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FBF: A Great Year (and some HSBA news!)

Welcome to Flashback Friday!

It has been a great year.  A weird, busy, crazy, good year.

As many of you know, I had the above baby a little over a year ago.  He was a surprise from the very beginning.  We didn’t think we were having any more children.  Not that we didn’t want any more, but it just didn’t seem to be happening.  After having a miscarriage early in 2007, I just thought it was not to be.

But then the spring of 2008 brought the news that we were, without a shadow of a doubt, expecting a baby.  This time the pregnancy was healthy and made it past the first several weeks.  I was thirty-five years old.

Most of my pregnancy was wonderful.  I was healthy and energetic and because I was so busy all the time with the two older kids, it went by fairly quickly.

However, during the last trimester, I started having signs of pre-eclampsia again.  I had this with my first, Bonny Annie, twelve years earlier.  Generally, women only have this condition with a first pregnancy, but because I hadn’t been pregnant in eight years, my body apparently had forgotten my other two pregnancies.  I was already scheduled to have a c-section anyway, so my doctor just closely monitored my blood pressure and the baby’s growth, which can sometimes be stunted by this condition.  The baby was small, but he didn’t see any cause for alarm.

On November 19, 2008, we drove to the hospital to deliver our baby.  Jackson Henry was born around 8am, weighing five pounds, one and half ounces, and he was sixteen inches long.  He couldn’t breathe on his own or regulate his blood sugar.  Later that day we were told they thought he had an enlarged heart, an enlarged brain, and possibly some chromosomal issues.  He was placed in the NICU, and they began to run test after test.

It was the longest day of my life, and the start to the longest week of my life.

However, as the week progressed, so did our baby.  Almost every test they ran came back negative.  Jack Henry was small, but he was healthy and beautiful and strong.

Then on Thursday, November 27, 2008, Thanksgiving Day, we got to bring him home.

Yes, it has been a very great year. 

And yesterday, it got just a little bit better because I was officially announced as the winner of the Homeschool Blog Awards Funniest Blog for 2009!

I am overwhelmed.  Thank you so much to everyone who nominated and voted for me.  It is such an honor!  Make sure you click on the icon above and check out the winners for all the categories.  Some mighty fine blogs won, and I’ve had a lot of fun perusing them.

Mr. I

Mr. I is Jack Henry’s new stuffed animal.  Dirty Harry and I bought it for him from the the Vanderbilt’s Children’s Hospital gift shop last Thursday when Jack Henry was having an MRI.  Isn’t that a great name for a skeleton bear?  When it is actually commemorating the day you had an MRI?

Yes, the baby had an MRI.  Just for fun.

Not really.

You see, you may remember almost a year ago, when Jack Henry was born, he was in the NICU for a week.  He was small, only a little over five pounds, because he was a tad early and because my blood pressure had spiked at the end of my pregnancy, causing my placenta to basically quit feeding him.  He had some breathing issues and some blood sugar issues.  Then, while he was in there, they found a heart murmur.  They also thought his chest cavity and head were large.  So they ran tests.  Lots and lots of tests.  And Jack Henry passed them all with flying colors.  The Cap’n continued to see a cardiologist for a couple of months, but the murmur eventually went away, and we were given a clean bill of health.

On his regular visits to his pediatrician, you know they do all those measurements, and his head kept coming up larger than normal and a little out of proportion with the rest of his body.  I was completely non-worried about this because Dirty Harry has a big noggin too.  His head as an infant was always off the charts.  Plus Jack Henry is developing normally, aside from being slightly behind in gross motor skills.  But his doctor always was a little uncomfortable with the measurements.

Finally, at his nine month appointment, she told me that he needed to see a radiologist.  The measurements kept creeping up, and she wanted to have it checked out and rule out some things.

“What things?” I asked.

Basically there were two main things that could cause his head to be larger than average:  a mass and fluid.  She assured me she didn’t think it was a mass at all because a mass large enough to cause abnormal head growth usually affects development as well.  Fluid would mean he was hydro cephalic.  She didn’t say much about that, so I went home and researched on my own, and he had no other symptoms.

So, all in all, I felt they were just going to have a little look-see inside my baby’s brain.  His slightly larger-than-normal brain.

