After the last ear infection I wrote about, Lydia's doctor figured we'd give her immune system and the impending Spring just one more time to make friends before we walked down the path of tubes.
Unfortunately, that friendship just will not be attained. After a week of snottiness, coughing, and grumpy girlie we were back at the doctor today where yet another ear infection was diagnosed. This time there was no questioning the next course of action and a consultation appointment with an ENT was set post haste.
It is just a consultation, though; getting tubes in her ears isn't a forgone conclusion yet. However, with five ear infections in three months, one would think . . .
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
sick taco, the sequel times [large_number]
I spoke too soon about the antibiotics thing. Poor Miss Lydia came up with a fever last Friday and I knew it was another ear infection; that just seems to be her forté. By that evening she was swigging down a NEW! TASTIER! antibiotic, though the NEW! was mainly so her infection wouldn't get immune to the regular stuff. Tubes for the ears were mentioned and an appointment was set to discuss it.
She was back to her happy self again the next day and we even ventured back out to the zoo again. This time, she had a hat.
Today, though, I got a call at work from her daycare. She was lethargic and didn't want to play; she just wasn't my happy girl. By the time I came to pick her up she was starting to run a fever again.
The doctor checked her out and her little ears are still infected. She got a huge shot and we're heading back Friday anyway for our consultation about the possibility of tubes.
My poor girlie. Will she ever know of a life without the syringe of sticky medicine? Will doctors ever quit poking her with shots? Will she ever successfully get a hold of Mommy's necklace to chew on? Stay tuned!
She was back to her happy self again the next day and we even ventured back out to the zoo again. This time, she had a hat.
Today, though, I got a call at work from her daycare. She was lethargic and didn't want to play; she just wasn't my happy girl. By the time I came to pick her up she was starting to run a fever again.
The doctor checked her out and her little ears are still infected. She got a huge shot and we're heading back Friday anyway for our consultation about the possibility of tubes.
My poor girlie. Will she ever know of a life without the syringe of sticky medicine? Will doctors ever quit poking her with shots? Will she ever successfully get a hold of Mommy's necklace to chew on? Stay tuned!
Sunday, March 29, 2009
nine month taco
Wow, this past month has been a busy one for Miss Lydia! This is the month she became mobile and the entire family's lives have changed, including the cats'.
A few days into her ninth month we were playing on the floor when Lydia decided she'd really like to be closer to Hermione so she made an attempt. Success! The Husband, myself, and Lydia were pleased. The cats seemed worried.
And thus began my obsession with floor cleanliness. This can sometimes be difficult with the cats' penchant for barfing in hard-to-clean areas but I have been keeping up with it. It is either that or let Lydia find an errant cat claw to test for chewiness. Note to Lydia: NOT CHEWY.
A few days after the Wonderful World of Crawling opened up, we woke up one morning to find out that sometimes snow in the forecast does indeed mean snow on the ground. We had a beautiful Snowy Sunday and Mommy got a ton of pics.
Exactly a week after our Snowy Sunday it was a balmy 80 degrees when we headed to the Zoo with our friends to see all the animals. Lydia enjoyed being outside and watching all the people around her. One of the flamingos honked at her and she thought that was rather rude.
As Lydia crawled around and became more exploratory we began to realize that soft toys that just sit there don't seem to keep her interest as they once did. Now she wants her toys to DO something. One night The Husband pulled out a loud, obnoxious toy she got for Christmas -- her Aunt and Uncle picked it out because of said loudness -- and she was in heaven. We only finally stopped playing that night because she was about to fall flat asleep, much to her irritation.
It still was a sickly month -- there were two (I think) ear infections but now that it's warming up hopefully we'll all be healthier. Poor Lydia got so used to the antibiotic syringe she would just lay back and take her medicine, swallowing it back with a sour face. We are now antibiotic-free for a full five days and counting, and that can put a smile on anyone's face.
A wiggling, scooting Lydia has been the biggest, most sudden change in the household since the girlie actually arrived and we've all had to make adjustments. I actually clean the floor, The Husband is inventive with new things to amuse her plus ways to keep her away from ALL THE CORDS, Renton has had to widen his clearance pattern, and Hermione is getting used to letting herself be caught and/or poked in the eye. And just wait 'till she gets fast!
She is a girlie on the go. Below is the fruit of a lot of labor, so I hope you really really really like this picture.
A few days into her ninth month we were playing on the floor when Lydia decided she'd really like to be closer to Hermione so she made an attempt. Success! The Husband, myself, and Lydia were pleased. The cats seemed worried.
And thus began my obsession with floor cleanliness. This can sometimes be difficult with the cats' penchant for barfing in hard-to-clean areas but I have been keeping up with it. It is either that or let Lydia find an errant cat claw to test for chewiness. Note to Lydia: NOT CHEWY.
