get my one child to look at my camera!!

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  2. We found out that the St. Paul fireworks ARE a big deal with our first 4th at the new house. The Smith High Bridge was PACKED--we should charge for parking in our driveway next year! It was nice to walk half a block down and back for the fireworks, even if Gemma only watched the back of her eyelids from her Bjorn this time around.

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  3. Good read, but I'd have to disagree about the SIDS comment. What evidence do you speak of? I'm really curious as to your side of thinking.

    http://www.npr.org/2011/07/15/137859024/rethinking-sids-many-deaths-no-longer-a-mystery

    http://usatoday30.usatoday.com/news/health/wellness/story/2012-03-26/SIDS-is-down-but-back-sleeping-is-just-part-of-the-message/53782664/1

    -Nate

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    1. Hi Nate!
      Sorry it's taken so long for me to reply. My problem with the Back to Sleep campaign is that it is using no scientific evidence to prove it's doing anything. Only correlations and scare tactics are used. Because SIDS cases have decreased in recent decades it is convenient to say that the Back to Sleep campaign is the reason but correlation is not causation. This was lesson #1 in science class way back in 6th grade. If you Google Back to Sleep Scientific Evidence you'll get a bunch of scientific journal articles. I think this one does a nice job of laying out findings without all the medical jargon: http://naturaltothecore.wordpress.com/2013/02/14/revisiting-sids-and-back-sleeping-part-1/

      If there were no downsides to back sleeping I probably wouldn't question it. But flat head syndrome as well as acid reflux are both on the rise and associated with back sleeping. Truth be told, I let my babies sleep in whatever position they seem to sleep the longest. Sometimes that's their back, sometimes their side, sometimes it's their back.

      All that said, it should be noted that I break a lot of rules and/or parenting advice when there is little to no scientific evidence. I give my kids full vaccines contrary to recent public outcry because I have yet to see any evidence that outweighs the good from the bad. I let my babies cosleep with me. I also gave my kids all the forbidden food (eggs, peanuts, etc.) before they were the advised age. (AAP has since changed their advice on this.) So it's fair to say I march to the beat of my own mama drum.

      Every family has to do what is best for them. My only hope is that parents make INFORMED decisions and don't cave to scare tactics.

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    2. *Second paragraph, last sentence should say "sometimes that's their stomach." :) Sleep deprived...

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