10 Months Old

A catalog came in the mail a couple of days ago that advertised first birthday party supplies. It wasn’t until then that I realized that I need to start planning for Desmond’s first birthday. It’s only two months away – and the summer months tend to fly by at a quicker rate, it seems!

But let’s talk about Dez at 10 months. This recent picture caused me to dub him my muppet baby.

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Muppet baby!

It fits, no? That wide-mouthed grin and fuzzy hair is exactly the thing Jim Henson was all about. In fact, we’re thinking of dressing Dez up as Kermit the Frog for Halloween this year.

Or, even better in my opinion – Beaker!

Desmond doesn’t have real words yet, but that doesn’t stop him from orating steadily. He raises his hand to the air to call for attention and then lets out a steady stream of babble. It’s adorable. (Except when we’re trying to watch Orphan Black and can’t hear anything over his ranting.)

He is generally a happy little guy, but he does have a temper. When something is taken away from him (usually it’s a piece of fuzz he managed to find on the ground and attempted to eat) he stiffens his whole body, puts his arms down at his sides, and lets out a squeal of rage. He is pretty quick to get over it, though, once you distract him with something else – like the TV remote.

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Yessss Yessss, now I control it all!

He loves, loves, loves the TV remote. Our cell phones and the Playstation controller come in a close second. When he spots one of these items within his reach, he starts chuckling to himself. I’m sure he is saying to himself, “Yesssss, yesssss, I will soon have them all where I want them!”

Maybe he should be The Brain for Halloween…

He still prefers the army crawl over the more traditional crawl. He spends most of his time standing now, though, with a bit of cruising thrown in (if the TV remote is just out of reach). He hasn’t quite figured out how to get down from standing, so he usually just hangs out like that until his legs get weak and he falls over. Or he whines until we finally can’t stand it anymore and help him down (and then he cries because he didn’t want to get down, stupid parents!).

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His two bottom teeth are in. One is slightly crooked, which just adds to Desmond’s charm. He’s getting more hair all the time, but the majority of it is still in the top middle of his head and it likes to stick straight up (see the part about being a muppet, above). I can no longer see any traces of positional plagiocephaly – which, whew! He still struggles with a nasty cough after his bout with RSV in April, though. He hacks like the most addicted little smoker, but it doesn’t slow him down. The pediatrician said he’ll likely grow out of it by age 2.

Food makes him incredibly happy. He will eat anything and seemingly never gets full! He is very demanding about sharing our food, particularly if that food is pizza or mashed potatoes. I now keep those little cereal puffs within reach at all times so that I can actually eat my meals.

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Mashed potatoes on his face!

Dez can clap (which he does constantly), wave (which he does sometimes), reach for people, and he is starting to hold onto me when I carry him. He is ALWAYS moving, so he crawls off of me in the middle of nursing (but then always comes back for more) and he will not stay put on the changing table!

He loves the bath. He splashes and splashes, then cries when we take him out.

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We’ve started calling him the “gateway baby” – a term I first heard from comedian Jim Gaffigan. Think you don’t want kids? You may change your mind after meeting Dez – he is THAT charming!

We love our sweet second child and can’t imagine life without him!

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Hanging with Mom.

End of Treatment!

Jack’s been off treatment for over a month! I’ve been terribly remiss in posting about it here. We took a few pictures, though. The first is his last day of chemotherapy in the clinic. The second marks the last day of oral chemotherapy altogether!

We’ve already seen a big difference in Jack. He is full of so much energy now! He has a huge (it seems to us, anyway) appetite! He’s waking up on his own a lot in the mornings rather than needing to be dragged out of bed. It’s AWESOME!

His Broviac catheter has been removed from his chest, as well. That is both good and bad. Good because we don’t have to go to the ER for a fever anymore and we don’t have to worry about dressing changes! Bad because it means now Jack needs to get blood draws with a needle from now on…

And he is deathly afraid of needles.

We tried to get labs drawn this week and it was a miserable failure. We are now looking at finding a therapist who specializes in EMDR (a therapy used for PTSD) in kids to deal with the trauma issues he has developed. We need to get this done soon and quickly! We can also try a finger prick approach, but I am not convinced that will work any better than a needle in the arm. Even if it does, he needs more therapy – his fears and nightmares (and NIGHT TERRORS) are still terrible.

