The spoken word of the day: bubble. Or I should say "BUBBLE!!!"
Heard where/when: bath time, as Will submerged the cup we use to rinse his head upside down and turned it on its side so that the air would pop up (makes a pretty good bubble noise). I taught him how to do this, and he's learning, lots of trial and error - so when he does get the bubbles he gets very excited.
The word of the day that I now understand: toes.
I don't know why, but we haven't been particularly focused on naming body parts...until very recently. In this case, Will is a very quick study, and many repetitions of "head, shoulders, knees and toes" have helped. As we went through the most obvious body parts today (head, ears, nose, mouth, eyes, tummy, feet, and toes...), Will went right for his toes for the first time.
This is going to be fun :)
Friday, March 27, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
A little health check and "mmmmmm, bagel"
After the drama that has been the last 6 days, I figured I had better post the news from the visit to the pediatrician yesterday. :)
Will has gained back 1 pound (1/2 of the weight that he lost). He is still on a horribly bland and boring diet (woo hoo, we can add chicken! no milk until the weekend). He was a bit of a bear to keep entertained while we waited for the doctor (we did lots of head, shoulders, knees & toes, and I'm a little teapot). He was a little freaked out at the scale, and pushed back when the doctor looked in his ears. This is really only notable because he sat on multiple scales and had about 3-4 different people look in his ears on Monday without an ounce of protest.
The only other note is that we had a longer conversation about ears and ear infections (yes, remember...before we had the stomach/dehydration drama we had an ear infection?!). The plan is to hold steady - no action now that cold/flu season is winding down. If we end up in the same boat next fall/winter, we will send him for a hearing test, see how he does, and if we agree, send Will to a specialist to "talk tubes". Our pediatrician is actually very conservative, so I feel good about her take on things. As she said - look, if I felt you needed to see a specialist, I'd be the first person to recommend a specialist. And she's right, based on our experience with her, she absolutely would.
So...Mr. Will is back to himself, mostly. He's tearing up the joint, he's antsy, he wants to explore, and be outside and chase the cats, and learn. He's still tired, but his appetite is coming back...which brings me to my last little story for this post.
This morning I decided we'd take a little trip "out" before I started work for the day. Off we went to Starbucks for a mocha for Mommy and a plain bagel for Will. Will took his job of carrying his bagel from the car to the house very seriously (he's such the helper these days!). Into the high chair he went, and we chatted, as Will motored through bits of bagel. The conversation was punctuated with "more! more! more!" (translate - Mommy, please. You are NOT putting bites of bagel on my tray fast enough and I'm HUNGRY!) and then..."mmmmmm, bagel". I just stared. I love being Will's mommy. :-)
Will has gained back 1 pound (1/2 of the weight that he lost). He is still on a horribly bland and boring diet (woo hoo, we can add chicken! no milk until the weekend). He was a bit of a bear to keep entertained while we waited for the doctor (we did lots of head, shoulders, knees & toes, and I'm a little teapot). He was a little freaked out at the scale, and pushed back when the doctor looked in his ears. This is really only notable because he sat on multiple scales and had about 3-4 different people look in his ears on Monday without an ounce of protest.
The only other note is that we had a longer conversation about ears and ear infections (yes, remember...before we had the stomach/dehydration drama we had an ear infection?!). The plan is to hold steady - no action now that cold/flu season is winding down. If we end up in the same boat next fall/winter, we will send him for a hearing test, see how he does, and if we agree, send Will to a specialist to "talk tubes". Our pediatrician is actually very conservative, so I feel good about her take on things. As she said - look, if I felt you needed to see a specialist, I'd be the first person to recommend a specialist. And she's right, based on our experience with her, she absolutely would.
So...Mr. Will is back to himself, mostly. He's tearing up the joint, he's antsy, he wants to explore, and be outside and chase the cats, and learn. He's still tired, but his appetite is coming back...which brings me to my last little story for this post.
