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One Year From Now

Michele

Life with a preemie #20

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In April we started taking Timothy out amongst the dirty, unwashed masses of Costco and Target. A family of four young children attracts much more attention than a family with three children, particularly when those children talk as much as mine do. Never met a stranger! Wonder where they learned that from? ;)

I have noticed that since we've moved into 'large family' status people's filters have loosened up and we get far more advice/comments than we did when we just had three. Some of these words are helpful and some of them not so helpful.

 

Life with a preemie #19

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All the kids are in bed. I just laid Timothy down in his cradle and as soon as his head hit the mattress he started rooting around for his thumb. I was hoping that he would learn to suck his thumb because he never got the hang of a pacifier and he NEEDED to learn to self-soothe. The thumb-sucking, although challenging when he's older, is a huge step for him in sleeping through the night, which he started doing regularly last week.

My littlest boy, who was born 1lb 13oz and so very fragile, is now 12lbs. His belly button no longer sticks out out an inch from his body. He smiles and coos at me and loves to watch my sunglasses on top of my head. He eats what seems to me a HUGE amount but that might be because I've never had a bottle-fed baby so I couldn't measure. He still only poops maybe a couple times a week but the pediatrician assures me this is fine and will probably change when he starts solids over the summer. He is out-growing his clothes at an alarming rate, but thanks to the Ollechs we have plenty more!

 

 

Life with a preemie #18

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This morning, after returning from a pediatrician appointment for Timothy, I walked from the garage through the laundry room and started singing to myself (to the tune of I'm Dreaming Of A White Christmas) "I'm dreaming of some clean laundry... that will fill the drawers not floors... where the baskets are empty and children will have underwear..."

You may or may not have noticed that it's been several weeks since I last wrote an update on our life with Timothy at home. Well, ya know, we've been kinda busy! Jeremy's mom was visiting for five weeks and after she left I noticed a huge change and it happened very quickly. Having an extra adult around is wonderful!

 

 

Life with a preemie #17

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I was aware that our stay in the NICU would deeply affect our family for a long time to come, but I don't suppose I really understood how that would play out practically until this last week.

Yesterday I had to go to the doctor for an iron test. I got in the car and drove down to Clovis Community, where our general practitioner has an office. They have a snazzy new parking garage so I pulled in to park. As I looked for a carpark I noticed that I was breathing faster and my heart was racing. I was starting to have an anxiety attack. I couldn't imagine what could be causing it until I parked the car and looked around. The new parking garage is almost identical to the one I parked in every day for over 80 days at Fresno Community. I had to talk myself into actually getting out of the car, reassuring myself that I wasn't going to visit Timothy but just going to my own doctor for a basic test. I've read that a lot of parents, particularly moms, that have children in the hospital for long periods of time suffer from varying levels of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I can easily imagine how that might be true.

 

Life with a preemie #16

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As I type I have one foot resting on the edge of the bouncy chair, gently bouncing Timothy who is wide awake but not very restful. The bouncing seems to help him chill out a bit. I have many memories of Jeremy bouncing a baby in the bouncy seat while eating dinner. It's the one baby accessory I brought with us from NZ when Nathan was a baby. Unfortunately I sold that one and so we purchased another one at a garage sale. Don't tell Timothy it's pink.

Life at home has definitely changed since we brought Timothy home on Tuesday! It's always a time of adjustment when a new baby enters the family, but I've noticed some differences compared to when my other babies came home from the hospital. This time I have three other children, all of whom TALK. There is 3.5 years between Timothy and Nathan which is by far the largest gap I've ever had between kids. When I brought Nathan home Emily was only 18 months old and wasn't talking. It was a lot quieter then. Now I have three other children asking question after question, wanting to know what's going on. Whenever I change a diaper there are often two or three other heads trying to see what's going on. Nathan, of course, is busy naming all of the anatomy that he sees, noticing similarities and differences with himself.
 
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