This week d2 had his first ER visit, which I'm certain will not be his last. I got a call from his preschool around 4:15 (just minutes before I was to pick him up) to tell me that I needed to come early because he had an accident. Those words alone made my heart sink so I didn't really hear what happened until I picked him up - that he was running in his classroom, tripped and fell into a table. When I got there, I ran (okay, partially ran b/c I just don't run much these days) into the office where he was sitting with the director. They had a sucker in his mouth (despite my adamant requests that my boys have NO candy at school but I realize he was probably hysterical so I didn't say anything) and a compress on his eye. He was calm but his eye looked AWFUL. It had already began to bruise and he had a pretty large gash underneath it that was open and "fleshy." I tried to hold the tears back because I knew that would only freak him out but it was so hard because my baby looked terrible. Like he had just been in a bar fight or something....We first took him to minor care, who didn't want to treat due to his age and the location of the wound. So we went to the ER and checked in. Luckily, D1's AWESOME aunt and uncle came and got d1 and took him home with them for dinner while we were with d2. When the doc did the procedure, I willingly left the room and let D1 take this one (you see, I took d1 to the ER last year for his first round of stitches and I endured the heartbreak that happens when they restrain your baby after a random and often "goofing off" incident he enjoyed with his dad that warranted stitches). Three hours and three stitches later, here's a picture of our lil' champ...
On another note, I went to the OB last week at 13w4d for some weird but minor side pains. My routine appointment was a week away but I just wanted to check that Baby D was okay. I have a GREAT group of docs at Piedmont Women's Health who take wonderful care of their patients (and I'm sure it helps that I'm their financial analyst!!). I saw Dr. W and after asking me some questions, he decided to get the ultrasound machine out and take a look. After looking at the important stuff like Baby D's heartbeat and my placenta, he said it looks (and sounds like) a pulled muscle. Then he said he just wanted to do a little more "looking" around...and then something "popped" out at me. Maybe he was specifically looking for something and thought I wouldn't notice but I noticed! I asked him what that was that he was just looking at and he just kind of chuckled and looked at me(you see, we had just discussed the whole gender issue before he looked and how we were PRAYING for pink). I said (very professionally, of course) "Was that a wiener?" He just left it there, looked at me and said, "Yes, that looks like a wiener to me." We then had a conversation about whether or not he could really tell this early and some other "explanations," he did say that he's not 100% sure but that he would be VERY surprised if my Level 2 U/S at 18 weeks showed anything but a bouncing, baby BOY! He then asked if I needed a minute to myself (I was alone for this sporadic appt) because I think he could see my disappointment and slight terror in my reaction. So, I am almost ashamed to admit that I cried many times throughout that day and random times since...and I hate myself for it because the most important thing is that this baby is healthy. I also know that babies are a true gift from God and no matter the sex, we will love this little one with all that we have. I think my tears were more from my shame of being so disappointed that it's PROBABLY not a girl instead of being elated that we could have another boy. I just KNEW this was a girl due to the difference in my pregnancy and so that was just a let down. I am under no assumption that girls are a piece of cake to raise or that life would be much different than with these rowdy boys but as I write this, my boys are eating a snack and SPITTING on each other as they do it and YELLING as loud as possible....I mean, little girls don't do these sorts of things, do they? I am doing much better this week (thanks to my email buddies, just-me-and-the-boys and threescompanyingreenville). I think we have actually come to an agreement on a D name. We go back in less than three weeks (on Election Day, no less) for the real thing and I hope that I'm better prepared to handle it since I have a good idea of what we'll hear. D1 and I have always wanted a little girl to add to our family but if this is not a girl, it is not to be for us because we are D-O-N-E! If anyone knows of a urologist who has a good track record of V procedures, send the referral our way!!
4 Comments:
Well maybe God will bless you with one of those really calm, laid back boys that are sweet and love their mommy! Either way you will have a wonderful family and when they are teenagers you will be thankful they are boys! Love Always, Acasha!
poor d2, I'm sorry about his eye! I'm praying the doctor made a mistake about the weiner! ha!
All I can say is Poor Baby! His eye looks really sad! Oh you are meant to have boys!! Because you are GREAT with them!!
MOMS OF BOYS ROCK!!! WE know just ask me and Nikki! :)
Hate the stitches...but d2 and W can have cool stories when they get big! Love you
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