jojo2324
03-10-2003, 12:58 AM
Sorry ladies, I know how this rude this seems, but I just have so much to say, too little time, and WAY too little energy...But there is an explanation. Please bear with me.
First and foremost! HAPPY DUE DATE TAMMY!! I hope that by the time you read this, you will be holding your precious bundle. :D
I also want to welcome our new babies, Alexander and William! Congratulations!
Shira, I am so sorry about little Amira. You poor thing! You must be exhausted. I hope that she is doing a little bit better now, and that you are all getting settled into your new home. Just an FYI: We moved when I was 8 months pregnant, and the house is still half-packed in the basement. :D I guess we really DON'T need all that junk...Oh well. At least I can make some money off of it in a yard sale. And we are *just* getting the finishing touches going, like curtains, the baby's room, etc. I figure by the time we move out of this place, that's when it will finally be set and complete. ;)
Beth, I was thinking of you and Sarah on Saturday. I am sorry that the results you got from the assessment were not what you expected. It seems like you are in capable hands; I like their idea for using different groups of toys to work on sounds. I am sure that soon enough she will be off jabbering and you will be wondering what silence is. :D
Nicole, how frustrating!! I am so sorry! I would definitely seek a second opinion; it seems that way too little time was spent interacting with the boys to come to such a conclusion. I am not schooled in the language development of infants, but I cannot fathom how they could compare a five month old to a year and a half old. It just doesn't make sense.
And Rachel, you are not a dog!! I can't believe that guy! He must have been missing a few marbles. How rude! I would have been very tempted to stick my tongue out at him...:P Did you come up with the perfect retort yet? ;)
Okay, thanks for bearing with me. I'm sorry I've been so negligent and, again, I apologize for the all-in-one message, but we have been going through HELL the last few days.
Gannon is really really sick, like he was this past fall. He can barely breathe, he is coughing up a storm, he starts to choke when he coughs and then he throws up. You all know the deal. I brought him to the doctor, and she said it's looking more and more like he will develop asthma in the next few years. But she diagnoses via elimination, so she is having me use a nebulizer with albuterol even though the general consensus is that it does nothing to help him.
I guess they can't treat him properly until he is diagnosed properly, but they can't diagnose asthma for a couple of years at least. It is really very frustrating, and it is just breaking my heart to hear him like this. He is all wheezy and plain miserable. He falls asleep and wakes up constantly because he can't breathe...I try to sleep with him on my chest while I sit up, but then I get so tired and afraid that I will drop him that I finally have to lay him down.
He started refusing his bottle a few days ago. I know he wants to nurse for comfort, but my supply is just about zapped. I have pretty much been nursing him non-stop, but even that is troublesome because, due to the labored breathing, he has a hard time sucking, so he's not even getting as much as he could. I was so stressed out on Friday because I had to work a double and I KNEW he was home starving and getting dehydrated. My boss was pretty understanding and let me go home between shifts, but I hate leaving him at all.
And then Saturday night I was at work when Shawn called me. I knew right away something awful was going on, because Shawn NEVER calls me at work. Gannon was running a fever of 106! I immediately burst into tears, told the boss I had to go to the hospital and just ran out of the restaurant. I called the ped (different from the one who is diagnosing him primarily) on the way to the sitter's and she was very interested in the *type* of thermometer that was used to take his temp. I told her about 7 times that it was a rectal thermometer, and she kept saying, "Mercury?" I told her, "No! Digital! But it's a rectal thermometer!" Like I'm the one who's supposed to have a straight head on her shoulders now? And then the whole way there I was trying not to speed and was convinced that I was going to get pulled over for driving and talking on the cell phone at the same time. (It's illegal in NY...I never do, but this time I made an exception.) By the time I got to the sitter's he was down to 102 and happy as a clam once he saw me, just laughing and googling like his usual adorable self. The ped said his behavior was encouraging and to just monitor him...This morning it was finally back down to 98.6.
But it completely freaked me out. Shawn's uncle ran a really high fever when he was a kid and developed Rocky Mountain Fever, and now he is mentally retarded. At 55 years old, he can't read or write and is a ward of the state. Anyway, I was so worried that that was going to happen to Gannon.
This is just depleting my energy. The ped (the intelligent one, not the one who couldn't figure out her thermometers) has pretty much said that this is going to happen every time he gets a cold. And that they can't do anything for him. They say that they could treat him with steroids, but that his case is not severe enough. I wonder how severe "severe enough" is. I mean, the poor thing can't breathe! And it's long-lasting, about 2-3 weeks. So he's just supposed to suffer the next three years until they can diagnose him with the asthma?
I am very frustrated. I understand where my ped is coming from though...She doesn't want to just write this off and treat him unnecessarily and incorrectly. But on the other hand, she is basically telling me this is what it is! She was ticking off what it isn't: "Well, we know it's not RSV because we tested him for that last time and it came up negative. We took the x-rays of his chest last time too, and there was no sign of a tumor pushing against his lungs or the presence of a nickel or something he had swallowed. And since he is displaying the same exact symptoms as last time..." Yada yada yada.
Then throw into this the nub of another tooth coming through. And the fact that he has hit the 8-month milestone of separation anxiety and Shawn can do NOTHING to calm him down. Oh, and also that he only wants to crawl because he can do it now, and that just puts more pressure on his belly and chest and makes it more difficult for him to breathe.
