Dear Child,

Doing this:

Every.time you run into a wall while doing this:

does NOT inspire me to help you.

Love,

Mommy

Bleeding Love

This was one of our favourite songs last year...I would turn up the music and sing it loudly and Sydney would laugh and "dance" along.

I came across this video interpretation and wow...

Thank You Jesus.

Hope everyone had a great Easter.

April 12, 2009

or The Day Sydney's hair was last combed neatly for a month. 

Grandy is gone for a month so expect pics with wild and crazy hair in the coming weeks.

I'm good at a lot of things. Hair combing?

Not so much. 

Now we know where she gets this look from

Wordless Wednesday

Warning! Warning!

Reeeeeeeeeally long post ahead. 

Back when Syd was first discharged from the hospital, her pediatrician noticed that she had a hoarse cry and suggested that it could have been caused by all the tubes she once had down her throat. She thought she would end up with a hoarse voice but didn't think it was very serious. It never bothered us and since she never cried much, we didn't think too much about it. 

We started RSV shots in October and her cries got louder and more noticeable every month. The pulmonologist noticed and voiced her concern everytime she would see us. At our visit last week she recommended that we speak to the senior doctor on staff and see what he had to say. I spoke to him and he felt that a bronchoscopy was in order to check her airway, vocal chords, trachea etc.

The procedure was done today and since it involved general anaesthesia, we all (Mommy, Daddy and Grandy) went to the hospital at dark o'clock this morning. The doctor who was administering the anaesthesia told us that she also had a 26 weeker, 22 years ago and he's doing great today. She said she remembers praying that he would live after he was born and now some days she wants to strangle him herself. Lol. I bet she's not the first parent to feel that way. 

With all the activity around her, Syd was growing increasingly restless and her separation anxiety kicked into high gear. 

"I don't know who you think you are lady, but I'm just gonna hang tight to my Daddy and keep my eyes on you. "

See my fist? Don't try any funny stuff!

Don't let this face fool you. I'm still watching your every move. 

Though we weren't there for major surgery, the procedure was done in the OR, just in case of any emergency. We were all still very anxious and it didn't help when they decided to do it earlier because another surgery was cancelled and they had time. If I were still a nail biter, I wouldn't have any nails left! They gave her a sedative while we were waiting so she would be relaxed and not lose it completely when they took her away from us. It was odd watching her just settle down and eventually go to the nurse willingly. I asked the doc for some of that medicine to take home.

I kid. I kid.

45 minutes later the doctor came to see us and declared that everything went really well and he didn't have any, "Oh My God's" during the procedure. She does have some minimal scar tissue around her chords  and a slight curve in her epiglottis but nothing that should cause her any problems. In fact, he things she will outgrow the cry as her epiglottis matures. The main thing he was looking for was a hole in her trachea which could happen from being on the vent but he said her trach was, "just beautiful!" Whew! 

We went back to see her and she as a bit groggy but in good spirits. They required that she have something to drink and keep it down before they would release her. They had told me to pack her some juice but since she doesn't get juice, we took milk as well. As soon as she saw her bottle, she.lost.it. It was like she suddenly remembered that she hadn't eaten in over 13 hours. She calmed down enough to take tasted the Pedialyte but the second she tasted it she started screaming again. You would think it was acid or something! We begged them to allow her to have the milk but it was still a no go. Then it occured to me that she's used to warmed milk and maybe that was the root of her refusal to have it. The nurse warmed it and she gulped those 2oz down like her life depended on it. Apparently she would rather starve than have her milk cold. When the bottle was empty she was so not amused. Starve her and then only give her 2 oz??? Helloo!

She's not spoiled at all. *blank stare*

She was supposed to be groggy and listless for the next 24 hours but she's been tearing through the house like a Hurricane since we got home. Apart from a really long nap, she's back to her old self. 

More random pictures:

Getting ready to leave the house this morning. 

"Good Morning Mommy. Can you wait 5 minutes before you stick a camera in my face?"

These are the words above her bed/head. I love that verse. There are days that I walk into her room and it still uplifts me. 

Cheese!

If you read all of that, you deserve a gold star. :love:

An apple a day

We had our first visit to the dentist yesterday and it was pretty uneventful...but not according to Sydney!

A little background:

When we went for RSV shots in January, she got antsy as soon as we walked in the room for her weight check. I think she actually remembered her December shot and knew that some "unpleasantness" was about to go down. She was whining and clinging and most unhappy when it was all done. Then we went for our February shot and the hysteria reached a new level. She wouldn't let them touch her, take her temp or do any checks on her whatsoever and it took three adults to hold her down for the shot to be administered. 

Last week we had a routine pediatrician visit and the SECOND she saw the nurse she freaked out - endless tears and she wouldn't let me put her down for anything. I put her on the scale and she just climbed back into my arms. She screamed for the temp taking and I had to have a nurse's help holding her flailing limbs while the doc examined her. The kid is strong!!

See where I'm going with this? Someone has finally had enough of doctors. 

So, back to yesterday. We were fine and dandy in the waiting room and still ok as we made our way back to the exam room. I gave her to Grandy while I completed some forms. She took one look at the nurse and launched into the must pitiful cry I have ever heard! Heartbreaking I tell you! The office seems very kid friendly and the nurse was kind enough to leave the room and just wait a bit until she calmed down...not that it helped. I held her while they cleaned her teeth and mouth and she was so upset! Of course as soon the nurse left she was happy and kissing me.

Then the dentist walked in and before she managed to say hi, the big tears came rolling again. She clung to me and buried her face in my chest and would not look at anyone. After a while she started looking at Grandy as if to say, "If Mommy's not going to do something, you should! Help!" Heart.breaking yet funny at the same time. They did nothing that caused her pain and the dentist said she's just fine and we'll see her again in 6 months. Hopefully I'll be able to reason with her then. Right?

We have another RSV shot next week. May the force be with us. 

Chilling before we leave for the dentist

I'm happy now!

Ha! Mommy thinks she can get me to keep still for 5 minutes. Bless her heart!

Yes, I'm standing on the couch. What's it to ya?

Back from the dentist. See my sticker? That nurse was really trying to make me happy.

I'm so silly!

Cheeeeese!

Mommy think I look just like Daddy in this pic. Do you agree?

You talking to me?

You know those babies...the ones you see in the grocery store and they're happy and smiling? The ones who start grinning from ear to ear the second anyone smiles at them? That ones who will happily "talk" to anyone that engages them? The ones who clap and squeal when someone acts silly?

Yeah.

Not my baby.

She's such a happy child but I think people think I'm lying when I say that because she will not communicate with a stranger in any way. B tells me that they were in a store just last weekend and a lady declared that she would make Sydney laugh. Bless her heart. There she was, prancing around like a circus monkey and she got nothing more than a blank stare from the child. Not even a hint of a smile. Sometimes people say, "Oh she looks so sad!" and I have to stop myself from telling them that she was perfectly happy before they came along. Lol. She's just not that into new people upon first meeting them and it takes some time for her to warm up. I'm starting to feel sorry for the people who insist on trying though. 

Here are a pics of her silly self:

I promise, she doesn't wear this onesie as often as you think. She just happens to be wearing it on picture days. I'm not sure why I felt the need to explain that.