The Unexpected: The Pediatrician

Friday, May 15, 2009

The Pediatrician

I cannot believe I forgot to post about Collin latest check up.
He went Tuesday
He is 23lbs8oz and 31.5" tall, he is still so darn petite if you ask me. He got his MMR#1 and his chicken pox vac. The nurse and pedi both want us to start weaning Collin off the sippy and onto an open mouth cup. Something Thomas had completely had done by the age of 2-on his own.. So today we started with the open mouth cup:

Also, I had asked about Collin's lack of verbal communication, and explained how he doesn't even babble much, just the occasional ba and da sounds.. and the only word he says is ball, heck he doesn't even say mama or dada anymore...
Oh and our pediatrician had a stroke back in Dec/Jan. We realized at the 15 mo check up He is a lot "worse" than we had been led to believe. He has no use of his left arm at all. He lost soooo much weight. He just looks ill..

We realized we may have to find a new pediatrician in the next year or so.. I really do not want to switch. I have never heard of anyone around here (or anywhere) having a pediatrician as laid back as mine. One who isn't everything must be by the books...

And just so I don't have to start another post, Thomas is going to the pediatrician tonight, Tom is taking him as I will be at work.. He has a really big bite on his leg.. It hurts really badly to the touch. Tom popped it, as it looked like a pimple, with a really big head and the pus that came out was gross.. We are worried, as we think its what caused Collin's toe

infection..

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TrishMay 15, 2009 at 11:40 PM
I remember you being pregnant! How has he gotten so big so quickly!?
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I am Nicole. I am a 24 year old SAHM to three wonderful children, Thomas, Collin, & Bailey. I am very happily married to the love of my life, Tom. Tom is 7.5 years older than me, but some how we were meant to be. We started dating sometime between March and May of 2000 and were married on May 7th, 2005. We are both recovering heroin addicts. I am attempting and struggling to lose weight. I wish it were baby weight but it's not. It doesn't help I have a terrible addiction to smoothies, ice cream, and Reese's.

This is my oldest son Thomas. He is 5. He started kindergarten this year. If he isn't in school, he is wanting to play video games. And if he isn't playing video games, it's because I got on his case. He loves learning. He loves imaginative play. And he still loves his mommy. And still gives kisses and hugs in public. Our only problem is his constant whining. And I mean constant. Speaking of, if anyone has any ideas to stop the whining, I'd be very grateful. Ignoring the whining is just not working.

My once silent little 2 year old. Though he is in speech therapy, and not everyone can understand him, he is the sweetest little boy. Until you tick him off. He has quite the little temper. He is a very independent little boy, usually found playing by himself. Every thing needs to be on his terms or you will get an earful. Even with his temper and his need for everything to be his way, he will stop whatever he is doing if someone is crying, hurt, or sad. He will come and offer kisses, hugs, smiles, and laughter.

My one year old baby girl. This girl is the funniest to those she is comfortable and seems like such high maintenance to those she doesn't see as often. Almost anything can get her lip to quiver and tears to fall. Even being as sensitive as she is, she loves to giggle and play. She is always stealing phones to say "'lo" and "buh" or the remote to switch channels anytime someone is paying more attention to the television than her. There are so many little things about her I love, but she hasn't quite found her place yet. My favorite time of day with her is right before nap time and when she does wake during the night to nurse. There is something about still breastfeeding her that makes me still feel she is an infant, instead of a toddling child.