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I know its been a long time and much has changed, so I thought I'd take some time to highlight what's been happening since I last posted.
First, the drama of Andrew's endoscopy. We went up to see the specialist in Fort Worth sometime around the end of October. skot and I were expecting to tell the doctor we didn't need to see him any more since Andrew's growth had been fairly consistent, if slow. When we got there we found out that he had stopped growing, again. All of the sudden we were being asked to schedule surgery. That visit was pretty much a blur. skot and I were both taken by surprise and didn't really know what to do. Two weeks later, we drove up to Hurst (a suburb on the northeast side of Fort Worth) to the outpatient surgery center for Andrew to have an endoscopy and pH study. Since we had to be there by 7:30, it was an early morning. We got there and Andrew was at his finest, he enchanted all the nurses, giggle at the blood pressure monitor and generally had a blast in pre-op. When it was time for the surgery, they took Andrew and I back to a separation room where they gave him a sedative and we read until he was groggy. Then it was off to surgery. skot and I had just settled down to worry, when it was all over. The doctor met with us and told us that it looked like he had some allergies irritating his throat and everything else look great. There was no sign of acid reflux damage, but they were going to leave a pH probe down his throat for 24 hours.
In December, I started back to work. This meant that Andrew had to start daycare. Its only been 2-3 days a week, but the mommy guilt has been incredibly difficult. The first day was horrible for me, at least. I couldn't even sit with him for a while since I was crying so hard. I was making it worse for him. I would like it on record that the first time skot dropped him off he cried, too. Needless to say, December was a rough month for all of us. Not only did we all have to get used to work/daycare, but since Andrew was around other kids a lot more he was exposed to a lot more germs. In addition to that, I work at a waste water treatment lab, so whatever he doesn't get a school, I bring home. We were all sick for over a month.
In January, my part time job turned full time, but since our work schedules are so different, Andrew didn't have to spend any more time in daycare. January was the beginning of skot having to take care of mornings. Although one day, I'd love to be able to watch, from all accounts it is going well. Andrew wakes his dad up and then brings books back for skot to read to him in a semi-conscious state until skot can manage to face the day.
By the end of January, Andrew seemed to have made a complete adjustment to daycare. The teachers were reporting that he was playing more and eating more. Although he still played on the other side of the room as the other kids, we were happy with the progress. By the end of February, Andrew had a girlfriend at school. There's a little girl in his class, that he'll cry for when she leaves and she'll do the same. Its really cute since Andrew spends all day carrying Hoppy around by the ear and she has a blanket she walks around with. I'm not sure if they actually play with each other, but she'll light up when Andrew gets there.
March was a month for doctors. Since Andrew's specialist wanted to put a feeding tube in him, we decided to get a second opinion. It took six weeks, but finally in mid-March we went to Dallas Children's Hospital. The night before the appointment Andrew woke up vomiting around 2am. He continued to do so until around 6am when we had to leave for the doctor's. skot pulled an all nighter and stayed up with him, so I was left to drive. When we got up there, the doctor was close to an hour late seeing him. Shortly after the doctor arrived, Andrew threw up all the apple juice he had had all over me and the exam room. After talking to the doctor for a while, he advised against surgery. (After suggesting that we get Drew's hormone levels checked, skot was the one to hold him when he threw up again.) skot and I were in no better place than before the appointment. What we wanted was someone to say that this was the only way to go. Now we had a week to figure out what to do before seeing the specialist at Cook Children's. The trip to Cook Children's was definately surreal. We still had no idea what we were going to do, so as we anxiously waited, Andrew threw up pediasure all over skot. When the doctor arrived, we told him that we had gotten a second opinion (which he suggested) and he got really brusque with us. He told us that if the other doctor suggested no surgery, then we should just start seeing him. Then he discharged Andrew as a patient and walked out. It was like a really akward high school breakup. To celebrate we took the now happy and hungry to the Rainforest Cafe. Not only did he have a blast with all the animals - real, animatronic, and balloon, but he also ate a ton. (We did have to make a side trip to buy skot a new shirt - strawberry pediasure does not smell great the first time, but the second time is really bad)
Since breaking up with the doctor (we got an official screw letter in the mail), Andrew has been eating everything in sight. On the camping trip he literally ate so much he threw up. I think he was pretending to be Roman that day. Speaking of camping, we had a blast. Andrew played, ate, and threw rocks into the lake. He was filthy within an hour and generally had as much fun as one little boy can have. He didn't make it out of the campground before he fell asleep on the way home. Then he fell asleep in his swing later at home. This probably stems from the fact that he wouldn't stay on the air mattress Uncle Bill set up for him. I finally found him wedged between the mattress and side of the tent with a sleeping bag over his head in the middle of the night. Needless to say, I didn't sleep well that night either, but I'm looking forward to going again in the fall.