A few days after the Wonderful World of Crawling opened up, we woke up one morning to find out that sometimes snow in the forecast does indeed mean snow on the ground. We had a beautiful Snowy Sunday and Mommy got a ton of pics.
Exactly a week after our Snowy Sunday it was a balmy 80 degrees when we headed to the Zoo with our friends to see all the animals. Lydia enjoyed being outside and watching all the people around her. One of the flamingos honked at her and she thought that was rather rude.
As Lydia crawled around and became more exploratory we began to realize that soft toys that just sit there don't seem to keep her interest as they once did. Now she wants her toys to DO something. One night The Husband pulled out a loud, obnoxious toy she got for Christmas -- her Aunt and Uncle picked it out because of said loudness -- and she was in heaven. We only finally stopped playing that night because she was about to fall flat asleep, much to her irritation.
It still was a sickly month -- there were two (I think) ear infections but now that it's warming up hopefully we'll all be healthier. Poor Lydia got so used to the antibiotic syringe she would just lay back and take her medicine, swallowing it back with a sour face. We are now antibiotic-free for a full five days and counting, and that can put a smile on anyone's face.
A wiggling, scooting Lydia has been the biggest, most sudden change in the household since the girlie actually arrived and we've all had to make adjustments. I actually clean the floor, The Husband is inventive with new things to amuse her plus ways to keep her away from ALL THE CORDS, Renton has had to widen his clearance pattern, and Hermione is getting used to letting herself be caught and/or poked in the eye. And just wait 'till she gets fast!
She is a girlie on the go. Below is the fruit of a lot of labor, so I hope you really really really like this picture.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
eight month taco
Lydia turned eight months old last Monday. Now it's March, and you only have to say April, May, JUNE!!! and we've got a birthday comin'. Goodness.
For me, this past month has been a whirlwind. Everybody has just been so sick, including me. There was some serious downtime for each member of the family. Even Miss Lydia had to fight off both an ear infection and two crazy parents trying to stuff medicine down her throat. She's very good at the latter.
We changed her morning breakfast from bottle only to a mix of oatmeal and applesauce with a bit of milk to wash it all down afterwards. The first couple of days she looked at me like I was nuts but on the third day she was scarfing the oatmeal like a ravenous baby bird, though she still gets quite excited when the milk is offered up at the end. It's like a dessert. Bonus if she scores the spoon to play with once she's full.
Though not crawling yet, Lydia figured out her own way to be mobile: roll. Once she realized rolling actually got you somewhere new, rolling around seemed 'worth it.' The trick was to position herself in such a way so she would roll to what she wanted. This takes some strategy. It's like the knight piece in the game of chess.
Speaking of rolls, Lord, does this girl have 'em. All along her arms and especially her legs she is rolled like the Michelin man. Sometimes when she's chillin' with her toys on the floor I'll just massage those legs. She has such great skin. For a while I was wondering what the feeling of her skin reminded me of and one day it hit me -- warm pizza dough. Not that mix stuff; the handmade kind of dough that you lay to rise on the counter. There's a taughtness to it right before you roll or throw it out into a flat pizza shape. Wonderful.
Lydia finally had two new buddies show up in her life -- her bottom teeth. They peeked through the last week of January. At first she wasn't sure what to make of them. She would constantly push at them with her tongue as if to get them out of her way. She's used to them now and enjoys gnawing on hard stuff to see what damage she can do. The chair I'm sitting in now has little teeth scrape marks on one of the legs.
It was a very vocal month for Miss Lydia. She started off with the 'daa' sound and she was a big fan of that for quite some time. So was The Husband. After a few weeks she found 'baa' and 'maa' on the same day and from there she started mixing and matching like a mad chemist. Listening to her gabble in the car is much better than any radio station out there. Some of the best noises, though, are unintentional. For example, she can be a great snorer.
Now it's March, Spring's around the corner (though you wouldn't know it by looking out the window today), and hopefully some warmer weather will come in to dry out all this sickness that everyone's getting. I know Lydia's tired of wrestling with her crazy parents and their icky medicine syringes.
For me, this past month has been a whirlwind. Everybody has just been so sick, including me. There was some serious downtime for each member of the family. Even Miss Lydia had to fight off both an ear infection and two crazy parents trying to stuff medicine down her throat. She's very good at the latter.
We changed her morning breakfast from bottle only to a mix of oatmeal and applesauce with a bit of milk to wash it all down afterwards. The first couple of days she looked at me like I was nuts but on the third day she was scarfing the oatmeal like a ravenous baby bird, though she still gets quite excited when the milk is offered up at the end. It's like a dessert. Bonus if she scores the spoon to play with once she's full.
Though not crawling yet, Lydia figured out her own way to be mobile: roll. Once she realized rolling actually got you somewhere new, rolling around seemed 'worth it.' The trick was to position herself in such a way so she would roll to what she wanted. This takes some strategy. It's like the knight piece in the game of chess.
