1. Wooden Spoon
2. Shoehorn
3. Alphabet magnet of the letter "L"
4. Wooden puzzle pieces of numbers "1" and "7"
5. Plastic shovel
6. Plastic rake
7. Empty paper towel roll
And yes, Ian does have his very own plastic hockey sticks. Apparently we need one for each room.
3.30.2011
M-day
David's MRI is next Monday.
I've been disproportionately stressed out this week, and I think it's because the spectre of the MRI is hanging in the back of my mind.
I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around this. I've never had an MRI and certainly never seen a baby have an MRI, so I don't really know what to expect.
I'm pretty nervous about the sedation aspect. How do they sedate babies? And then there is the whole fasting thing.... [shudder]. Not feeding a baby for six hours isn't a big deal in the grand scheme of things, but I'm pretty sure it will feel excruciating in the midst of it.
A part of me is thankful that we are getting the MRI done so soon. I long for more information about David's condition and prognosis, and this is the best way to get the details.
I guess I am also thankful that God has found a way to remind me of my powerlessness. I am looking at all these unknowns as a challenge to remember that I am not in charge of the universe. To be honest I think I'm a little angry with God on that point -- I did five months of bed rest, darn it, don't I get to be in charge of everything now? At least in charge of my family? No? Well.... fine.
I'm still trusting in His plan, though.
On an interesting side note, the other day I was watching Mr. Rogers with Ian, and a young wheelchair basketball player made an appearance to teach Mr. Rogers some arm stretches. Mr. Rogers asked the boy why he had to use a wheelchair, and the boy said that he was born with a tumor on his spine that damaged some of his nerves. Um, wow. That was timely.
I've been disproportionately stressed out this week, and I think it's because the spectre of the MRI is hanging in the back of my mind.
I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around this. I've never had an MRI and certainly never seen a baby have an MRI, so I don't really know what to expect.
I'm pretty nervous about the sedation aspect. How do they sedate babies? And then there is the whole fasting thing.... [shudder]. Not feeding a baby for six hours isn't a big deal in the grand scheme of things, but I'm pretty sure it will feel excruciating in the midst of it.
A part of me is thankful that we are getting the MRI done so soon. I long for more information about David's condition and prognosis, and this is the best way to get the details.
I guess I am also thankful that God has found a way to remind me of my powerlessness. I am looking at all these unknowns as a challenge to remember that I am not in charge of the universe. To be honest I think I'm a little angry with God on that point -- I did five months of bed rest, darn it, don't I get to be in charge of everything now? At least in charge of my family? No? Well.... fine.
I'm still trusting in His plan, though.
On an interesting side note, the other day I was watching Mr. Rogers with Ian, and a young wheelchair basketball player made an appearance to teach Mr. Rogers some arm stretches. Mr. Rogers asked the boy why he had to use a wheelchair, and the boy said that he was born with a tumor on his spine that damaged some of his nerves. Um, wow. That was timely.
3.20.2011
Various and Sundry
- After two pregnancy losses, my friend Heather has decided to give up being miserable for Lent. She writes a beautiful post about it here.
- Lindsay at Suburban Turmoil treasures her little princess and mourns that girls lose that sense of preciousness.
- This post about a disaster survival kit, published a few days before the Japan earthquake, now seems very timely.
- Don't forget about the March for Babies!
3.08.2011
Hi, gang.
Just an update to say I'm surviving. Boy, life with two kids is hard. I love my boys, though. I can't imagine life any other way.
I feel like I've recovered from my C-section, but I'm having trouble recovering from the months of bed rest. I just don't have any stamina. I want to be active and chasing Ian around the house, but I really just feel like sitting on the couch all day. I'm hoping that regular exercise will help. Right now I'm taking a hula hoop class, which is fun but brutal.
I'm still carrying 20 pounds of baby weight. That's a bit hard to accept. With Ian, I didn't gain a lot of weight even though he was 9.5 lbs, so I was down to my pre-pregnancy weight within a few weeks. This time around I have a harder journey ahead of me. I'm nursing, and I feel like I'm hungry all the time, but the weight isn't melting off. For now I have a closet full of clothes that don't fit.
In fun news, David rolled over from tummy to back tonight!
Just an update to say I'm surviving. Boy, life with two kids is hard. I love my boys, though. I can't imagine life any other way.
I feel like I've recovered from my C-section, but I'm having trouble recovering from the months of bed rest. I just don't have any stamina. I want to be active and chasing Ian around the house, but I really just feel like sitting on the couch all day. I'm hoping that regular exercise will help. Right now I'm taking a hula hoop class, which is fun but brutal.
I'm still carrying 20 pounds of baby weight. That's a bit hard to accept. With Ian, I didn't gain a lot of weight even though he was 9.5 lbs, so I was down to my pre-pregnancy weight within a few weeks. This time around I have a harder journey ahead of me. I'm nursing, and I feel like I'm hungry all the time, but the weight isn't melting off. For now I have a closet full of clothes that don't fit.
In fun news, David rolled over from tummy to back tonight!
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