First, the drama of Andrew's endoscopy. We went up to see the specialist in Fort Worth sometime around the end of October. skot and I were expecting to tell the doctor we didn't need to see him any more since Andrew's growth had been fairly consistent, if slow. When we got there we found out that he had stopped growing, again. All of the sudden we were being asked to schedule surgery. That visit was pretty much a blur. skot and I were both taken by surprise and didn't really know what to do. Two weeks later, we drove up to Hurst (a suburb on the northeast side of Fort Worth) to the outpatient surgery center for Andrew to have an endoscopy and pH study. Since we had to be there by 7:30, it was an early morning. We got there and Andrew was at his finest, he enchanted all the nurses, giggle at the blood pressure monitor and generally had a blast in pre-op. When it was time for the surgery, they took Andrew and I back to a separation room where they gave him a sedative and we read until he was groggy. Then it was off to surgery. skot and I had just settled down to worry, when it was all over. The doctor met with us and told us that it looked like he had some allergies irritating his throat and everything else look great. There was no sign of acid reflux damage, but they were going to leave a pH probe down his throat for 24 hours.
In December, I started back to work. This meant that Andrew had to start daycare. Its only been 2-3 days a week, but the mommy guilt has been incredibly difficult. The first day was horrible for me, at least. I couldn't even sit with him for a while since I was crying so hard. I was making it worse for him. I would like it on record that the first time skot dropped him off he cried, too. Needless to say, December was a rough month for all of us. Not only did we all have to get used to work/daycare, but since Andrew was around other kids a lot more he was exposed to a lot more germs. In addition to that, I work at a waste water treatment lab, so whatever he doesn't get a school, I bring home. We were all sick for over a month.
In January, my part time job turned full time, but since our work schedules are so different, Andrew didn't have to spend any more time in daycare. January was the beginning of skot having to take care of mornings. Although one day, I'd love to be able to watch, from all accounts it is going well. Andrew wakes his dad up and then brings books back for skot to read to him in a semi-conscious state until skot can manage to face the day.
By the end of January, Andrew seemed to have made a complete adjustment to daycare. The teachers were reporting that he was playing more and eating more. Although he still played on the other side of the room as the other kids, we were happy with the progress. By the end of February, Andrew had a girlfriend at school. There's a little girl in his class, that he'll cry for when she leaves and she'll do the same. Its really cute since Andrew spends all day carrying Hoppy around by the ear and she has a blanket she walks around with. I'm not sure if they actually play with each other, but she'll light up when Andrew gets there.
March was a month for doctors. Since Andrew's specialist wanted to put a feeding tube in him, we decided to get a second opinion. It took six weeks, but finally in mid-March we went to Dallas Children's Hospital. The night before the appointment Andrew woke up vomiting around 2am. He continued to do so until around 6am when we had to leave for the doctor's. skot pulled an all nighter and stayed up with him, so I was left to drive. When we got up there, the doctor was close to an hour late seeing him. Shortly after the doctor arrived, Andrew threw up all the apple juice he had had all over me and the exam room. After talking to the doctor for a while, he advised against surgery. (After suggesting that we get Drew's hormone levels checked, skot was the one to hold him when he threw up again.) skot and I were in no better place than before the appointment. What we wanted was someone to say that this was the only way to go. Now we had a week to figure out what to do before seeing the specialist at Cook Children's. The trip to Cook Children's was definately surreal. We still had no idea what we were going to do, so as we anxiously waited, Andrew threw up pediasure all over skot. When the doctor arrived, we told him that we had gotten a second opinion (which he suggested) and he got really brusque with us. He told us that if the other doctor suggested no surgery, then we should just start seeing him. Then he discharged Andrew as a patient and walked out. It was like a really akward high school breakup. To celebrate we took the now happy and hungry to the Rainforest Cafe. Not only did he have a blast with all the animals - real, animatronic, and balloon, but he also ate a ton. (We did have to make a side trip to buy skot a new shirt - strawberry pediasure does not smell great the first time, but the second time is really bad)
Since breaking up with the doctor (we got an official screw letter in the mail), Andrew has been eating everything in sight. On the camping trip he literally ate so much he threw up. I think he was pretending to be Roman that day. Speaking of camping, we had a blast. Andrew played, ate, and threw rocks into the lake. He was filthy within an hour and generally had as much fun as one little boy can have. He didn't make it out of the campground before he fell asleep on the way home. Then he fell asleep in his swing later at home. This probably stems from the fact that he wouldn't stay on the air mattress Uncle Bill set up for him. I finally found him wedged between the mattress and side of the tent with a sleeping bag over his head in the middle of the night. Needless to say, I didn't sleep well that night either, but I'm looking forward to going again in the fall.
Monday, April 03, 2006
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