This evening, while I was giving Sam a bath he started laugh. We have had tons of smiles from him, but this was his first true giggle/laugh. It was one of the best sounds I have ever heard! I was able to catch a bit of it on camera. He was, of course, was doing it better before I got the camera out. The video is a little shaky-I had a 2-year old trying to help me.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Surgery for Sam
Disclaimer: One day, years from now, my son will not appreciate the subject of this post. Sam-I'm sorry to discuss you man parts on the World Wide Web, but I can not tell the stories of your 'adventures' without including this one. Please forgive me. Love, Mom.
Sam was born with a short foreskin. While this means nothing in our day-to-day life, it did mean that he couldn't have a traditional circumcision in the hospital and would have to have it done by a surgeon at around 6-months. I have been worrying about this procedure since the moment I found out he would have to have it--which was, literally, about 2 minutes after he was born. I asked Rob a hundred times if we could not do it or wait until he was like 15 to have it done. He said "No." Being as I don't have man parts, I guess I should follow his lead on this one.
We had our appointment on Tuesday with a General Surgeon; I had been looking forward to this appointment for a while so that I could get some questions answered and decide how freaked out I needed to be. Lets just say the appointment was less than stellar. The surgeon was an ass. He had zero bed-side manner. Zero.
It began by him asking why we were there, so I told him. He then examined Sam and followed with his 5 second explanation of the surgery, it went something like this: "There is a 1 in 100 chance he could end up with an infection or scaring. If you want to do it we can schedule now or you can come back to schedule later. Any questions?" Seriously? Yes, I have questions. When I asked him about what type of anesthesia would be used, he said: "General. You'll see the anesthesiologist the morning of surgery." When I asked what the complications were he said: "I already explained them to you" (Oh, that's what that was!) "As far as complications from anesthesia-you'll meet with the anesthesiologist the day of surgery." I guess that ended our question and answer portion of the program. As he left he room, to send in his scheduler, Rob said, "I don't like him." I didn't either.
I realize that in the grand scheme of things, this surgery is not a big deal. I felt blessed sitting in the waiting room--blessed that there were no tubes attached to my son, that he wasn't in a wheelchair, that he was happy and smiling. I count my blessings everyday that I have happy, healthy children. Especially in the last few weeks--a friend of a friend lost their son to leukemia a couple of weeks ago and another friend had a son born with muscular atrophy (he's spent most of his life in Children's Mercy). I know that a simple procedure to circumcise my son, is not a big deal to this doctor, but its still my BABY. I wanted him to give a damn, and I'm not sure he did.
None the less, his surgery is scheduled for December 9th. Part of me really wants to find another doctor. The other part knows he will do a fine job, and really it is the anesthesiologist I should be worried about...I'll meet him the day of surgery. So for the next 3 months I will continue to worry and hold my son a little tighter.
Sam was born with a short foreskin. While this means nothing in our day-to-day life, it did mean that he couldn't have a traditional circumcision in the hospital and would have to have it done by a surgeon at around 6-months. I have been worrying about this procedure since the moment I found out he would have to have it--which was, literally, about 2 minutes after he was born. I asked Rob a hundred times if we could not do it or wait until he was like 15 to have it done. He said "No." Being as I don't have man parts, I guess I should follow his lead on this one.
We had our appointment on Tuesday with a General Surgeon; I had been looking forward to this appointment for a while so that I could get some questions answered and decide how freaked out I needed to be. Lets just say the appointment was less than stellar. The surgeon was an ass. He had zero bed-side manner. Zero.
It began by him asking why we were there, so I told him. He then examined Sam and followed with his 5 second explanation of the surgery, it went something like this: "There is a 1 in 100 chance he could end up with an infection or scaring. If you want to do it we can schedule now or you can come back to schedule later. Any questions?" Seriously? Yes, I have questions. When I asked him about what type of anesthesia would be used, he said: "General. You'll see the anesthesiologist the morning of surgery." When I asked what the complications were he said: "I already explained them to you" (Oh, that's what that was!) "As far as complications from anesthesia-you'll meet with the anesthesiologist the day of surgery." I guess that ended our question and answer portion of the program. As he left he room, to send in his scheduler, Rob said, "I don't like him." I didn't either.
I realize that in the grand scheme of things, this surgery is not a big deal. I felt blessed sitting in the waiting room--blessed that there were no tubes attached to my son, that he wasn't in a wheelchair, that he was happy and smiling. I count my blessings everyday that I have happy, healthy children. Especially in the last few weeks--a friend of a friend lost their son to leukemia a couple of weeks ago and another friend had a son born with muscular atrophy (he's spent most of his life in Children's Mercy). I know that a simple procedure to circumcise my son, is not a big deal to this doctor, but its still my BABY. I wanted him to give a damn, and I'm not sure he did.
None the less, his surgery is scheduled for December 9th. Part of me really wants to find another doctor. The other part knows he will do a fine job, and really it is the anesthesiologist I should be worried about...I'll meet him the day of surgery. So for the next 3 months I will continue to worry and hold my son a little tighter.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Gotta Wear Shades
This kid cracks me up! The past couple of weeks he has been obsessed with his "eyes" also known as sunglasses. He even had to wear them to bed the other day.
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| Too cool! |
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| He had a sinus infection and was having to use a nebulizer |
Sam - 3 Months Old
Yesterday, Sam turned 3 months old.
He is such a sweet boy-smiles constantly and coos all the time.
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| Big smiles while getting a bath |
He really started to pork this month and I love it! Yesterday at an appointment he weighed 14lb 2oz. This was right after eating half a bottle and with his clothes on, but he is still probably a solid 13.5lbs
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| Look at those cheeks! |
He loves playing under his gym and is getting really good at batting at toys.
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| Playing with big brother |
I did a pretty bad job this month with taking pictures-I was a bit pre-occupied with the move. But, here a a couple other pics:
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| You can't see it real well, but they gave him a mohawk at daycare |
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| Snoozing with Baby Hanna |
Thursday, September 8, 2011
These Four Walls
Tomorrow we close on the sale of our house. I am excited to move on and start building our new house, but I am also quite sad to think of leaving our first home.
If these four walls could talk they would have a wonderful story to tell of the beginning of our life together.
Before closing, we are going to go to the house and walk through one last time. I won't be able to not think of all the wonderful things that happened in that home--all the memories made and love shared there. But I can't wait to move on and make many more memories in the house my kids will call "home."
If these four walls could talk they would have a wonderful story to tell of the beginning of our life together.
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| Our first home |
We moved in less than 2 weeks after graduating from pharmacy school.
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| Rob and I at our graduation |
And got engaged...
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| At the circus the day we got engaged |
got our first dog...
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| Brady |
then married...
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| Cutting the cake |
got our second dog...
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| Baxter |
brought home our first son...
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| Robbie getting ready to leave the hospital |
celebrated his first Christmas...
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| So excited to open gifts |
and his first birthday...
then his second...
and the birth of our second son.
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| Sam leaving the hospital--clearly not happy about it |
Before closing, we are going to go to the house and walk through one last time. I won't be able to not think of all the wonderful things that happened in that home--all the memories made and love shared there. But I can't wait to move on and make many more memories in the house my kids will call "home."
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