The Pain in my Neck…

It’s not the kids or the husband…or maybe it is…I don’t know.

It started two or three weeks ago…I slept wrong, woke up with a crick in my neck. Since then it has slowly started to grow…and get worse…to the point of me waking up today, so bad that I sent DH to get bengay and he spent the afternoon rubbing my neck with the stuff. I had to back out of going ot a Halloween party (not terribly upset about that…I dont’ care for costume parties)…and push him out the door to go. Now I sit in quiet (yay for quiet), suffering a bit. Sitting here hurts, so I am keeping the post short.

I may not post at all tomorrow…but I’ll be back Monday for at least a short post!

P.S. At that time I will be posting about something that REALLY gets under my skin (and the related something that I’m a HUGE advocate of – Early Intervention)

Bumbo Recall

Over 1 million Bumbo Seats recalled!

Basically these Bumbo seats are being recalled because of a handful of stupid people that put their babies in these seats in high places. Babies, curious in nature, lean over and fall down…several have ended up with skull fractures.

So, in essence…bumbo seat – GOOD…people – BAD.

So, millions of children that have foudn relief from reflux thanks to these seats will be robbed of such goodness because of a few people that didn’t think before placing their Bumbo seats at a height.

Full calendar

We had peace and quiet for two months. Now our calendar is filling again. REgular CF Clinic appointments, well-baby checkups, and the like are always present. Now our appointment with the Orthopaedic is set for Dec. 4th, and K also has a feeding study scheduled for next Thursday.

We did attempt to feed her solid foods again this weekend, just to see if she’s managed to improve again. It was a dismal failure. After ten bites/swallows…she started reacting as she always does. Now we just have to hope that she displays this for the Speech Pathologist(s) at the hospital next week. The OT is making notes of her observations so that I can take them with me as well.

Later today…a post about RSS.

“You’re a bad girl!”

K just shocked the you-know-what out of Erik and I tonight!!!

I got them up to eat and she threw a holy fit, refusing her new sippy cup and throwing herself down on the couch, etc. So, Erik took her and put her in bed. The In-laws called and we chatted for a bit, I transferred K’s milk from sippy to bottle…and we got her back up.

She was all smiles, saying before I even got her out of the bedroom, “Daddy…Daddy…DAAD.” (she never says Mama, mind you 😉 ) Anyway…she eats and starts playing…

She starts taking a DVD case off the end table. I tell her no and put it back. She goes to take it again, I take it from her hands and tap them lightly with the case and say “No…Bad.”

Erik pipes up and says, “You’re a bad girl!”

Clear as day, she says, “No I’m not”. We just busted out laughing….and then not three minutes later she walks up to Molly, whom had taken the Dora K had been playing with and in a string of words said, “No *babble* Dora mine…BAD!”

*giggle* She’s amazing, I tell you what!

A GREAT pediatrician

I’ve learned over the past ten years that a great pediatrician makes ALL the difference. A poor one, one you don’t trust, and a down-right indifferent one…well, it makes all of life miserable.

When my son was born I found a GREAT one…in Virginia. Six months later we moved. Found a ‘good-slightly indifferent’ one in Maryland, that was actually a GP. Then we found a great group of peds…but ended up moving a few months later again. Came here, found a LOUSY group of peds…then what I thought was a great ped, that became indifferent over the course of four years until I actually stopped trusting him.

Now we have a GREAT pediatrician. We, quite literally, found her by accident. We’d planned on going with a highly reccommended ped…that wasn’t affiliated with our local hospital. He reccommended a local ped for when K was born, and we’d transfer to him. Then, hubby’s work changed insurance, and we learned that the ped we wanted wasn’t in network, and didn’t take medicaid. So, when K was born, I asked for the ped I thought he’d reccommended, and got the wrong one. We were discharged, but K was still pretty jaundiced. When she didn’t clear up right away we called the ped we’d seen in the hospital, but it was her day off…so we went with her partner, just to get in.

Turns out her partner is the perfect pediatrician 😀 She took our insurance (the one we saw in the hospital didn’t), and medicaid…and was just the nicest person ever.

Since then she’s been incredible. She’s spotted the issues we sometimes haven’t wanted to see…she’s pushed when we needed pushed, and stepped back when we wanted to wait. She does things TODAY, not next week. When we call and say “The PT wants a referral to an ortho”, she calls me same day to find out details…and then calls the PT same day to get more details.

Having the pediatrician that we have now has meant finding the diagnoses for our kids that we wouldn’t have had this soon otherwise. For all that I complain about “hurry up and wait”…our ped is never the cause if she can help it! She’ll see me anytime I have questions…and has even called “just to check in” on the girls and see how they’re doing!!!!

A Mom’s Bloody Nose…

It’s my fault. I admit it. But, I haven’t had a bloody nose for quite some time (I think I was maybe 10 the last time I had one). Tonight I got a mom version of a bloody nose.

Molly and I were rough-housing…just goofing off on the couch. It’s her newest thing, she likes to hit me…and so to keep her from getting smacking me in the face (NO is very ineffective), she gets tackled to the couch and tickled. It keeps her from jumping on me, and we both get a good giggle out of it…and it has the wonderful effect of tiring her out.

Well, in the course of playing I learned a valuable lesson…

Molly’s fingers are the perfect size to go right up my nose.

Yup…it hurt, and scratched/damaged the inside. It was bleeding pretty good, and I was in pain for about 30 minutes…I’m still rather uncomfortable about 90 minutes later.

Needless to say, I’ll be much more careful next time we’re roughhousing.