Archive for March, 2008

Overheard – The Force

Friday, March 21st, 2008

Her: Can you make me some frothy milk with vanilla (squinty cute face included).

Him: Incredulous Do you KNOW what you’re asking…I mean, Vadar is on his ass.

Her: Oh. That’s right. It’s okay, wait unitl after the Deathstar is blown up. It’s cool.

Him: No. No. It’s cool, I mean THIS time Luke might not make it…he just might not use that force. I mean it is his DAD shooting at him, could you imagine if I were shooting at Jack, blah, blah, blah

Her: under her breath Goddamn you apple tv, goddamn you straight to hell.

Tubes Dude – With apologies to my brother

Wednesday, March 19th, 2008

Newsflash: I have a younger brother. When we were young he was constantly sick…check that, now that we’re old he’s still constantly breaking bones (ask him about his shoulder the next time you see him, go on, ask), so, I guess his ongoing tour of primo emergency rooms in the US continues.

Zeke was ALWAYS getting ear infections. I remember because it was always like, “hey Zeke, you look a little red, wait a minute, don’t pass out from that 105 DEGREE FEVER, oh. wait. It’s just another ear infection…ice him down, he’ll be fine”

Poor little dude. Zeke’s doctors diagnosed his ear problem as “unusual” and “rare” he had “stalactites and stalagmites growing in his eardrums.” I still don’t understand it, but we all had the images of them from his ear x-rays. There they were clear as day…little rock-like formations in my brother’s ears.

I remember the odessey my family took to get Zeke some of those “new fangled” tubes. I think we ended up at Children’s Hospital in Philly for the surgery and how nervous my parents were. And oh I remember the drama if you got the poor kid’s ears wet. The silly putty ear plugs and the no-fun beach time. God. That sucked.

And then, poor Zeke, there was that episode with the He-Man Sword and the eardrum. Word to the wise, it turns out that small boys should NOT be given anything smaller than their ear canal, or their nasal passageways for that matter, because just maybe, said small boy might need to stick that small and pointy object, in their ear, or up their nostril. Now I am not saying I know anybody who has punctured their ear drum with a He-Man sword or visited the hospital TWICE to have popcorn kernels removed from their nose. AND I certainly don’t know someone who still has a tiddlywink stuck way up in their left nostril. Nope, no one that I am related to, no way.

*God, I so want to make an “I HAVE THE POWER” joke and somehow tie it into tiddlywinks but I can’t seem to make it work, thoughts?*

So yes. I know my way around an eardrum. Eustation tubes and I, old pals.

When Jack was on his third ear infection in so many months I pushed for a referral for an ENT. “Wait,” said our pediatrician, “he might outgrow it…” and lo, 3 weeks later the child has another ear infection, a double doozy it seems (his ears are GREEN, no lie) and lickity-split we’re in the ENT offices.

After a faster than the speed of light examination and a hearing test, where we determined that the kid couldn’t hear a damn thing, we ended up with the head of Pediatric ENT surgery at Mount Siani telling me that normally he doesn’t recommend immediate intervention but in this case he’d like to get Jack into surgery in the next 2 weeks. Fine, “sign us up “was my exact response.

April 7th. Tubes dude. Tubes.

Marching of the Dimes

Saturday, March 8th, 2008

Last year we didn’t dare participate in the March of Dimes due to the RSV threat, which was at def-con level III all winter and spring.

This year, it’s a different story.

Jack is going to be walking (and yes, the child is walking, right now he’s doing it with an empty Sierra Nevada bottle in his hand, but you know, whatever makes the kid go, right?) and so am I.

I suspect we may have a grandmother or two in tow as well…

Donations of any size are welcome. Know that your donation will help babies like Jack, and families like us and that we are forever grateful for your love and support.

Thank you.

Greek Baby

Sunday, March 2nd, 2008

My son is speaking in tongues – “Upa” he says. That’s all he says anymore. “Upa” – over and over again. Our backs hurt with lifting him “Upa…”

We’ve started saying “OPA!” back at him. It may be confusing to him that we are referencing the greek goddess of plenty – or saying the word “up” with such great enthusiasim, but he’s rolling with it.

In medical news Jack is firmly on the growth charts for his actual age for really real:

1) 72nd percentile for height
2) 30th percentile for weight
3) 9th percentile for head circumference

For a long time the doctors had been telling us that Jack’s head was in the 3rd percentile…turns out there is no 3rd percentile, they were lying to us so we wouldn’t freak out…so it’s kind of good that that his head grew.

We’re not too worried about the head thing, we know someone else with a head like a pixie and he seemed to turn out pretty okay.