He is NOT going to be happy with us...

We have to take Dominic tomorrow for surgery. He is getting,... how shall I put this....snipped.

See, Lil' Dominic had an inguinal hernia that the hospital neglected to tell us about and was only caught by my pediatrician. That discovery led to a trip to the surgeon. So the surgeon tells us that she will just tidy things up in that area when she operates on the hernia. HOWEVER, his hernia had other plans, and decided to close up shop on it's own. So the surgeon wanted to follow him and keep an eye on it. Well, at this rate, he would be in high school before she gave us the green light. So we asked our Ped to do it, and he said no, now that he is almost a year old.



So off to the urologist we went, and after some back alley bribery, he agreed to do it. Just kidding, no money exchanged hands. Well, at least until the bill comes.



By the way- this is how I caught him in the playroom. He already looks worried.

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You Go Dominic!!!

I have been a little concerned about the Dom.

He had high Apgar scores at birth, but he just does things at his own pace. Would not take a bottle until 38 weeks, then sucked it dry. My mother thinks he inherited my lazy bone.

Until yesterday, at 9.5 months (6.5 months adjusted) he WOULD not roll over. Just would not do it. Would go side to side- but the tummy was not a place he wanted to be. Put him on his stomach and all hell would break loose.

Yesterday- he just rolled over like he had been doing it for years. He also cut 2 teeth yesterday- both broke thru at the same time. Very efficient I must say.

I wonder if it's the introduction of the "Chicken Noodle" dinner. We finally got the green light for "meats". Not that they should be called that since they resemble pureed dog food.

Now if the chicken noodle got him to roll over- perhaps a nice filet mignon will get him to walk?

Exersaucer on time out

The developmental specialist from Early Intervention came today to check out the kiddos. I apparently am the ONLY mother of 29 weeker preemies whose kids were not accepted by EI. The only reason I even have a DS come to the house is because they "conditionally" accepted Aspen because of her stiff joint issue- but I am responsible for treatment myself, they would not provide services. Fine- because there is a 5 month waiting list for therapy thru them anyway. They evaluated Dominic and Ryan again (3rd time) and they were denied again (3rd time). I can't even get on the waiting list!

So, on one hand I am very pleased because the DS said they are right where they need to be for their adjusted age and that they are not behind in any way and they are doing great. ON THE OTHER HAND- I'm ticked. I have every right to ensure that my kids catch up to to where they need to be by age two. That fact that they are right where they need to be for their adjusted age is great- but I want to make sure that every opportunity for them to catch up to their actual age is available. Don't insult me by telling me "funding has been cut therefore preemies are not automatically accepted". BULLSHIT.



Here's a suggestion to solve your "budget issues" -comment edited to avoid causing a riot and major political debate.



So now I have turned into PISSED OFF PROACTIVE MOM. If I have to eventually resort to matchbook negotiations (a very effective tactic to help individuals see my way - courtesy of my father)- I will do so. I can be a GIANT pain in the ass when the need arises. Thank goodness my insurance will cover OT and PT while I drive EI crazy.



So, the only bit of advice I got from them today was to keep Dominic out of the exersaucer because he keeps his legs extended (which is making him quite unhappy). Gee thanks

Holy Toes the Sequel

Well, I guess I should say Holy Socks Part 1

I am still having sock issues with Dominic. Now I can't even leave him unattended with socks on his feet. I walked into the playroom and he had his socks shoved in his mouth, flapping out of his mouth like a turkey wattle.

This is my fault. I am being paid back because I made fun of a girl in grade school who used to wear socks with those gawd awful jelly shoes (the ones that made your feet stink and rocks would get caught in the heels). I swear life is all about karma.

So now Dominic is on sock restriction. Now he feasts on his pajamas and shirts. At least these stay attached to him.

They want to put everything in their mounths. It's like I have 3 Hungry Hungry Hippos and it's a race to see who can chew the most. I am a Pier 1 addict and now everything is getting boxed up until they are in college. (Hey- if they had Pier 1 Anonymous, would they burn Pier 1 candles during the support groups?).

We are even having a problem with Moo. The other day, we defrosted chicken- since that is all I eat- I may as well move to a farm. Next thing I know the cat is running past me, raw chicken hanging from his mouth . I then have to play tug -o-chicken-breast to get it out of his mouth.

Well, at least I am down another pound. Cat chewed chicken = menu change / yogurt dinner.

Holy Toes!

When I was pregnant and about the size of a float in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade, I became very resourceful. This included avoiding bending at all costs. So I pretty much used my toes to pick up anything. Pens, earrings, clothes, you name it, I could pick it up with my toes. Don't be jealous. After all, I do have an unfair advantage since I did take intermediate gymnastics as a child. So the time on the balance beam did pay off.

Anyway, the problem now is that I think I passed it on to Dominic. So maybe it is a genetic thing. The boy can Houdini out of socks in 1.3 seconds flat. Short of scotch taping them to his legs, I have no idea how to keep them on his feet. On numerous occasions I have had complete strangers run up behind me and hand his socks back to me. I guess he leaves a trail of socks in public places in case we get lost. I also catch him with his oxygen tube between his toes, as well as his blankets.

It's not so much a huge problem now, but I am a little concerned about when he starts school if this habit has not stopped. I can see this conversation now..

ring ring...

"Hello Mrs. Williams, this is Dominic's teacher."
"Hello, is there a problem Miss Teacher?"
"Yesterday in the cafeteria, Dominic ate his entire lunch holding the spork with his toes, and it upset the Lunch Lady."

So I guess only time will tell. Today I found them up by his ears. Maybe he thinks they go someplace other than feet.