Seems like an appropriate day for a post. Sadly, no picture today... busy days lately. Ryan reached a significant milestone yesterday. He rolled from his tummy to his back! His nurse was so excited that she sent me a text while I was at gymnastics with Sadie. I didn't see him do it, but he did it 3 times yesterday so it may not be a fluke. I've been feeling like he wasn't progressing with tummy time, but in typical Ryan form, he gets me worried then pulls through.
Yes - you read it correctly - I took Sadie to gymnastics. I was NERVOUS! She hasn't been around big groups of kids since last June when she finished her gymnastics classes. She enjoyed the class, but said she'd like to try ballet next time. I enjoyed watching her, but can't say I felt too comfortable sitting around the viewing area with the other moms. I felt out of place and anxious. I literally did not say 2 words to anyone. I felt like the shy kid I was in highschool. They were talking about their houses, kids, traveling, 'nanny issues', and oggling (is that a word!?) over a mom with a brand new baby (a gorgeous mom of 4 yes 4 gorgeous children). Yep. That's me over in the corner listening to every word, but not participating in the conversation. All these moms knew eachother, so that was one of the main reasons I didn't pipe up, but at the same time, in the back of my mind I didn't want to get into the 'small talk' of what's going on in our lives. As soon as I say our son was born at 24 weeks, it's the same questions, followed by an "I know somebody who had their baby early and he was fine." Usually the "I know someone" stories are about someone born at 30+ weeks. One day I'll be more comfortable with it, but for now I don't mind living in my silent bubble and surrounding myself with people who 'get it'.
Another update is that I called Sick Kids to check how the process is going for Ryan's g-tube and apparently he has been triaged, and he's the next outpatient on the list to receive a date. I don't know when we'll get the date, but at least it's good to know he is next. In the back of my mind I hope he 'pulls a Ryan' and starts taking his bottles well enough so that he doesn't need the surgery afterall... a girl can dream right.
I'm starting back with my 'sweat therapy'... aka my gym membership. I could tell my body and brain was missing my regular workouts, especially after this week when Ryan decided to go on a bit of a sleep strike (possibly a growth spurt, teething,... um being a baby...). Had a good interval training class tonight, which I hope can become a regular occurrence.
One 'problem' we've been having lately is that Ryan laughs too much... odd problem to have, I know. But when he's having a tube feed, we're often face to face with him, and he needs a lot of entertainment to pass the time (a feed takes almost an hour). So, we start by making him smile, however, apparently we are all quite funny looking and he starts laughing. The problem is that laughing makes him puke. Puking is bad because it can cause fluid to get into his lungs. Our issue now, is to entertain without allowing him to laugh too much - up to half an hour after his feed. How fair is that. His laugh is awesome btw.
One final tidbit is about our drive to North York today. A nurse comes with me and she sits with Ryan in the back seat to keep an eye on his sats and tubes, and to keep him entertained. His oxygen alarm kept ringing off so while I was driving I was telling her things to look at (his tubing, the wires, his toe where the sensor is, and to listen to see if the tank was leaking). She looked at all the stuff but he was still alarming. I pulled over to take a look myself and found that the tank wasn't even on. Big fat oops for both of us. The best part of the story is that we were driving for a good 5-7 minutes and even though the alarm was sounding, his numbers weren't terribly low, and he was still pink and happy. That's a good sign that the ol' lungs are improving.
That's all for now. Upcoming 'events' include a possible outing to a friend's house for dinner on Saturday, and I might do a training session at Mt. Sinai to become a parent buddy (to help other families from the NICU).
Happy Valentine's Day tomorrow!
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