Well, the results were exactly what I thought.  Jack Henry is normal.  His head size is normal for him, and there are no problems.  Except….

His lateral ventricles are slightly larger than normal, which is basically about as significant as having a slightly larger than normal big toe.  *Sigh*  I knew they’d find something else though.  Basically these ventricles are where fluid couldleak into the brain area.  They could be just the size that’s normal for him, or they could be under a bit of pressure, which can’t be measured.  So now our pediatrician wants us to go see a neurosurgeon.  It’s the textbook thing to say.  I predict that he ‘s going to look at the kid’s ventricles and tell us to come back if X, Y or Z begins to happen,  and then he will leave work and go buy a Harley Davidson with what he just made from our insurance.

I didn’t feel like talking about all this before because…well…I don’t know….I guess it sort of makes it more real, the more people you tell.  One has to keep explaining things over and over and over again, and eventually, even if the Lord has given you a sense of peace, it starts to sound scary.  Now, however, I just want to ask you to pray.

Could you pray for that sweet little face, that we could once and for all get all of this resolved?  All of this makes you a little weary when you feel in your heart of hearts that your child is healthy.  I suppose it gets even more weary when your child is not healthy.  Perspective, I guess….

And while you’re at it, he’s having minor surgery later this month to repair a hernia.  You can pray for that too if you’d like.

Thanks.

A (Home School) Teacher Work Day

Yes, we need them too.

The following are good reasons for a home school teacher/mom to take a work day…

  • The house is a mess.
  • Mountains of laundry are cropping up.  It’s particularly bad if you can hardly reach the knobs on the washer.
  • You threw a party celebrating your daughter’s 13th birthday over the weekend where you entertained and fed about 20 of her friends.
  • Four of the friends spent the night at your house on Saturday.
  • Your son played in a baseball tournament on the same weekend in a town over an hour away.
  • On Sunday your baby screamed in the car all the way to said town because it was just the two of you.  Usually he has someone in the back seat to entertain him.  You pull over on the side of a country road three times to stick his pacifier in his mouth.  He waits until you’ve just pulled back out on the road before he continues his lament.  You try handing him everything within arm’s reach:  a diaper, a plastic spoon, a hat, the cigarette lighter.  Nothing works.  You’ve never been so envious of the dead opossum you passed on the side of the road, and you vow to never be alone with him in the car again….even if it means picking up a hitchhiker.
  • It’s September.  The ragweed counts are high.  You’re highly allergic to ragweed.  You’re dying.
  • The Bears play their season opener on Sunday night.  They lose.  To the Packers.  You cry yourself to sleep and wake up groggy.

Just one or two of the above reasons would make a good case for canceling school today to focus on your house, your lesson plans, your sinuses, on why your life is so lame that you cry over an NFL game.  I, however, have ALL of those reasons.

It is 9:10 AM on Monday.  All of my children are still in their beds.  And I don’t care.

Today I’m Zombie Mom.

I had something completely different in mind to post today, but it was actually going to take a bit more of my brain than I have access to this morning.  I think I’m running on about 30% right now, although I’m halfway through with my coffee, so I may be reaching 35% shortly.

Last night Cap’n Jack Henry woke up at about 10:30, when I was heading to bed and decided to stay up until almost 1:00 for no other reason than to chew on my pajama shirt and watch the last episode of “Lost”, season 4.  It was a brutal two hours….both here in my house and on that island.

I think he was a tad wound up from having watched President Obama’s address earlier in the evening.  He could hardly take his eyes off the television, and every time the crowd clapped, he clapped too.  I would firmly try to hold his excited hands and say, “No, no Jack Henry.  We do not clap about universal health care.”  But it was to no avail.  He still clapped.  He still watched.  And then later he had night terrors.

Poor baby.  Poor me.

So, my picture thought for the day is this….

…how can someone so cute be so mean at 12:30 in the morning?

Jack Henry: What Will He Be?

One of the most fun things about having a baby is watching him grow and develop into a little person.  One with his own quirks, his own likes and dislikes.  I can’t help but wonder as I watch and interact with Jack Henry on a daily basis what he will turn out to be

A marine biologist?

A computer “geek”?

A world traveler?

