It's official. B-Boy is 18 months old. Tell me, where did the time go?
This milestone also meant that it was time to go for the 18 month check-up. You might remember that we have been struggling with B-Boy's food... not quite sure what has caused his digestive issues. He has been off dairy for a few weeks once again, and since he really hadn't had a solid soiled diaper since our trip to Florida in December, I demanded that the doctor do some more advanced testing.
This meant two blood draws (once from his finger, and once from his arm). He did really well with the arm one, I was so proud. He cried but did not fight or squirm. It was really hard for me to hold him through that, but we both did really well. We decided to forgo any shots at this appointment, since he had just had those draws, so B-Boy was pretty happy during this visit.
We got the results during the 18 month appointment. Turns out, there were no issues with dairy! (Which now means B-Boy can have cheese again! YAY! It's been a challenge feeding him side dishes without using cheese. You try it for a week, you will see what I mean!)
All the things we thought might be an issue were not. Dairy was fine. Wheat was fine. Corn was fine. There may be a slight issue with eggs, so we will have to keep an eye on those. We still don't have a firm answer on what is going on with him, but we have an appointment with the pediatric gastroenterologist at Duke in mid-May, so I hope to have more information soon.
Ok, enough of the yucky stuff. Now for the fun parts.
We filled out a lot of paperwork, answering lots of questions about what B-Boy is doing right now. One question was does he say 8 or more words other than Mama and Dadda? I wrote them down and was surprised the answer is YES!
His words: Up, Cereal, Kitty, Kitty Cat, Shoes, Bye-Bye, Bubble, Ball, Quack, All Done and GA!
One of the questions that the doctor liked my answer to was "Do you understand what your child communicates to you?" My response?
B-Boy is in full on babble mode. He is definitely trying to tell us something! He will repeat the same cadence of babble to you, sometimes stopping and looking you in the eye as he repeats it to be sure you get what he is telling you. He then may start a different sounding babble with someone else. But when he repeats himself a few times, the cadence (sound) is always the same with each repeat. He clearly is trying to tell us something, and knows EXACTLY what that is, even if we don't.
And now the part you have been waiting for... Weight and height! B-Boy is still off the chart with height, coming in at 35 and a half inches long! (Can you believe he is almost 3 feet tall????)
They weighed him with his diaper and clothes on because he was so upset. (I think he was expecting to be given another shot!) He weighed in at 28 pounds and 7 ounces. Personally, I think he is closer to 35 pounds!
B-Boy finished the visit in good spirits as the doctor had him take of his shoes and chase a red ball in the hallway. She wanted to watch him walk and run to see if there was anything to be concerned about. B-Boy had fun doing that, and fortunately, there were no issues to cause concern.
All in all, things are good!
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Saturday, April 16, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
15 Months
B-Boy went back to the doctor for his 15 Month check-up.
The nurses were quite surprised to see how big he had gotten! They poked and prodded, and took lots of measurements.
His length? 34 and a half inches long!
His weight? 27 pounds, 3 ounces
I told the nurse that last measurement MUST be wrong, I lift him everyday, and he is at least 35 pounds! Ha ha!
One of the things they do with the data is graph it to see how he is doing compared to other kids. His weight is good, and has actually started to slow down since his is now walking. Totally normal.
His height is another matter. Baby boy is completely off the chart. The curve for the top percentile of kids is so far below his height.. it was really funny to see his data point floating so far above the curve. I will have to graph it for you so you can see what I mean.
It is funny to think that he is almost 3 feet tall- at 15 MONTHS!!! He is looking more and more like a toddler, and I don't think it will be long before he will look old enough to drive!
The nurses were quite surprised to see how big he had gotten! They poked and prodded, and took lots of measurements.
His length? 34 and a half inches long!
His weight? 27 pounds, 3 ounces
I told the nurse that last measurement MUST be wrong, I lift him everyday, and he is at least 35 pounds! Ha ha!
One of the things they do with the data is graph it to see how he is doing compared to other kids. His weight is good, and has actually started to slow down since his is now walking. Totally normal.
His height is another matter. Baby boy is completely off the chart. The curve for the top percentile of kids is so far below his height.. it was really funny to see his data point floating so far above the curve. I will have to graph it for you so you can see what I mean.
It is funny to think that he is almost 3 feet tall- at 15 MONTHS!!! He is looking more and more like a toddler, and I don't think it will be long before he will look old enough to drive!
Saturday, April 10, 2010
B-Boy's six month checkup
B-Boy went to the doctor again on Wednesday. But not because he was sick... it was time for his six month checkup!
He got weighed and measured. He is 20.2 pounds and 28.5 inches long! I think he would have been heavier, but he was eating half of what he had been while he was sick... Incidentally, he is much better now!
Neb played with him while we waited to be seen. He was trying to see if B-Boy would be interested in a small object, and if he would try to pick it up. It is a milestone skill and was on the evaluation we needed to fill out. And guess what? He can! It was really cute to watch!
He got 2 of his 4 shots and 1 liquid vaccination. He wasn't happy but after a quick bottle and snuggle, life was good again!
