Lots of things to think about and say.
Monday morning we went for another growth ultrasound and checked the baby. And since it was a day off school and too early in the morning for a babysitter, we had to drag the kids along. I made them sit in the hall, luckily there were hardly any other women in the waiting room.
Anyway, Dinkypie was 22 weeks gestation, and ta-daahhhhhh drumroll please---measures 23 weeks, 3 days. They think he is already 1.3 pounds. Amazing! I know that growth measurements by U/S can be off, but still, he's a big baby. Just like my other guys. My BP is 110/65 and my his heartrate and mine were both good. No protein on the peestick. One little concern?
He's breech and apparently likes it that way because every U/S shows him that direction. I'm know we have lots of time and he will likely move several times, but I have to admit, I hate the thought of breech because here every breech baby is automatically a c-section after the term breech study the hospital participated in. And c-sections aren't risk free walks in the park either. Complications for baby and me mean a worse recovery and well, you just know I wouldn't be the woman with the section that goes like a zipper! More like a jagged butter knife. Personally, I think that babies can turn, even during labour and I don't want to schedule anything and make assumptions, but gahhh....after 2 vaginal births, I know I could successfully do this, sigh....getting ahead of myself again, aren't I?
I spent the rest of the day with the kids, and Mac had a little friend over for a playdate, so we all went tobogganing in the park. Okay---technically I stood in the cold in my big boots all bundled up and watched them go down the hills. I kind of feel guilty that they haven't been doing very much outdoors since I'm wiped most of the time and my husband has been very busy with work so he hasn't taken them anywhere.
I'm trying to register them for some good March Break & summer camps this time, give them a better time than last year. Maybe make a few playdates with parents who actually let their kids go outdoors or something. Yes, between the horribly wet icy slushy weather and the cloudy doom and gloom---it's been crappy to get out, and I have made zero effort. Too tired. Bad mommy award.
Couldn't help but notice this and this in the news. Read them....I'm not sure whether to be amused at the rewriting of facts in the first article, or confused about the last bit in the second article. Apparently she is writing "two adult novels, the first of which will be about the shenanigans of parents of private-school children". Well, on behalf of private school parents--trust me, we're not that different from public school parents, kind of normal actually. Based on what I know of parents at other private schools---they'll be a lot of made up stuff, exaggerated, overblown. I know the real life people who love their kids and actually want to take care of them won't make enough "shenanigans" for her, so I assume some very nice people will get hurt. Shameful, IMO.
Mac's appointment in the urology department of Sick Kids to followup on his testicular torsion was this morning. I insisted on seeing the staff doctor, not that there was much point---even after I explained the whole crazy story, they kept telling me that at this point they have no idea whether it will ever happen again, or if there is any diagnostic test that can predict it, or even if he is fully okay and recovered now. They think he might be fine and they think he has no scar tissue, but no one can tell for sure.
I'm so glad my tax dollars are at work. (frustrated grinding of teeth....)
I need to find another pediatric urology department at another hospital and ask them a few questions. Maybe get some different answers---so I can sleep at night.
I want to stay up and watch the Super Tuesday results roll in, but I have a feeling I'll be drooling on my pillow by that time. I hope I can anyway.