Blister nation
Last week we picked up Rory’s new helmet. It’s been a bit of an adjustment for the whole family, but mainly the poor little guy.
As each day progressed, the length of wear was increased slightly. Each time we removed the helmet we were to check his head for any redness or sore spots. All looked well. Until he wore the helmet overnight and he began to develop the mother of all blisters.
It was SUPER red and very swollen. Like an orange on a toothpick swollen. I refused to put the helmet back on until we returned to the clinic so they could shave and reshape the helmet so it wouldn’t rub so much. Unfortunately, we couldn’t get in for two days.
In the meantime, the swelling and redness seemed to go down and the blister seemed as though it wasn’t going to break open and be an open sore.
I put Rory to bed on thanksgiving and he was clean as a whistle. When I retrieved him from his crib on Black Friday, I walked in on a bloodbath. His blister had broken open during the night and there was blood all over his head, hands, and crib. Listen lady, this is not the scene a mother should walk in on. Your infant should not be covered in blood when you walk into their room unless your name is Courtney Cox.
After my minor freak out, we cleaned him as best we could and bandaged him up. He seemed rather unaffected by the open sore until such time as he went to bed and once again ripped open the small scab that had formed.
By Saturday morning he was running a fever and my only thought process was, for the love of god the blister has become infected now. Once again, for the 5th Saturday in a row, I bundled one of my children up and took them to the doctors.
The Peditrican relieved my worst fear and said the wound wasn’t infected, rather, Rory just had a head cold. They did clean and dress the blister for us and now Rory looks like a pirate. Aye, matey
As for his helmet….we need to wait until his blister heals before we can let him try wearing it again.
Leatherhead
Earlier this week we picked up Rory’s new helmet that was molded to help shape his head and correct the flatness we are seeing. Here is Mr. Chubby
Cheeks with his helmet
Since the helmet is new, there is a break-in schedule that allows him to get used to wearing it. The first day he wore it for an hour, the next day two hours, the following day four hours….
This pattern continues until he is wearing it 23 hours a day.
Listen lady, day one was pretty rough. He was not a happy camper when the helmet was on and he moaned for the WHOLE hour. He is doing much better now with wear and has become much more acquainted with the helmet.
However, he still hates when you put the helmet on or take it off. For this I can’t blame him. The material of the helmet allows us to stretch it, but only so far. Once we get the helmet on his head we have to adjust it slightly….this is not kosher with him.
I’ve talked to a bunch of other moms who have all said the exact same things and assured me that as time goes on both of us will adjust to the helmet. Leatherhead or not he is still my super smiley boy.
A big year
Last week we celebrated Cardin’s 4th birthday. Most kids ask for toys and find clothes to be a “boring” gift. Not my daughter; she loves clothes and dresses and while she won’t reject a toy or game, she is equally as happy to pull out a pair or pants.
I’ve given up the battle of pink, but I’m ok with this because she is steadfast in her adoration of the color blue. Go figure that 99% of the clothes she owns are pink.
Since her birthday landed on a Thursday and she had preschool in the morning, I brought in cupcakes for her class. Cardin got to be the class helper and line leader that day; which is apparently equivalent to “grand supreme master of the world”. The class even did a birthday parade. Later that night we took Cardin out to friendly’s for dinner and ice cream.
Age three has been quite the ride for my little bug. She visited Disney World for the first time and we experienced pure magic through her eyes when she met the princesses.
She struggled through a very long year of her mommy being sick and needing multiple hospital stays. Luckily, she took it in stride and she may have even found her future
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One of the best parts of her getting older is her candid honesty and sarcasm. Listen lady, the things that spew from this girls mouth are awesome.
For the first time we sent her to pre school and trusted her care to strangers. She was hesitant at first and, I admit, the first day mommy shed more tears than Cardin, but she has flourished there. She loves going to school and playing with her friends.
Her three year old world was also turned upside down when we brought home Rory. We feared her reaction to losing our full attention, but she has been a champ. She loves Rory to pieces and they both light up when they see each other. It’s one of my favorite things to see.
3 times a day
In the past month, I’ve visited our pediatricians office on weekly basis. Whether for Rory or Cardin, I’m racking up the sick child visits.
Since Cardin started pre-school she has been a constant germ factory. We have had her on antibiotics and children’s Motrin, but her nose is like a leaky faucet. AND THE MISERY!!!! Kathy Bates would be jealous.
Listen lady, after weeks of Cardin not feeling well, not sleeping well, not eating well, coughing, and having meltdowns over….oh…everything, I was ready to cry! Back to the doctor we went.
The doctor believes she has a sinus infection, but luckily all the congestion hasn’t settled into bronchitis…yet. He prescribed a 5 day course of erythromycin and also an ointment that should be applied 3 times a day inside her nostrils.
Yeah…….
Anybody familiar with my daughter knows that you don’t get anywhere near her face or neck without being fully prepared to catch puke. One of her finer qualities. And now the doctor was asking me to put ointment up her nose to help ease the congestion. Not just once a day, but three times a day!!
Geez doc, the first needle you shoved in my eye wasn’t agonizing enough, please, let’s rinse and repeat twice more.
There is really no rational way to explain to a three year old that you need to shove ointment up their nostril to help them feel better and they can’t flail their hands to stop you or wipe their nose afterwards. Sometimes kids are like terrorists; compromise is not an option.
Hopefully one day she will understand.
I’m feeling flatulent doctor
Hands in the air if you love a great fart joke!!! I’ve waited years to get one of my kids in a whoopee cushion costume. Check that off the bucket list. Listen lady, consider that it’s gotta be one of the best baby costumes ever, a baby is practically the only person who can rip a giant fart and have people laugh and cheer them on for more. There is no cheering section when I fart!
No surprise, Cardin decided on being a doctor this year. Between my multiple hospital stays, the pregnancy, and my surgery we basically saw a doctor once a week. Eventually, I started taking medical supplies from each appointment to put in her “doctor kit”. I’d guess we’d be set for a sterile room operation with all her equipment.