This morning I decided we'd take a little trip "out" before I started work for the day. Off we went to Starbucks for a mocha for Mommy and a plain bagel for Will. Will took his job of carrying his bagel from the car to the house very seriously (he's such the helper these days!). Into the high chair he went, and we chatted, as Will motored through bits of bagel. The conversation was punctuated with "more! more! more!" (translate - Mommy, please. You are NOT putting bites of bagel on my tray fast enough and I'm HUNGRY!) and then..."mmmmmm, bagel". I just stared. I love being Will's mommy. :-)
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
What day is it?
Saturday 4:45pm to right now have pretty much been a blur of throwing up, cleaning up, not sleeping, worrying, checking in, worrying some more, trying to get some sleep, feeling a bit better, checking out, and getting home.
Will caught a stomach bug at some point last week - it didn't actually "appear" until Saturday at 4:45 when Will woke up from his 2nd nap of the day and threw up all over the crib. Sorry for the mental picture there...Anyway, to make an extraordinarily long story short...the stomach bug was not so bad on Saturday night (there was sleeping!) and seemed pretty mild on Sunday (trip to the pediatrician included). Sunday evening was worse, but Will slept from 7:30 - 11:30. Then the downhill trip began. Trip included multiple hours awake in the middle of the night, a call to the night nurse at the pediatrician's office, and some sleep (not enough). It ended with me carrying a very sad, pretty lethargic, definitely dehydrated William into the hospital around lunch on Monday to be admitted. They had already tried to do an IV in the pediatrician's office without any luck, so thought it best to get us to the hospital. Will was patient, he was quiet, he cried (sobbed really) when it hurt (5 tries to get the IV), but one of the hardest things for me about all of this was when the nurses at the hospital said "he's lost his fight" as they put him in a gown, took his temp, put him on a scale, looked in his ears, listened to his chest, felt his belly, and he didn't even protest a little. I still get tears just thinking about it. All 3 Bostroms spent the night in the pediatric ward last night, thank goodness for wonderful doctors and nurses, and for IV fluids!! We are home, we have the usual Will personality back (90% anyway), and we will see the pediatrician tomorrow to get our marching orders for the next several days and so she can give him the "once over" 24 hours after he's gone off the IV fluids. It is pretty scary to see a vibrant little personality so quickly become "defeated" because he's sick.
Will caught a stomach bug at some point last week - it didn't actually "appear" until Saturday at 4:45 when Will woke up from his 2nd nap of the day and threw up all over the crib. Sorry for the mental picture there...Anyway, to make an extraordinarily long story short...the stomach bug was not so bad on Saturday night (there was sleeping!) and seemed pretty mild on Sunday (trip to the pediatrician included). Sunday evening was worse, but Will slept from 7:30 - 11:30. Then the downhill trip began. Trip included multiple hours awake in the middle of the night, a call to the night nurse at the pediatrician's office, and some sleep (not enough). It ended with me carrying a very sad, pretty lethargic, definitely dehydrated William into the hospital around lunch on Monday to be admitted. They had already tried to do an IV in the pediatrician's office without any luck, so thought it best to get us to the hospital. Will was patient, he was quiet, he cried (sobbed really) when it hurt (5 tries to get the IV), but one of the hardest things for me about all of this was when the nurses at the hospital said "he's lost his fight" as they put him in a gown, took his temp, put him on a scale, looked in his ears, listened to his chest, felt his belly, and he didn't even protest a little. I still get tears just thinking about it. All 3 Bostroms spent the night in the pediatric ward last night, thank goodness for wonderful doctors and nurses, and for IV fluids!! We are home, we have the usual Will personality back (90% anyway), and we will see the pediatrician tomorrow to get our marching orders for the next several days and so she can give him the "once over" 24 hours after he's gone off the IV fluids. It is pretty scary to see a vibrant little personality so quickly become "defeated" because he's sick.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Keep your fingers crossed...we decided, or maybe I decided, I don't remember, that it might be time to try another sleeping arrangement for Will when we travel. The pack n' play is great when 1. they're really little, 2. you're traveling by car. Not so great when 1. you travel by plane and/or 2. they get bigger. I sincerely wish someone had told me this when we were pregnant!
