Wednesday, November 12, 2008

3..2..1..Cast Off!

OK, so I know that was cheesy, but I don't care! It's gone! Here's the story (from a Facebook note I wrote).

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Hallelujah! It's gone! And my son finally smells good. I need to post the pics and video clips that I took to document the process. Maybe soon. Anyway...

We went in this morning, and the x-rays showed that he had a lot of new bone growth (yay!), so he got the OK to get the cast off. The doc told us that even though Josh might be excited to get the cast off, he would probably get angry once it was actually coming off (it seems that many children scream during the entire removal process). He also said that he would be really scared to use his leg(s) - probably wouldn't even want to try for 2-3 days. And that it would take about 4 weeks before he was able to use his legs normally (and might still be walking with a limp even then). So I won't be calling to have them come pick up the wheelchair tomorrow or anything.

So the nurse (tech?) comes in and shows Josh the cast cutter, and you could tell he was really nervous. Once she started cutting, he cried for just a minute. But once he realized it really didn't hurt at all (and actually kind of tickled), he watched, fascinated. He had a few moments of concern (when she was cutting close to the diaper area), but overall he did really awesome. The nurse was really impressed with how calm he was - she said the last kid she cut a cast off of screamed the whole time. My Joshy, such the good little patient. There was another kid who came into the room next to us as we were getting Josh ready to go, and he started screaming from the get-go.

When we got home, he sat on the couch for a while. Then Chris gave him a hair cut and my overachieving, energetic child decided to try and walk (with Daddy's help). He had already been moving his leg some in the car on the way home as well. He took a nice long bath, and after that he was scooting around on the floor for a bit (like when he was in the cast). At one point he ended up rolling over and getting up on his knees, but that hurt him pretty good. I was afraid he'd try to do too much. He took a long nap, and enjoyed the evening sans cast. He still wants to sleep on his back and have extra pillows in the bed (he usually is a tummy sleeper), so we're just trying to make him as comfortable as possible with getting him back on his feet.

Thanks to all who have prayed us through this - God is good!

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And now for pictures:


Today's the day!
If only I'd known he could fit in his little chair a few weeks ago...
He was determined to get around - by the last couple of days he was trying to walk (with assistance, of course. Well, mostly.)
The last time having to wear the cast in the car seat.
Wheeling him in...
He wanted to play on the floor of the Dr.'s office immediately.
The X-Ray:
Feeling really nervous now...
The tech demonstrating the blade to show it won't hurt.
He cried at first...
But once he realized it didn't hurt, he was fine! It actually tickled him.
Now he's watching intently. Plus she just cut off the dowel rod, which he got to keep as a souvenir.
Now for the pliers.
And step two - cutting through the cotton.
Look Mommy! It's my foot!
Ewwww.
The remains. We could have taken it all home with us, but I thought a picture was enough. And the souvenir rod.
The lollipop reward.
The result of 6 weeks worth of no lotion:
Here's a better look.
Daddy gave him a hair cut post cast removal and pre-bath. Isn't he cute? He even tried to stand up and take a few steps. Already!
Can't get enough of the walking - so he used Mamaw as his walker to get him to the bathroom.
Just look at that face.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

The Pumpkin Patch

So a MOPS friend of mine has a U-Pick Pumpkin patch that she and her husband run, so we went there a couple of weeks ago. There's just something special about picking out a pumpkin from its home on the ground rather than a store shelf. The boys had a great time, and we ended up with a nice family of pumpkins.

The pumpkin stand (so cute!):

The hayride that took us out to the patch:
Can you believe I forgot to bring jackets? I had only one (Josh's), so my mom used it to cover the baby's ears. He was perfectly content in the carrier because he loves chewing on the strap.

George really wanted to pick up a big pumpkin, but it proved to be more difficult than he thought.
What do you think of this one?
The wagon pulls double duty.
Despite the lack of pumpkin picking ability, Josh was delighted to find that there was something he liked even better.
Couldn't see it? It was this. A bug. What could be better?
A family photo op. And the boys with their pumpkins, back at home.
My pumpkin carving prowess on display (don't be too impressed - I actually messed up on it and a couple of days after carving we had an evening with strong winds and the face fell out of it. Oops!)
We enjoyed some toasted pumpkin seeds from this pumpkin as well. I would show you the other pumpkins, but we did not end up carving them as planned (Chris' was going to be Larry the Cucumber and the boys' would have been the French Peas - hadn't figured out Blake's yet). Maybe next year we'll do a better job of planning the pumpkin carving activities.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Monday, October 27, 2008

9 Months Already?!


Time is flying! How can Blake be 9 months old? On a side note, they say give yourself 9 months to get the baby weight off, since it took you 9 months to put it on. I'm still carrying 15 pounds of baby weight, so I need to get my tush in gear. Back to the baby talk.

Stats:
Weight: 20 lbs (exactly!)
Height: 28 3/8 inches
50th Percentile across the board

My darling little baby is mobile (God help us!). He's not crawling, per se, but he is doing army maneuvers like he's on a serious mission. Which he usually is. His MO is to get to any possible item that is not baby friendly. Oh, is that something I could choke on? I must have it! Could I be electrocuted? I must put it in my mouth! Will I bonk myself in the head with it? Then I must hold it and swing it around! He is really close to full-on hands and knees crawling. He gets up on all fours and rocks a lot now. And close behind that will be the pulling up. He's already shown interest in that activity. What do I have to say about this? SLOW DOWN! You don't need to do it all at once, sweetheart. Take your time and just slowly master one thing at a time. Hmm. I don't think I'll get my way on this one. He is determined to be in the action.

I have set up the Superyard in the livingroom as a means of limited freedom. He can move around in there with a variety of baby safe toys. And at first, that was acceptable to him. But now, when I place him in "his" space, he gets a bit irked with me about it. And big brothers only want to be in there with him (or throw their toys over the top to him, since he likes them so much). Today I took a 2-minute potty break and came back in the livingroom to find both of them in there with him. Keep in mind, there is no opening in this pen. So I asked how they had gotten in there. George had slid over the top off of the couch arm, and Joshua had scooted in there underneath the bottom (while someone held it up for him). So there were 3 kids, an exersaucer, and various toys in this tiny little space. It was hilarious, and had I been thinking I would have snapped a photo. And in my mind I projected myself forward a few years and could only shudder at the idea of the kinds of mischief that will be carried out so stealthily and swiftly by my curious and ingenious offspring.

Blake seems to like most foods at this point. I try to get 3 solid meals a day in him, but it usually ends up being 2. He has only just been introduced to finger foods, and delights in doing it himself (go figure). I need to step up my game in the feeding department - I would like for him to get the same standard of nutrition that I gave his brothers during their first year. But it is really tough.

Blake is a spitfire, but he is also delightful, silly, smart, fiercely curious, independent, sweet, and so cute I can hardly stand it. He is a little blonde-haired, blue-eyed blessing. We are so grateful to have him in our lives (even though he has made things significantly more challenging!). Babyhood is racing by at an alarming rate. I'm trying to cherish the moments and hold on to the memories (and document them, though I have failed miserably to make note of his milestones - oh, the guilt!), but all too soon he will be racing around here trying to keep up with his big brothers. *sigh*