Tags: doctor visits

June 2011 kids

Stats and a question

Newest statistics are in for Sister after her very quick 9 months (and 3 weeks) old checkup.

Weight: 19 lbs, 6 oz. (51st percentile)
Length: 29.25 inches (89th percentile)

She is EXACTLY the same size as Simon at 9 months. Well played, genetics. Well played.

9 months of love

Dr. Harris and I talked about ear piercing. She will pierce her ears for free, if I bring in the studs and regardless of whether or not she has been vaccinated.

Where is the line when it comes to sexual identity and gender? I obviously do not have a problem playing the 'girl card.' I had two rowdy boys. I've done trucks and balls and lots of blue. Cora Jane wears dresses and bows almost every day. She also has nary a lick of hair.

So! I am almost afraid to ask but what are you thoughts on this, friends?  

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New headband from Addison Renee.
Dress from Baby Gap, courtesy of Grandma Cale.
(Possible Future) Diamond earrings, courtesy of Grandpa Cale.




June 2011 kids

Butterball baby

Time flies when you're having fun or so the saying goes. Time flies? More like moves so fast I can hardly catch my breath. How is it December? How is it winter coats and colds and fireplace season? Most importantly, how is it that my tiny 6 pound bundle of baby now weighs 18 pounds?

Sweetly smiling

We went to the doctor on Friday for her 6 month well-baby check-up. She's well! Shocker, I know. I did learn that at 6 months, Cora Bean is in the 80th percentile for weight. Her round noggin is in the 90th percentile and at 28 inches, she is in the 97th percentile for height.

Sweet and delicate? Not so much.

Wiggly, rolly polly, butterball baby? Absolutely.

Perfect capture

I tend to get annoyed with percentiles and the emphasis given by other mothers. The reality is that percentiles MEAN nothing in the real world. Big babies even out. Skinny babies eventually chunk up. After the first year, the rate of growth slows down dramatically anyways. Yet it's all the rage to discuss percentiles and place unnecessary value on imaginary numbers. As if there is something wrong with being in a lower percentile.

20 years from now, Cora Jane, will be proud to know that she was once taller than 97 percent of other babies her age. Clearly she is destined for success in life. And if height isn't an indicator of success, then just look at her round and beautiful head. Big? Maybe but all the better to fit in everything that she is yet to learn. SHE IS GONNA BE A GENIUS, the percentile told me so.

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Thank goodness there isn't a scale for cuteness. Could you imagine? Lord knows she would score in the 100th percentile for that one. She's so cute, she isn't even on the chart!
June 2011 kids

Mama's always right

Girlfriend is already six weeks old. Actually she's closer to seven weeks but who's counting? NOT ME. She'll be six weeks until 5:14 on Sunday and then I'll start saying seven weeks. I hate it. I hate that she's growing and changing so much and so fast. The whole thing is making me a wee bit anxious. I don't want this whole, sweet, sleepy, easy newborn stage to end.

Speaking of easy, Cora is probably the easiest and best newborn we've ever had. (Sorry, beautiful baby boys. It's true. I still love you both.) I KID YOU NOT- she will sleep SEVEN HOURS at night. We go to bed between 10 and 11 pm and she sleeps until 5 or 6 am. She then nurses and goes back down until sometime between 8:30-10.

WHO'S THE BEST BABY IN WHOLE WIDE WORLD? 

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Yesterday I took Cora Jane to the doctor for her six week check-up. I hemmed and hawed about even going. I know that she is gaining weight. I know that I don't want any vaccines (yet). I know she is developmentally on target. So what's the point of wasting my time and money?

Then Matt (and my Mother) pointed out that we can't listen for heart murmurs. We also can't check hip development or soft spots. It's like they don't understand that I have Google for that. PAGING DR. GOOGLE.

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So I put on my big girl panties and made the appointment with a new doctor. My friends have been recommending Dr. Harris forever and I was always afraid of "hurting" our previous doctor's feelings by switching. It's a small practice. I'm sure the doctors talk about the patients. Never mind that we RARELY even go to the doctor. Bennett hasn't had a check-up since he was 2 years old.
 
I'm so vain. Maybe the world doesn't actually revolve around me. (Doubtful.)

And let me tell you, readers, Dr. Harris of Lawrence Family and Obstetrics was awesome. After discussing the importance of Coach diaper bags, baby girl ear piercing, and highly popular cloth diapers, she casually asked me about vaccinations. No judgment. No pressure. No justification on why I want to delay. Just an open and honest conversation about vaccines.  

WHO'S THE MOST KICK-ASS DOCTOR IN LAWRENCE?

Maybe I should have listened to my friends earlier. I'm sorry, Jennifer and Alli, you were both right. Dr. Harris is awesome. My bad.