A zoo keeper?

A rock star? (Or a hair stylist?)

A scholar?

A podiatrist?

Ahhhh….the mysteries of life…..but alas, I have no more time left to ponder them because, speaking of Jack Henry, he is calling me from his crib, demanding to be fed.

(A dairy farmer?)

School Pictures

I am not a photographer.  I have a point-and-shoot camera.

Big D is a photographer.  He has not one, but two, top of the line SLR cameras.

But Big D has a life, and I do not, so when I saw that this week for the….

 

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…was school portrait week, I knew I would have to try to photograph my kids, because there is no way in our busy week that I could ask Big D to drag out his backdrops and tripods and such.

Here are my results…

Bonny Annie, my oldest, is smart, creative and fun.  Her academic strength lies in the language arts areas, yet she wants to be a missionary doctor someday, and is aptly fascinated by science.  She loves to read and be crafty.  She likes to watch good movies, Meet Me in St. Louisbeing an all-time favorite.  She loves drama…on stage and off.  She is a blackbelt in Tae Kwon Do and wins medals at every tournament she attends.  She takes great care of her baby brother and nitpicks the middle one.  She is turning 13 in just a couple of weeks.  That scares me.  It scares me badly.

Dirty Harry, my middle child, is athletic, sensitive and hilarious.  His favorite subjects include reading, history, science and spelling.  He doesn’t like math, but he’s a grade ahead of where he’s supposed to be.  He loves Legos and the Wii.  When he grows up he wants to be a professional baseball player, but if that doesn’t work out then he wants to be a Navy chaplain.  He is also a black belt in Tae Kwon Do and is currently playing on a nine year-old travel baseball team for our town.  He thrives in dirt, sweat and grime. 

Cap’n Jack Henry, my baby, is in pre-pre-pre-pre K.  He is happy, hungry and loud.  He likes books, teething rings and stuffed animals.  He will be a year-old in November, but how can that be???  He was only a little over five pounds at birth, but he’s more than tripled his weight since then and all of the problems that the doctors anticipated when he was in the NICU for a week have dissipated as he’s turned out to be a healthy, thriving young un’.  He is a joy and fills our days with laughter….and diapers.

And that’s it.  Those are the students who grace the corridors and desks of Hilltop Academy, drinking our milk and breaking our chalk. 

I am blessed.

We Were Teaching Him to Count….Honest!

Jack Henry has recently discovered table food.  He has a pretty mighty gag reflex, so we’re taking it rather slowly.  Since the other two were in this stage, Gerber has marketed a wonderful starter food:  the puff.

The puff is truly genius.  It’s not too sweet, so you don’t have the guilt of letting your baby stuff himself with Fruit Loops or the like.  And then it disolves very quickly, so it’s virtually impossible to choke on them.  They also come in a wide variety of baby-friendly flavors, our favorite being sweet potato so far.

We’ve come up with a new function of the puffs though that I think the world should know about:  learning to count!  By accident, we discovered that if you lick the puffs they stick quite readily to the skin.  Observe….

We would never just randomly stick food to our baby’s face without a purpose, so we told him that was ONE.  One puff, Jack Henry.  There is ONE puff sticking to your forehead.

Let’s give him a second to grasp the concept…

Feel the one.  BE the one, Jack Henry!

Okay, now TWO….

Awww!  What a cute two!

Now THREE….

Uh-oh.  We have a problem with three.  Better move the whole operation…

There.  That’s better.  THREE…

I think he’s getting it!

I tell ya’, Sesame Street has nothing on us.  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go over some algebraic functions with Bonny Annie using spaghetti and meatballs….

 

Where it ALL Happens…

(A quick side note before I jump right in here…..Sheesh!  I’ve been trying to blog since Sunday night.  We started back-to-school on Monday…more on that later…and I have not had a spare minute since it seems.  Sorry.  I think I am going to have to start getting up at 4:30am to blog.  Or maybe hire a nanny.  I’m not sure, but I’m going to find a way to be on here more regularly!  Promise!)

Okay, now on to business…

 

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This week the theme for the Not-Back-to-School-Blog-Hop is school rooms.  I have had a lot of fun perusing the pictures that everyone has posted of their rooms and such.