So, that’s where we’re at with that. We are celebrating the end of treatment tomorrow by hosting a party in Tilden Park. Jack has come up with some cancer-themed games he wants to play and we’ll eat, drink, and toast to the fact that we survived the last 3+ years!!

Fuck cancer, y’all.

To Simpler Days!

This year is trying to get the best of me.

My grandfather has been hospitalized several times and nearly died due to advanced liver disease. At one point he was in a coma and then he was awake and started planning his memorial…then one day he got up, got dressed, and decided since he hadn’t died yet he wanted to go home. We are all shocked as hell that he is doing relatively well now! I have no idea how long that will last, though.

During one of his hospital stays, things got even crazier when my grandmother had a heart attack, coded, and was life flighted to the same hospital my grandfather was at. A stent was placed and she was released a few days later. She looked amazing, all things considered, when I finally made it up to see her and my grandfather.

While those things were happening, we were getting Jack checked out for a fever in the first of three ER visits. That fever went away after the requisite two doses of antibiotics and nothing materialized from it, thankfully.

Not too long after, though, he had an allergic reaction to a breathing treatment he’s been getting for over a year. We marched straight from the Pulmonary department down to the ER and he couldn’t wear a mask because he couldn’t breathe…he recovered before a doctor saw him, though. (He won’t be on those breathing treatments going forward…)

A couple days after that incident Jack started developing a cold – probably something he caught in the freaking ER! He’s been battling it since and a week ago we ended up back in the ER again due to another fever. It’s been over a week now and the fever doesn’t want to let go, although it’s slowly losing its intensity. Jack has been out of school all week (right when we got his IEP in place, too!).

Meanwhile, the company where I’ve worked for the last 7.5 years is being acquired. My position is definitely one of the ones that will go away, but I don’t know exactly when (maybe May?). In the mean time I’m still working when I’m not home with a sick kid. We will be fine, by the way, but it’s still a big change that I have no real control over.

Tomorrow morning I’m taking Dez to see a pediatric neurosurgeon to assess if there’s anything we need to do about his plagiocephaly (probably nothing, but maybe a helmet, unless the universe has something else in store for us).

Also, David is taking a couple of college classes and we refinanced the house and Jack is Boy of the Year for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society and the end of treatment is this week (!)…

So. I don’t even know what day it is anymore. I’m just chugging along and trying to keep my head above water. I’m looking forward to the end of Jack’s cancer treatment and life getting just a smidge simpler.

Please, let it get simpler.

Save the Date with Minted

Note: This post is sponsored by Minted.

End of treatment is approaching for Jack and we have our eyes on the prize. We’re working on planning a few things in honor of this long, hard journey coming to an end, including a party to celebrate! We’ve have a few talks with Jack about it and so far he knows he wants to eat chicken on a skewer, mashed potatoes, and apple pie.

We’re a little food focused in this family.

He has a vision for making monsters that travel around on little motorized wheels, as well. I am not very mechanically inclined, so I’m going to leave that up to David to figure out! (Tag – you’re it, David!)

I get to work on the menu and invitations, mainly because I’m the mom and I didn’t ask for other volunteers.

This might come as a surprise to the other tech-savvy bloggers out there, but I’m a little bit old school and I LOVE paper. When I heard about the new Save the Dates at Minted, I got super excited. I already have some of their Mommy Calling Cards and the quality of the cardstock and printing can’t be beat; I get compliments on them all the time. So I hopped on over to their site to find something just right for Jack’s End of Treatment Party.

The problem is there are too many awesome choices!

Should we go with a British theme (for the Dr. Who lover)?

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Or maybe something that showcases the sheer elation we feel to be DONE?

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Or how about something with a photo to show off that handsome face?

PhotoSaveTheDateLuckily I get to play around on the site and personalize the different versions to help me make this decision. I may have to order a few different designs, though…

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He’s Here

On September 2, 2014, at 12:43am, we welcomed our new baby Desmond to the world. He measured 19″ and 7 lbs. 1oz. He was born without a single push on my part!

We are madly in love. Jack met him on his first day of life and said, “This is one of the happiest times of my life!”

Our dog Lambert is channeling Lassie and thinks he should come to Dez’s rescue at the the littlest cry. Lambert even leads David to me when Desmond needs to nurse. We keep trying to tell the dog that we have it covered but he clearly doesn’t think we’re very good at this baby thing.

I’m hoping to get the birth story up soon! Stay tuned!