Mom-dork

I'm not one of the cool kids anymore. Oh, who am I kidding? I never was one of the "cool" kids... though I suppose there were a few years where I thought I was one, and even now some days when I need a reminder that I'm not....

which brings me to yesterday.

I had an appointment which wasn't terribly child friendly, so Hubby took care of the little ones while I was out and about. It was the first time since the baby's arrival where I was driving my car without at least one of the boys with me.

The weather was beautiful here, so I had the windows down and the sun roof open.

No kids in the backseat meant I could listen to music not written for toddlers, so I dug out an old favorite CD and popped it in, cranking up the volume.

So there I was driving down the road, windows down, hair blowing, music blaring noisily from the car speakers... when I remembered I'm not cool.... not even a little bit.

Frankly, I'm sure I looked ridiculous.

I drive a dusty ten-year old Chrysler with two car seats in the back. I just had a baby, and anyone looking at me would not be surprised to hear it. The music I listen to is not current or popular. Basically, I'm a dork. A thirty-seven year old Mom-dork in an old car, listening to old music that impresses nobody.

But, then I thought about it and I decided that I don't care. I may be a Mom-dork of epic proportions, but I'm a happy one. I have so much to be thankful for, and at the top of that list is the family I drove home to.

Ear Trouble...Again

Little Guy has had trouble with his ears since infancy. He was only four months old when his left eardrum burst. After that it seemed that the ear infections never really went away. We'd clear one up only to have another almost immediately. Antibiotics were being prescribed so often, that some of them stopped helping. Our pediatrician recommended that we meet with an ear/nose/throat specialist to have tubes put in his ears.

The first round of tubes were inserted in June of 2009. During that procedure, the ENT doctor noticed something wrong. There was a small cluster of cysts on Little Guy's right ear drum. The technical term was cholesteatoma, and left untreated - could have meant hearing loss, nerve damage and a lot of other ugly stuff. Little Guy had a follow up operation in August of 2009. His ear canal was too tiny, so they had to cut all the way behind his ear to get to the eardrum and remove the cysts. The stitches started at the very top of his ear, and curled around the back of his ear, stopping at the base of his ear lobe.

The picture on this post is of the two of us after his procedure was completed. He had to wear the bowl thing so that he wouldn't dig at his stitches.

He healed rapidly, with only one complication. Another cyst began to form within the line where the stitches were healing. This cyst was not cholesteatoma, we were assured. It was not a big deal.

It still bothered me, and I nagged the doctor about it several times. In December of last year, our pediatrician did an ultrasound and confirmed that it was harmless.

Miraculously, the thing began to shrink this spring, and now is hardly noticeable (where once it had grown to the size of a grape). I'm no medical professional, but this seemed like good news to me. However, we went in for a routine check up yesterday and the doctor said he's concerned that the cyst is now growing into Little Guy's head. His exact words were, "burrowing under his skull".

To say that this freaked me out would be the understatement of the year.

We have scheduled a CT scan and after that is complete, the doctor will know more about the scope of what needs to be removed. We have a really good doctor. I have a lot of faith in him. After all, he was the one who found the first little group of cysts when the other doctor had missed it completely. We have good insurance, so the cost will not break the bank. Most importantly we have faith that God will watch over our Little Guy and get us through. Generally, he is a very healthy kid, and this should not set him back much (if at all).

But I'm his Mom, and he's my Sweetheart, and so I'm scared and nervous just the same. It probably doesn't help that I'm still a little emotional after the birth of our second little sweetie. I know that this is not the end of the world, and that there are people out there dealing with so much more than I. I am so blessed, and I am thankful daily for all the wonder that my life holds.

So last night, there I was - holding the baby, and sitting next to Hubby. Little Guy could tell something was wrong, and he crawled up into his Daddy's lap and said, "Let's give Mommy a big hug, all together!" And that's what they did..... and in that moment surrounded by the love of my little family - I felt so much better. It's going to be allright.

Half Over

Today begins the sixth week of my blissful maternity leave - which means I'm just about half way to the end.  Though I enjoy my job, and will be happy to go back... I'll also really REALLY miss staying home and snuggling my Tiny Man.

I've been lax with my posts.  Sorry about that.  My day to day life has been full of small but wonderful tasks... feeding the baby, diapering the baby, snuggling him and less fun (but still important) things like cleaning and napping.

Here are a few photos of our newest addition.  He makes our little family complete.

In Awe

He has my toes, but otherwise he's a tiny clone of his Daddy.  He makes the sweetest little noises when he's eating (which is often).  His favorite place to nap is in Mommy's arms. I love to snuggle him and cuddle him and watch him sleep.  When he's not sleeping, he watches us with wide curious eyes.  When he sleeps, he smiles.  I know they aren't "real" smiles, but they give us a sneak peek of smiles to come, and they warm my heart.  He's healthy, content and beautiful. He makes our little family complete.



He's still brand new, but he has his Mommy (and everyone else) wrapped around his little finger already.

He is proof that we are blessed, and our thankfulness knows no bounds.