Cora's pretty pleased as well. She's weighing in at 9 lbs, 15 oz (50%) and is 22 and 1/4 inches long (70%). I pulled out the boys' baby books to compare sizes at 6 weeks- Bennett weighed 11 lbs, 12 oz and Simon weighed 9 lbs, 14 oz. Looks like she is going to favor Simon, in size and appearance, which is what I've been saying since the beginning. 

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I suppose we'll just have to wait and see if I continue to be right. More often than not, I am right. (Just ask Matt.) While I obviously was wrong about switching doctors, we'll see about Cora's size. It's exciting to me and simultaneously terrifying. (DON'T GROW AND CHANGE, CORA!) We go back see Dr. Harris at 4 months. I think that will be sometime in September.

Not that I'm actually counting.

June 2011 kids

Over it

So, everything I said in my last post? About how pregnancy is so fun and fleeting? How if you blink, you'll miss it? NEWSFLASH: I am SO OVER IT. I changed my mind. I don't want to 'do anything' but have a baby. Not because I have a huge laundry list of complaints, but because I am ready to meet her. (WARNING: THIS POST IS FULL OF EXCESS USE OF THE CAPS LOCK. You have been warned.) 

I am ready to snuggle and smell my newborn.

I am ready to have Matt home for 5 weeks.

I am ready to nurse for hours on end.

I am ready to use all my diapers and pink clothes.

I am ready. I am done being pregnant. I have cleaned every drawer, corner, and closet in my house. I am done analyzing every single kick, movement, and bathroom break. I am done with having nothing to wear. I am done taking substitute jobs. I am done feeling anxious. It doesn't help that I can't call any of my family or friends. "Is it time yet? What's the status? When is that baby coming?"  WHAT DO YOU THINK, SHERLOCK?

I know the fun is in the anticipation but really, come on. We're all bored.

Over it
 
On Tuesday, I learned that I am ONLY dilated to a measly 1 cm and 50% effaced. Jen, the nurse practitioner, was also concerned because (as usual) I am measuring small and I lost two lbs. (Who's to complain?!)  So I consented to a sonogram. I mean, why not? I am a shame to the natural movement as it is. MIGHT AS WELL INDUCE. (I kid. I kid.)

So baby girl is estimated to be 7 lbs, 3 oz with plenty of fluid. Placenta looks fine. Head is down and she is measuring 38 weeks, 2 days.

In other words, SHE'S JUST HANGING OUT. NOT GOING ANYWHERE, ANYTIME SOON.  

June 2011 kids

Sweet profile

Every single time I look at this photo, I smile. Could there be anything more amazing? More wonderful than catching a glimpse of your unborn baby? Thanks to technology, I feel like I already know this sweet and beautiful face.

Just look at her. I think this is probably the best ultrasound picture I have ever received. (Fluid levels were normal for those keeping track at home.) Even the boys' weren't this clear or perfect.

29 weeks 
 
 
For those of you who asked, we are not doing a home birth. This is not because I am scared or believe that home birth isn't safe. It just wasn't something that we could afford. We only use cash and we didn't have a few thousand extra sitting around. We could swing monthly payments to the OB, but the midwife required a lump sum.

Yes, I am sad but the end result is what matters most. As we get closer to her due date (May 12-17), I will provide our birth plan. Right now the plan is simple: delay cord cutting, no eye ointment, no Hep B, no bottles, and don't dare to think about taking my baby away from me.

She's my (beautiful) prize. 
 

June 2011 kids

Embrace the camera.

Alternatively titled: Embrace the belly. But first you have to hear about my sonogram update. For those of you that missed the memo, baby girl still has all her lady parts. She didn't manage to grow any wenises since December. Amen, thank you Jesus.

The sono tech also gave us another picture of said lady parts, but it almost feels like child pornography to post such intimate pictures of her privates.

Instead, I give you monster belly at 29 weeks:
28 weeks

I'm no longer measuring small but right on track. Baby girl's weight was estimated to be around 2 lbs, 13 oz. We all know that sonogram estimates and can be off by +/-10 oz., so I'm taking that with a grain of salt. I am, however, still managing to say stretch mark free: 
28 weeks

My fluid level was a bit low (9 cm) and so I go back for another scan next week. Dr. Google tells me that 5-25 cm is a normal level of amniotic fluid, so I just have to stay above 5 cm.
28 weeks headless
 
Otherwise, things are great. My biggest complaint is heartburn. Some nights are worse than others. I might also be a wee bit hormonal (read: grouchy) but I'll never tell. I'm sure if you ask Matt, he would report that I am a joy to live with. Actually I believe his exact words would be, "Happy wife, happy life."

I've only got about 10 weeks left which is incredibly hard to believe and completely manageable. Remember my first ten twenty weeks? Oh, me either. I have blocked the painful memory from my head. The only parts I do vaguely remember involved the couch and the toilet.