He got weighed and measured. He is 20.2 pounds and 28.5 inches long! I think he would have been heavier, but he was eating half of what he had been while he was sick... Incidentally, he is much better now!
Neb played with him while we waited to be seen. He was trying to see if B-Boy would be interested in a small object, and if he would try to pick it up. It is a milestone skill and was on the evaluation we needed to fill out. And guess what? He can! It was really cute to watch!
Hey Mom, look at me sitting up!
Oh, you have pincher thingies too!
He got 2 of his 4 shots and 1 liquid vaccination. He wasn't happy but after a quick bottle and snuggle, life was good again!
Saturday, March 13, 2010
B-Boy has the Croup :(
B-Boy was up for two nights coughing, and having trouble breathing. His nose was clogged and his chest sounded raspy...
God love Neb, he was up with B-Boy every time he woke up. At 3 am, he woke me really worried about B-Boy's breathing. We tried a steamy shower, the suction thingie for the nose, and more. Not much worked. He did sleep a little, but not much. Which meant Neb did not sleep much either.
Me? I think the chemical released from generating breast milk is knocking me out cold. I slept through until Neb woke me. Seriously.
I took B-Boy to the doctor on Friday, just to be sure. They weighed him... he is 19 pounds 11 ounces. Yikes! He also was diagnosed with the Croup... a yucky virus that causes a bad cough. The good news is that the worse is behind us, the first two nights are the worst. He will be ok, but we need to keep an eye on him.
Funny part was, a song I sang in the Washboard Band in college, kept playing in my head. Why? There is a verse about Croup in there. The song was called "The Twelve Days after Christmas", which was a funny slant on what happened to all the gifts from the song "The Twelve Days of Christmas"... when the relationship goes sour. The tune is different, but you can get the gist... I include the lyrics below for your amusement. The Croup comes in to the gifts on day three.
The Twelve Days After Christmas by Frederick Silver
The first day after Christmas, my true love and I had a fight.
And so I chopped the pear tree down and burned it just for spite.
Then, with a single cartridge, I shot that blasted partridge,
That my true love, my true love gave to me.
The second day after Christmas, I pulled on the old rubber gloves
And very gently wrung the necks of both the turtle doves,
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.
The third day after Christmas, my mother caught the croup;
I had to use the three French hens to make some chicken soup.
The four calling birds were a big mistake,
For their language was obsence .
The five gold rings were completely fake
And they turned my fingers green.
The sixth day after Christmas, the six laying geese wouldn't lay:
I gave the whole darn gaggle to the ASPCA.
On the seventh day what a mess I found:
All seven of the swimming swans had drowned,
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.
The eighth day after Christmas, before they could suspect,
I bundled up the . . .
Eight maids a-milking,
Nine pipers piping,
Ten ladies dancing,
Eleven lords a-leaping,
Twelve drummers drumming
(spoken) Well, actually I kept one of the drummers(girls)
Well, actually I kept one of the maids a-milking(boys)
And sent them back collect.
I wrote my true love, "We are through, love"
And I said in so many words,
"Furthermore your Christmas gifts were for the birds!"
(echo of "four calling birds, three french hens, two turtle doves
and a partridge in a pear tree.")
Ah, memories. I hope the Croup passes quickly. Perhaps I should go get some Chicken Soup?
God love Neb, he was up with B-Boy every time he woke up. At 3 am, he woke me really worried about B-Boy's breathing. We tried a steamy shower, the suction thingie for the nose, and more. Not much worked. He did sleep a little, but not much. Which meant Neb did not sleep much either.
Me? I think the chemical released from generating breast milk is knocking me out cold. I slept through until Neb woke me. Seriously.
I took B-Boy to the doctor on Friday, just to be sure. They weighed him... he is 19 pounds 11 ounces. Yikes! He also was diagnosed with the Croup... a yucky virus that causes a bad cough. The good news is that the worse is behind us, the first two nights are the worst. He will be ok, but we need to keep an eye on him.
Funny part was, a song I sang in the Washboard Band in college, kept playing in my head. Why? There is a verse about Croup in there. The song was called "The Twelve Days after Christmas", which was a funny slant on what happened to all the gifts from the song "The Twelve Days of Christmas"... when the relationship goes sour. The tune is different, but you can get the gist... I include the lyrics below for your amusement. The Croup comes in to the gifts on day three.
The Twelve Days After Christmas by Frederick Silver
The first day after Christmas, my true love and I had a fight.
And so I chopped the pear tree down and burned it just for spite.
Then, with a single cartridge, I shot that blasted partridge,
That my true love, my true love gave to me.
The second day after Christmas, I pulled on the old rubber gloves
And very gently wrung the necks of both the turtle doves,
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.
The third day after Christmas, my mother caught the croup;
I had to use the three French hens to make some chicken soup.
The four calling birds were a big mistake,
For their language was obsence .
The five gold rings were completely fake
And they turned my fingers green.
The sixth day after Christmas, the six laying geese wouldn't lay:
I gave the whole darn gaggle to the ASPCA.
On the seventh day what a mess I found:
All seven of the swimming swans had drowned,
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.
The eighth day after Christmas, before they could suspect,
I bundled up the . . .