We are trying something new this year…the dining room table.

I have never liked the idea of doing school at the table.  Mainly because before Cap’n Jack Henry came along and took up a lot of our space, we had a whole bull-honkin’ school room.  I also didn’t want my dining room/kitchen space to look like this all day long….

But this is the way it has to be for right now.  As you can see, our living room (in the background) is home to much of Jack Henry’s “stuff”, so it just makes sense for us to be down here where he can be entertained.  The kids and I all have totes that we keep the books and manuals that we will need for the day, so it makes clean-up in the afternoons easy.

The above was a picture from our first day back to school.  It went fairly smoothly.  We only had two major meltdowns.  Jack Henry did great.  He spent part of his day at the table with us eating reading a book.

I found a little basket that we already had and filled it with small plastic cups.  It made a great table organizer for all the odds and ends that we need throughout the day.

Chalk?  Chalk?!  Why would we need chalk?  Well, because this messy area is going to be a wall chalkboard by next week…

Yep!  The whole wall…I can’t wait.  That area has been a dead zone in our house for a while, a total catch-all for clutter and junk.  Now, at least it will be functional.

Of course even with all the new bells and whistles of the dining room, the kids still find other places to hang out and do their work.

There’s our loft, complete with overflowing bookshelves and the comfy denim furniture…

Both of them have their own desks in their rooms where some work gets done…

Above is Bonny Annie’s desk, obviously.  I’m not the only pirate fan around here, you can see.  It’s in our blood. 

I’m sorry I can’t show you Dirty Harry’s desk.  It is…well…umm…dirty.

They also like to read in their beds.

Bonny Annie again.  I could show you Dirty Harry’s bed, but then I’d have to shoot you.

And then, finally, one of my students occasionally does his lessons on the sofa….

Sorta.

Good gravy.  I can NEVER send that one off to school, can I?

 

Readers Are Leaders.

That is what we’ve always told our older two children.  Fortunately our encouragement has paid off, and both of them enjoy reading and do it often.

If my title statement is indeed true, then Jack Henry will probably be President of the United States someday.

Indiana Mimi, my mother, has said from almost the time he was born, “That Jack Henry….I think he knows things.”

I don’t know.  Maybe he does.  Maybe he’s wondering right now what inspired Dr. Seuss to write such a compelling piece.  Perhaps he’s contemplating his excellent use of alliteration.  Or maybe he’s more drawn to the art work and is trying to decode the abstract color themes.  Hmmmmm….

I suppose there’s a chance that his thoughts by now have taken an even deeper turn.  He may be wondering if AT&T really did help Kris Allen with a controversial win over judge-favorite Adam Lambert on “American Idol.”  Or it’s possible he’s thinking about how proud he is of the Ford corporation for not taking bail-out money.  I’ll bet he may even be envisioning how attractive “Jack Henry in 2048″ will look on a yard sign of red, white and blue.

Ya’ know, now that I think about it, he’s probably just wondering when I’m going to get this big piece of cardboard out of his hands, stop taking pictures, and change his stinky diaper already.

Aye-aye, Cap’n!

He Laughs Like a Human.

The other day I was doing something around the house when I heard through the baby monitor that Jack Henry was awake.  Since I couldn’t get to him right away, I asked Harrison to please go entertain him for a few minutes.  It wasn’t long before I heard peals of laughter coming from this tiny person.  When I went up to see what was causing all the hilarity, Harrison informed me that Jack Henry now laughs like a human.

According to Harrison, laughing like a human involves more than polite chuckles or simple “huh-huh”‘s that his baby brother usually demonstrates.  It is more maniacal, more out-of-control.  It takes your whole face to pull it off.  Drool is optional.

Yesterday I was holding Jack Henry, and I thought I’d try my hand at making him “laugh like a human.”  I pulled it off.  (Jack Henry is very ticklish.)  However, I found that taking photos one-handed of a convulsing, chuckling six month-old is difficult.

You get a lot of blur.

And eventually you have to give up because your baby is not laughing anymore and trying to grab your camera.

So, my question is do you just laugh, or do you LAUGH LIKE YOU’RE A HUMAN?  I figure if you’re going to do it, you might as well go all out….

…even if it makes you blurry.

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