So I purchased a lovely little contraption called a "pea pod". I'd heard about it from my sister-in-law, and hoped that it just might do the trick for us. Turns out you need to buy the pea pod "plus" if you'd like to be able to use it past age 2, but it seems like a great idea. It comes in a great flat little package, has an air pump for the mattress, and is a little tent (really, it is like a pint sized pop up tent!). Took it out of the box yesterday and Will crawled right in. Put the mattress down with a crib sheet on it, and Will put his head down on the mattress and said "night night". YES! That's EXACTLY IT Will!!
This weekend's experiment is to let Will take his naps in the pea pod, hoping that we can use it for our trip to see family in a couple of weeks. Well...turns out, that since he CAN climb out of it, he will. Shocking, I'm sure. BUT - after being rocked to sleep, Will is currently passed out, in the pea pod in his room....not so bad for a first try. :)
So I purchased a lovely little contraption called a "pea pod". I'd heard about it from my sister-in-law, and hoped that it just might do the trick for us. Turns out you need to buy the pea pod "plus" if you'd like to be able to use it past age 2, but it seems like a great idea. It comes in a great flat little package, has an air pump for the mattress, and is a little tent (really, it is like a pint sized pop up tent!). Took it out of the box yesterday and Will crawled right in. Put the mattress down with a crib sheet on it, and Will put his head down on the mattress and said "night night". YES! That's EXACTLY IT Will!!
This weekend's experiment is to let Will take his naps in the pea pod, hoping that we can use it for our trip to see family in a couple of weeks. Well...turns out, that since he CAN climb out of it, he will. Shocking, I'm sure. BUT - after being rocked to sleep, Will is currently passed out, in the pea pod in his room....not so bad for a first try. :)
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Busy, and frustrated
Those are probably the 2 best words to describe Will these days. He is constantly on the move - now that he's walking, we can rarely get him to sit still. He picks up an item (ball, block, toy, remote, blackberry, bucket, etc) and will carry it until he finds just the right spot to deposit it for safekeeping. The good news is that he's really predictable on his "safekeeping spots"!
One of his new favorite places to hang out is the spice rack in the kitchen. When we re-did the kitchen, we put in a slide out spice cabinet next to the stove (I know - exactly the wrong place to put it, but it was the only place it would fit!). Anyway...it is a great spot for Will to hang out and re-organize the bottles. He takes them out one by one, shakes them to see what kind of sound they'll make, and of course puts them right back - in a completely different location in the rack. Not a problem...except for the fact that I'm a complete nerd and I have alphabetized the spices so that we can find them (we have a Penzey's addiction!). For the moment, I've given up on the organization.
And now for the second word - frustrated. Will is on the brink (I think) of a verbal explosion. He's doing well with the signs and the words that he knows, but more and more often he's trying to tell us something and is getting mad when we don't figure it out. He's pointing at more things and trying to get us to name them, and is very obviously understanding a LOT more than he used to. "Out" is his latest word - used for out and for open - most often to get us to open the door so he can go outside and walk laps in the driveway.
We have video and a few pictures, so will try to get them posted.
One of his new favorite places to hang out is the spice rack in the kitchen. When we re-did the kitchen, we put in a slide out spice cabinet next to the stove (I know - exactly the wrong place to put it, but it was the only place it would fit!). Anyway...it is a great spot for Will to hang out and re-organize the bottles. He takes them out one by one, shakes them to see what kind of sound they'll make, and of course puts them right back - in a completely different location in the rack. Not a problem...except for the fact that I'm a complete nerd and I have alphabetized the spices so that we can find them (we have a Penzey's addiction!). For the moment, I've given up on the organization.
And now for the second word - frustrated. Will is on the brink (I think) of a verbal explosion. He's doing well with the signs and the words that he knows, but more and more often he's trying to tell us something and is getting mad when we don't figure it out. He's pointing at more things and trying to get us to name them, and is very obviously understanding a LOT more than he used to. "Out" is his latest word - used for out and for open - most often to get us to open the door so he can go outside and walk laps in the driveway.
We have video and a few pictures, so will try to get them posted.
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