Ugh...Sorry for the epic. I am off to bed, thanks for letting me vent. You guys are the best. :D
First and foremost! HAPPY DUE DATE TAMMY!! I hope that by the time you read this, you will be holding your precious bundle. :D
I also want to welcome our new babies, Alexander and William! Congratulations!
Shira, I am so sorry about little Amira. You poor thing! You must be exhausted. I hope that she is doing a little bit better now, and that you are all getting settled into your new home. Just an FYI: We moved when I was 8 months pregnant, and the house is still half-packed in the basement. :D I guess we really DON'T need all that junk...Oh well. At least I can make some money off of it in a yard sale. And we are *just* getting the finishing touches going, like curtains, the baby's room, etc. I figure by the time we move out of this place, that's when it will finally be set and complete. ;)
Beth, I was thinking of you and Sarah on Saturday. I am sorry that the results you got from the assessment were not what you expected. It seems like you are in capable hands; I like their idea for using different groups of toys to work on sounds. I am sure that soon enough she will be off jabbering and you will be wondering what silence is. :D
Nicole, how frustrating!! I am so sorry! I would definitely seek a second opinion; it seems that way too little time was spent interacting with the boys to come to such a conclusion. I am not schooled in the language development of infants, but I cannot fathom how they could compare a five month old to a year and a half old. It just doesn't make sense.
And Rachel, you are not a dog!! I can't believe that guy! He must have been missing a few marbles. How rude! I would have been very tempted to stick my tongue out at him...:P Did you come up with the perfect retort yet? ;)
Okay, thanks for bearing with me. I'm sorry I've been so negligent and, again, I apologize for the all-in-one message, but we have been going through HELL the last few days.
Gannon is really really sick, like he was this past fall. He can barely breathe, he is coughing up a storm, he starts to choke when he coughs and then he throws up. You all know the deal. I brought him to the doctor, and she said it's looking more and more like he will develop asthma in the next few years. But she diagnoses via elimination, so she is having me use a nebulizer with albuterol even though the general consensus is that it does nothing to help him.
I guess they can't treat him properly until he is diagnosed properly, but they can't diagnose asthma for a couple of years at least. It is really very frustrating, and it is just breaking my heart to hear him like this. He is all wheezy and plain miserable. He falls asleep and wakes up constantly because he can't breathe...I try to sleep with him on my chest while I sit up, but then I get so tired and afraid that I will drop him that I finally have to lay him down.
He started refusing his bottle a few days ago. I know he wants to nurse for comfort, but my supply is just about zapped. I have pretty much been nursing him non-stop, but even that is troublesome because, due to the labored breathing, he has a hard time sucking, so he's not even getting as much as he could. I was so stressed out on Friday because I had to work a double and I KNEW he was home starving and getting dehydrated. My boss was pretty understanding and let me go home between shifts, but I hate leaving him at all.
And then Saturday night I was at work when Shawn called me. I knew right away something awful was going on, because Shawn NEVER calls me at work. Gannon was running a fever of 106! I immediately burst into tears, told the boss I had to go to the hospital and just ran out of the restaurant. I called the ped (different from the one who is diagnosing him primarily) on the way to the sitter's and she was very interested in the *type* of thermometer that was used to take his temp. I told her about 7 times that it was a rectal thermometer, and she kept saying, "Mercury?" I told her, "No! Digital! But it's a rectal thermometer!" Like I'm the one who's supposed to have a straight head on her shoulders now? And then the whole way there I was trying not to speed and was convinced that I was going to get pulled over for driving and talking on the cell phone at the same time. (It's illegal in NY...I never do, but this time I made an exception.) By the time I got to the sitter's he was down to 102 and happy as a clam once he saw me, just laughing and googling like his usual adorable self. The ped said his behavior was encouraging and to just monitor him...This morning it was finally back down to 98.6.
But it completely freaked me out. Shawn's uncle ran a really high fever when he was a kid and developed Rocky Mountain Fever, and now he is mentally retarded. At 55 years old, he can't read or write and is a ward of the state. Anyway, I was so worried that that was going to happen to Gannon.
This is just depleting my energy. The ped (the intelligent one, not the one who couldn't figure out her thermometers) has pretty much said that this is going to happen every time he gets a cold. And that they can't do anything for him. They say that they could treat him with steroids, but that his case is not severe enough. I wonder how severe "severe enough" is. I mean, the poor thing can't breathe! And it's long-lasting, about 2-3 weeks. So he's just supposed to suffer the next three years until they can diagnose him with the asthma?
I am very frustrated. I understand where my ped is coming from though...She doesn't want to just write this off and treat him unnecessarily and incorrectly. But on the other hand, she is basically telling me this is what it is! She was ticking off what it isn't: "Well, we know it's not RSV because we tested him for that last time and it came up negative. We took the x-rays of his chest last time too, and there was no sign of a tumor pushing against his lungs or the presence of a nickel or something he had swallowed. And since he is displaying the same exact symptoms as last time..." Yada yada yada.
Then throw into this the nub of another tooth coming through. And the fact that he has hit the 8-month milestone of separation anxiety and Shawn can do NOTHING to calm him down. Oh, and also that he only wants to crawl because he can do it now, and that just puts more pressure on his belly and chest and makes it more difficult for him to breathe.
Ugh...Sorry for the epic. I am off to bed, thanks for letting me vent. You guys are the best. :D