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June 2011 kids

Little birdie

Remember how I said that my Mom and Dad were in town? And that the girls (read: me, Mom, and my sister) went shopping with Bennett? Well, shop we did. Normally I wouldn't post stuff like this but I can't help it. Please accept my apologies or disregard if you have no desire to watch me brag. I have done the boy stuff- the baby blues and the dinosaurs and the puppies and the sports themed crap. 

Baby bedding
 
I'll take butterflies and little birdies and hot pink, please, with a side of polka dots.

Baby blankets    

Some people are crafty and can make beautiful things. Me, on the other hand, can barely even sew on a button. So the concept of creating my own baby bedding is about as likely as me flying to the moon. I wish I was joking when I said it too. Now that Simon is in Boy Scouts, I have the terrible job of sewing on his patches. Luckily for me (and him), my Mom took care of his first five patches this weekend.

She also helped take care of baby girl's bedding. When I say "take care of," I really mean "buy most of." Like for example, these Lindsey Sheets:

Sheets 
 
As of right now, buying baby bedding is all pretty silly. Baby girl, who shall some day have a name, will be rooming in with us anyways. (Anyone for Georgia? How about Ann? What about Cora? I still like Cora.) We have a cradle in our room for now. I'd like to rearrange the furniture and set up the crib but I don't see that happening any time soon. I decided to skip buying a bumper pad too. Such a waste of money for something that isn't particularly safe. I might change my mind, as I am prone to often do. We'll see, I suppose.

Speaking of seeing, I have my 28 week appointment and a sonogram tomorrow because, at my last appointment, I was measuring small. I always measure small but there isn't any way that I am going to miss a chance to check out my baby girl.

She best not have grown a wenis either.  

Little Birdie
 
I've had enough wenises (for now) in my life. 
 
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Putting this up on You Capture today because I do believe that's a little birdie, some LIndsey sheets, and it's all for my little lady.

Who, a day later, still has her lady bits!
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June 2011 kids

The happy bus cup

They cost 20 cents a piece from the Salvation Army in Wichita.  One minute I'm in the bathroom minding my own business. The next I'm demanding to know why Matt is checking out with two different Muppet cups in his hand.

He insists that the boys will love them.

He's right, of course. The little boys do love them. Mostly, they love to argue about who gets the bus cup.

"I want the bus cup!" Simon yells.

"No, MINE!" Bennett responds.

Finally, a rule is introduced. I like rules. Rules give order. Rules set expectations.

The rule?

We take turns. Every other night at dinner, it will be your turn for the happy bus cup:
Happiness Hotel 

The good news is that the arguing has stopped. Each boy is overjoyed when it's his turn.

The best news is that the doctor called. The growth is benign. There are no signs of any cancer cells.

Tonight?

It's my turn for the happy bus cup.
 

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You capture: Hopeful

I had the biopsy done yesterday. It hurt like hell and I thought I was going to pass out. No, seriously. It hurt like hell. After the procedure, which included the doctor shoving a 3 inch needle in my neck OVER and OVER again, I tried to keep it together.

I didn't cry. 

I stayed with it.

The Doctor assured me that because the enlarged cervical node has shown no change, it is just a benign growth. He is optimistic. Let's do the biopsy to put you at ease, he said. It's benign. I'm almost sure of it. It's nothing to worry about. 

 I'm expecting good news.

Sleeping B

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The thought of my beautiful babies growing up without me is unbearable.

I am hopeful.

You capture: hopeful



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June 2011 kids

Bennett, scissors, and the doctor

Hey! It's me, Bennett.

 
My Mom wanted me to do the post tonight. She said something about being tired. I don't know for sure. I wasn't really listening. I like to pretend like I'm not listening and say "huh?" frequently.

It drives Mom crazy.

You know what else drives my Mom crazy?


When Simon and I make a mess. I don't see what the big deal is. It's just a bit of markers, paper, and scissors. I personally love using scissors. I just like to sit and cut, cut, cut. See?
 

I think Mom lets me cut with scissors because she likes it when I'm quiet. I know it's that and because she really just wants the best and smartest baby on the block. Here's a dirty little secret though: I already am the smartest baby on the block.

My only competition is this guy. And look at him:

He can't even eat an apple. It's been almost FOUR months and he's still walking around with those silly holes in his mouth. I think it just really helps my cause: I'm the smartest and the prettiest baby on the block. Although I would be lying if I didn't admit that Simon teaches me lots of cool stuff. The best thing is that he taught me how to fart and laugh. Mom says we don't use that word. She says it's not funny either. 

I KNOW! Can you believe her? Somebody tell her to loosen up and take a chill pill. 


Anyways, Mom also wants me to let everyone know that she's okay. She said something about an enlarged cervical node. Mom also says we are going to go back again and get a biopsy. I don't know what any of that means exactly. I do know that I watched her go up and down in a spiffy chair today. I also know that Daddy came too.

Daddy would have held her hand but he was too busy keeping me quiet.

I told Mom she should have brought the scissors. 

She never listens.