Speaking of rolls, Lord, does this girl have 'em. All along her arms and especially her legs she is rolled like the Michelin man. Sometimes when she's chillin' with her toys on the floor I'll just massage those legs. She has such great skin. For a while I was wondering what the feeling of her skin reminded me of and one day it hit me -- warm pizza dough. Not that mix stuff; the handmade kind of dough that you lay to rise on the counter. There's a taughtness to it right before you roll or throw it out into a flat pizza shape. Wonderful.
Lydia finally had two new buddies show up in her life -- her bottom teeth. They peeked through the last week of January. At first she wasn't sure what to make of them. She would constantly push at them with her tongue as if to get them out of her way. She's used to them now and enjoys gnawing on hard stuff to see what damage she can do. The chair I'm sitting in now has little teeth scrape marks on one of the legs.
It was a very vocal month for Miss Lydia. She started off with the 'daa' sound and she was a big fan of that for quite some time. So was The Husband. After a few weeks she found 'baa' and 'maa' on the same day and from there she started mixing and matching like a mad chemist. Listening to her gabble in the car is much better than any radio station out there. Some of the best noises, though, are unintentional. For example, she can be a great snorer.
Now it's March, Spring's around the corner (though you wouldn't know it by looking out the window today), and hopefully some warmer weather will come in to dry out all this sickness that everyone's getting. I know Lydia's tired of wrestling with her crazy parents and their icky medicine syringes.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
a seven month taco
Miss Lydia is now a whopping seven months old! During her seventh month she also entered the new year of 2009. Suddenly, June and her first birthday does not seem that far away.
Soon after she entered into her seventh month Lydia experienced the whirlwind that is the Holiday season. She is always keen on being the center of attention, and she got her wish multiple times over the course of those few days.
Once the Holidays were over and it was back to the normal routine, a notice appeared outside Lydia's daycare room warning us parents to watch for signs of RSV (a respiratory virus) since one of her buddies had been diagnosed with it. "Ahh, great," I thought. "Just watch Lydia be the one to come down with it."
That Sunday the three of us were gallivanting around Birmingham when Lydia's little post-nasal drip cough started to turn into something worse and she started to look worse real quick. The next day she was diagnosed with a respiratory infection and that silly thing just did not want to go away. She still has a slight cough, in fact, and so do I.
It was the second of three times we were at the doctor's office that Lydia finally did something I never thought she was going to do. We were waiting on the doctor so I propped her up in a sitting up position and in her enthrallment at my buttons and scarf, she forgot to fall down! She started sitting up! I was so pleased I started taking pictures on my four year old phone's camera. (Hint hint ho ho to The Husband -- I DO need an iPhone for moments like this!)
Lydia was on the mend just in time for her cousin's Dedication at her church in Auburn. She got to dress to the nines and impress many people, plus the added bonus of playing with her cousin, who is now showing as much interest in Lydia as Lydia shows in her.
One day Lydia came home from daycare with a new syllable -- "Hieee-dahh-dahh." Sometimes she whispers the last "dahh-dahh" bit -- "HIEE-dahh-dahh." This is The Husband's favorite thing she does.
"Say it! Say, 'da-da,'" he'll prompt. She grins at him and will usually oblige. They feed off each others' smiles.
Soon after she entered into her seventh month Lydia experienced the whirlwind that is the Holiday season. She is always keen on being the center of attention, and she got her wish multiple times over the course of those few days.
Once the Holidays were over and it was back to the normal routine, a notice appeared outside Lydia's daycare room warning us parents to watch for signs of RSV (a respiratory virus) since one of her buddies had been diagnosed with it. "Ahh, great," I thought. "Just watch Lydia be the one to come down with it."
That Sunday the three of us were gallivanting around Birmingham when Lydia's little post-nasal drip cough started to turn into something worse and she started to look worse real quick. The next day she was diagnosed with a respiratory infection and that silly thing just did not want to go away. She still has a slight cough, in fact, and so do I.
It was the second of three times we were at the doctor's office that Lydia finally did something I never thought she was going to do. We were waiting on the doctor so I propped her up in a sitting up position and in her enthrallment at my buttons and scarf, she forgot to fall down! She started sitting up! I was so pleased I started taking pictures on my four year old phone's camera. (Hint hint ho ho to The Husband -- I DO need an iPhone for moments like this!)
Lydia was on the mend just in time for her cousin's Dedication at her church in Auburn. She got to dress to the nines and impress many people, plus the added bonus of playing with her cousin, who is now showing as much interest in Lydia as Lydia shows in her.
One day Lydia came home from daycare with a new syllable -- "Hieee-dahh-dahh." Sometimes she whispers the last "dahh-dahh" bit -- "HIEE-dahh-dahh." This is The Husband's favorite thing she does.
"Say it! Say, 'da-da,'" he'll prompt. She grins at him and will usually oblige. They feed off each others' smiles.
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