Eight maids a-milking,
Nine pipers piping,
Ten ladies dancing,
Eleven lords a-leaping,
Twelve drummers drumming
(spoken) Well, actually I kept one of the drummers(girls)
Well, actually I kept one of the maids a-milking(boys)
And sent them back collect.
I wrote my true love, "We are through, love"
And I said in so many words,
"Furthermore your Christmas gifts were for the birds!"
(echo of "four calling birds, three french hens, two turtle doves
and a partridge in a pear tree.")
Ah, memories. I hope the Croup passes quickly. Perhaps I should go get some Chicken Soup?
Monday, February 8, 2010
Dr. Roll Foot Massage
Much to update you on today's adventures.
Today, B-Boy went for his four month check up. That meant S-H-O-T-S... :(
He got weighed, measured, poked and prodded today. I know you are curious, so I am dashing off this quick update... my appologies if it is not very entertaining today.
Before I get to the numbers, while we were waiting for the doctor today, B-Boy found his feet! We had stripped him down to his diaper and he was laying on the examining table/bench thingie... he lifted his legs up in the air. Next thing I know, he is grabbing his feet!!! He then continued to hold them and pull him toward his face. Too cute!
The doctor came in and said B-Boy was right on track for most of the developemental milestones and ahead on the rest. YAY! They measured him and both the nurses were SHOCKED at how long his was... 26.5 inches. His head? 17.25 inches. His weight? We learned from the pediatrician that his weight should double his birthweight at six months of age. Guess what? Drum roll please! He weighs 17 pounds 8 ounces! Which means he has doubled his weight in four months!!!! Yikes! He is in the 90th percentile for weight and height. Wow.
Holy moly, B-Boy is growing up! And fast... but he sure feels heavier... and that was BEFORE he ate his bottle!
B-Boy also got 3 of his 6 immunizations... one liquid to drink, and two shots. We will go back next week for 2 more shots, and then the following one for the last. I just can't put 5 needles into him on one day... poor guy. He held himself pretty well, and bounced back quickly.
We then went back to daycare... where he spent the remainder of the day. After daycare, two of his teachers held an infant massage class. To get started, we lay B-Boy on his fuzzy blanket on the floor. One of my coworkers and her husband sat next to us with her son who is 3 weeks younger than B-Boy. B-Boy must have really liked them, because the next thing I knew, he rolled onto his side all by himself to get a better look!
WOW! He did this several times, and on both sides. It is only a matter of time before he is rolling all the way...
The massage class went well. B-Boy was very relaxed afterward... as a matter of fact, he could barely keep his eyes open during his last bottle. So, the busy day has settled into a quiet night, and we are oh so grateful.
So, I hope you enjoyed the update, and that the confusing title makes more sense now. He found his feet, got a massage, rolled on his side, and went to the doctor. Odd title, but my brain is tired... was up late watching the Saints beat the Colts to win their first Superbowl! Whoo-hoo... Who Dat!
Today, B-Boy went for his four month check up. That meant S-H-O-T-S... :(
He got weighed, measured, poked and prodded today. I know you are curious, so I am dashing off this quick update... my appologies if it is not very entertaining today.
Before I get to the numbers, while we were waiting for the doctor today, B-Boy found his feet! We had stripped him down to his diaper and he was laying on the examining table/bench thingie... he lifted his legs up in the air. Next thing I know, he is grabbing his feet!!! He then continued to hold them and pull him toward his face. Too cute!
The doctor came in and said B-Boy was right on track for most of the developemental milestones and ahead on the rest. YAY! They measured him and both the nurses were SHOCKED at how long his was... 26.5 inches. His head? 17.25 inches. His weight? We learned from the pediatrician that his weight should double his birthweight at six months of age. Guess what? Drum roll please! He weighs 17 pounds 8 ounces! Which means he has doubled his weight in four months!!!! Yikes! He is in the 90th percentile for weight and height. Wow.
Holy moly, B-Boy is growing up! And fast... but he sure feels heavier... and that was BEFORE he ate his bottle!
B-Boy also got 3 of his 6 immunizations... one liquid to drink, and two shots. We will go back next week for 2 more shots, and then the following one for the last. I just can't put 5 needles into him on one day... poor guy. He held himself pretty well, and bounced back quickly.
We then went back to daycare... where he spent the remainder of the day. After daycare, two of his teachers held an infant massage class. To get started, we lay B-Boy on his fuzzy blanket on the floor. One of my coworkers and her husband sat next to us with her son who is 3 weeks younger than B-Boy. B-Boy must have really liked them, because the next thing I knew, he rolled onto his side all by himself to get a better look!
WOW! He did this several times, and on both sides. It is only a matter of time before he is rolling all the way...
The massage class went well. B-Boy was very relaxed afterward... as a matter of fact, he could barely keep his eyes open during his last bottle. So, the busy day has settled into a quiet night, and we are oh so grateful.
So, I hope you enjoyed the update, and that the confusing title makes more sense now. He found his feet, got a massage, rolled on his side, and went to the doctor. Odd title, but my brain is tired... was up late watching the Saints beat the Colts to win their first Superbowl! Whoo-hoo... Who Dat!
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