TEDDY Number 1
Ben’s first TEDDY visit was today and, let me say, it was as horrifying as expected and more.
It started unassumingly enough. We waited in a child’s playroom/waiting room on mini-chairs. We spoke to another set of parents. We were ushered into an “Infant Examination Room” by a nice woman who spent an hour explaining our consent form. We then went over the surveys we’d already filled out….
{{Here we take a break because Ben has pooed and we must collect the sample to mail to NIDDK}}
The survey filling out was followed by an explanation of our billion page book where we write his food, his stressors, his shots, his everything. Then an explanation of how to fill our 3 day diet record sheet. Then an explanation on how to collect the aforementioned poo in a plastic rigatoni shaped collector and send it off to the aforementioned NIDDK.
And then came the horrifying part. Her promises of only taking a half of a teaspoon of blood were lies. Everything she said was a horrible lie.
They laid him on a table and tied off his arms, “Ooh, you have a good one here.” Lovely. They gave me a little bowl of sugar water, “This is what they used at his circ to distract him…”
“Uh, we didn’t have him circ’d because we didn’t want to hurt him.”
“…Oh….Well, just dip his binky in this and he won’t even notice. It usually just bothers them that they’re being held down.”
Here she brandishes a large needle. I get nervous and want to take him away. But I don’t because I’m apparently evil.
So I dip the binky and shove it in his mouth right as they stick him with the needle.
SCREEEEEEECH!!
Can I just say, BULLSHIT THEY DON’T FEEL IT! That screech had nothing to do with holding him down. And it didn’t stop until well after they took the needle out, despite the sugar water. Add to it that the blood “Just wasn’t coming fast enough” so the wiggled it around. Another SCREECH when they removed the needle and then sobbing afterwards.
It was horrifying and made me feel like a jerk. I know it’s all for his own good, and he was fine within a few minutes of leaving, but still, he’s a baby and that is a horrible thing to do to a baby. Their blood shouldn’t come out! That’s why the body has so many things working to keep it in!
My only regret is that I didn’t deck her afterwards. I think it would’ve made both he and I feel better.
Filed under 4 Month, TEDDY | Comments (3)Ben’s First Word
Ben’s first word is of his own making but it has quickly become his favorite. He has the entire family repeating it to him just so that he’ll repeat it back to them with a smile the size of Texas.
“Geeeeeth,” he whispers quietly in my face each morning to wake me up.
“Geeth!” he says when you ask him how he is.
“Geeth,” he’ll say whenever you say Geeth to him.
I have no idea what it means but it apparently represents all thinngs good.
So, geeeeth to all and to all a good geeeeeth!
Filed under 4 Month, babbling | Comments (2)Happy 4 Months
24″ long
12lbs
16 7/16″ head
3 shots that gave him a terrible fever and a little diarrhea. Due to the diabetes thing and his eczema, he cannot start solids until he’s 6 months. It’s too bad because he grabs at us everytime we’re eating something and stares at us as if we’ve just sold national secrets to the Soviets when we eat and he doesn’t get anything. I feel awful, but it’s better for him in the long run.
He goes in Tuesday for his first TEDDY appointment. Keep him in your thoughts. It’s his first blood draw. Poor kid.
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We took Ben for his “I’m 3 Months Old” photos around his 3 month birthday. He looked adorable and spent the entire time flirting with the photographer lady. I was amazed. I honestly expected a full out screamfest. Instead, we got googly eyes, big smiles and my boy’s first serious crush. The child’s going to be chained to the radiator come dating age.
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The Zoo - Part 2
Well, now that it’s been almost a month…
He had a wonderful time. He spent most of it sleeping. The one time he was fully awake, the tiger tried to eat him. I suppose there’s a reason he’s not a fan of large felines.
The following day we went to the Museum of Nature and Science. He loved looking into the recontructed face of the mummy. Everything else he could have cared less about. It was nice to walk around, though.
The coolest thing (I hate to make this blog all about boobs but…) was that I nursed exclusively at both places. The zoo was entirely more comfortable. There were the unofficial “Nursing and Changing Bleachers” in front of the primate exhibit. I suppose we all figured with the gorillas flinging poo across from us, our boobs wouldn’t be that big of a deal. So, at any given time, there were 2-5 of us sitting in front of the primates breastfeeding. Ocassionally, a non-breastfeeding group would sit down prior to glancing around. Upon realizing this was the breast bench, they would either giggle or look horrified, but never get up and leave immediately. I found it quite impressive how one set of two women managed to giggle each time they looked up and saw us all, then return to staring at their feet, but didn’t leave for about 20 minutes.
The museum was a whole other story. The two times I nursed him, I felt incredibly uncomfortable. Once, I sat in the corner with a blanket over his head. That lasted about 3 minutes before he started pulling it off and crying. The second time, I sat in a booth in the back but no longer in the corner. I got steel eyes from 2 old ladies sitting across from us. This time the blanket was put back on everytime he’d yank it off. It’s funny how uncomfortable people can make you feel just by looking at you.
We did see a friend of ours who just had a baby in September. Unassisted home birth. I am in awe of her. She had her 1 month old, 3 year old and 2 year old with her. Her 2 year old has albinism and is partially blind, but you wouldn’t know it by the way he’d take off from her, giggling his head off like a crazy man. She’d been there for 7 hours and only then had her children begun to get a little restless. Again, I was in awe. I honestly don’t get why mothers aren’t placed on velvet couches, fed hand-peeled grapes and fanned all day long. It’s really the least the world can do.
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