Last weekend, we went with Gammy on a train ride!
Thomas and all if his friends were there, and Sir Topemhatt made Drake a Jr. Engineer.
To the Ladies and Gentleman at Good Sam who took care of our little man:
Thank you, thank you, thank you from the bottom of our hearts. Today, we have a two and a half year old full of boundless energy and spirit. He loves Thomas the Tank Engine and Jake & the Neverland Pirates. He says grace when I give him a Hershey’s kiss for going on the potty. He’s just learning to say, “I wub Mommy.”
He’s still in his night-night shoes for his left clubfoot. He’s in SMO’s now for his Hypotonia. He still struggles with weight gain and reflux. However, he loves to play outside. He loves to give hugs. He BEGS to go to his grandma and great-grandma’s house, or to call Nana and Papa on the iPad. He still loves to be held as he falls asleep. He still loves his NICU puppy dog quilt. He’s really excited to be visiting “Mickey’s house” next month and to wear his Jake costume.
We wanted to drop off a card, picture, and some goodies to you today, but Mommy had an early meeting at work. We will stop in later this week.
All Our Love,
I am so, so grateful for Dr. Ponseti and his Ponseti clubfoot treatment. It means that Drake has a chance of full foot correction without a lifetime of scars, surgery, and pain. There is always a chance even with strict following of treatment protocol that there can be relapse. It’s something that I’m sure all clubfoot/talipes parents live in fear of.
But, oh, that sigh. The huge heave of chest and shoulders that the little dude gives as he gives up resistance, holds tight to bubble puppy or Jake the pirate, and says “ok, nite shoes, mommy.”
That sigh. So sorry baby boy.
Oh a happy note. His Gammy is treating us to a week at her timeshare in Orlando next month. Yesterday, we hit the Disney store for the first time. It made me so excited to see his reaction to the actual park. He was running around. Peter Pan! Bucky! Jake! Mickey Mouse! Plane! It was freaking adorable. Mickey’s Not So Scary Halloween Party, we will see you in 3 weeks! I’ll be there with Jake and Capt Hook. I’m the Pirate Princess, of course!
Looking at those princess dresses makes me super relieved to have a boy!
In two weeks, I will officially go back to full-time hours at work. By January, I will have completed enough Master’s level courses to try teaching my first class, so this fall I am receiving mentoring on instructional design and classroom management. In the midst of all of that excitement, Drake will be going to school full-time for the first time. Since February, he’s been going part-time 2 days a week while I go to the office. He’s been doing really well, so we feel he’s ready for more.
I am super from being a domestic goddess, and for someone who is home a majority of the week my household chores could probably have been done a little better. However, I have lots of memories of morning walks, coloring and finger painting, dancing to Choo-Choo train songs, turning a kiddie couch into a car, table forts, and couch snuggles for story time. We had random trips to the zoo just to ride the train, therapy visits from EI, and going to the park after nap time.
I know I will always treasure this 2.5 years at home. At first, it was to protect his preemie immune system. Then, it was to make sure we made the most of his Early Intervention and other therapies. Now it’s time for him to learn how to enjoy the company of other kids and following a classroom routine, and it’s time for mommy to resume working. My little guy isn’t a fan of following plans that aren’t his own.
When we were first in the NICU and for the first year home, prematurity, its effects, and my guilt were all-consuming. These days, I follow more clubfoot treatment groups on Facebook than preemie ones. As he grows, I worry whether I am using his “night-night” shoes optimally to give him the best chance of full correction. We’ve had several nights of “ouch hurts” and “nite shoes off” screaming lately in the wee hours which always make me nervous, but usually ends up coinciding with a growth spurt.
I will never, ever forget my fear when he stopped breathing after choking due to GERD two months after coming home. The fear in the paramedic’s eyes on the ambulance ride to Children’s when he realized he didn’t have a mask small enough. Those memories are being supplanted by the sight of an excited two year old boy on a ferry ride or the thrill he has when he spots a train on a bridge.
We aren’t done dealing with the effects of prematurity. We’ve just been very lucky. He will probably always wear AFO’s for low muscle tone and weak ankles. We’re still pushing to get an MRI because he’s still showing some weakness on the left side versus the right that concerns his PT. But all in all, life is pretty sweet these days and thankfulness has finally overtaken fear.
Last night, I rocked D while he slept fitfully in 20 minute increments in between boits of screaming not crying and temperature spikes. This morning our pediatrician handed down the verdict, our first double ear infection.
While we were there, I had his blood checked, too. He’s just been lethargic and off for a bit, and yep his iron count is a on the low end of normal. We’re going to try a new vitamin and have a follow up.
We’ve now entered “mean” stage. My sweet baby is now a toddler who likes to slap and kick his frustrations. So far time outs to chill and learning to apologize are working.
This has been an awesome summer. I have finished my summer term of school, so I have 9 hours of my 34 for my masters completed. I have been asking this question a lot though… Where did this TALL kid come from?
We had some firsts this week like learning to fish! And we like to spend Friday nights playing at Toys R Us.
Big family weddings, moving up to the 2 year old room, zoo trips, and back yard fun. Yay SUMMER! Mommy finished her first class and Daddy starts a new promotion next month.
For Father’s Day,we took daddy to Slamology 2014 in Indy and spent the day looking at custom cars and trucks.
This Friday is our new IFSP and goal setting and we already have to meet with the school system! Hard to believe we’re at 28 months already.
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