Sienna had her 9 month checkup today. The highlights:
- We have a lovely, larger than life daughter. She is 20 lbs, 8 oz. That is the 85th percentile. [When Brae was 9 months, he weighed 19.5 lbs, which was the 40th percentile for boys].
- She is 29 inches. That is the 95th percentile. [When Brae was 9 months, he was 28.5 inches, which was the 60th percentile for boys].
- She has 8 teeth, with two more on the way. [When Brae was 9 months, he still only had 2]
- She is extremely strong. The doctor noticed that even on her first day of life when he remarked that she had very good muscle tone. She can pull a tall TV tray (with food on it) across the floor. This is particularly troublesome when the food on the tray belonged to Brae and he was trying to eat it.
- She has been crawling since 8 months, and has been pulling herself up for the last several weeks. She is just starting to do some cruising. I think she’ll be walking by age 1.
- She loves her pureed food, but solids not so much. When I try to give her something small, even Cheerios, she will often gag. The doctor said she has a very strong gag reflex. If she’s still not readily manipulating solid foods in her mouth and swallowing by age 1, we may need to see a specialist.
- She’s a great sleeper and napper. 12 hours at night, and 2 naps during the day of 45 minutes – 3 hours.
- What I can gauge about her personality so far: she’s extremely physically active and curious; she loves her brother; she’s a friendly child, but is not effusive or gregarious like Brae; she loves baths; she loves being outdoors; she really does not like it when Brae takes away her toys.
Love this girl.
Sienna was dedicated at our church this last Sunday (I will post about that awesome dedication next week). But the event got me thinking about Brae’s dedication when he was just shy of 3 months old.
It was January 2009. It was Sanctity of Life Sunday. Our church asked us to give our testimony about Brae’s adoption.
As I was speaking before the hundreds of people in the congregation, I got to the place in the story when Rachael (Brae’s birth mom) and I talked about her decision to not abort.
Brae was a mere several hours old. It was Halloween night. Rachael and I were in her hospital room. It was late and it was dark. Brae was asleep. Rachael was in the bed, and I was on the couch beside her. We’d just finished a long, wonderful conversation about her life and dreams. Then, the conversation turned to when she found out she was pregnant, and what decision she was going to make. She and her longtime boyfriend were having problems and she did not think they would stay together.
Me: “Did you think about abortion?”
Rachael: “Yes.”
Me: “And what did you think about?”
Rachael: “I decided that I was not going to abort this child because it was not the baby’s fault. Getting pregnant was not the baby’s fault. I was not going to punish this baby for something I did. That’s when I decided that God had placed this baby in me as a gift for someone else. I was merely the vessel.”
I told her that she’d had three options, and she chose the most unselfish. She could have aborted him, and he wouldn’t be here. She could have said, “I’m going to keep him because he’s ‘mine,’ no matter what his life may look like. But, she did the most loving — she carried him for 9 months, gave birth to him, and said “I love you so much, I want a better life for you.”
As I was sharing the testimony, Tygh was holding Brae up on stage. Then, all of a sudden, when I got to this part of the testimony about Rachael choosing life for our son, Brae got the BIGGEST smile on his face. The crowd erupted with laughter and tears.
So, on Sunday, as we were driving to church to dedicate Sienna, I thought back on this story. And I decided to text Rachael:
Me: “I don’t think I ever told you about Brae’s dedication. When I was giving our testimony and got to the part where you told me you were going to choose life for Brae and not abort him, Brae got the biggest smile on his face. We have it on video.”
Rachael: “I’d love to see it.”
Me: “Ok. I will send you a copy.”
I have a copy of Brae’s dedication and I’m going to send it to her.
She will see living proof that, even as an infant, Brae was ecstatic that his birth mom chose life for him.
– Sienna’s top toofers are coming in — one has broken through (the girl now as 3! At 6 months!). Their arrival has not been nearly as easy as her bottom toofers, and suffice it to say I have not had a lot of sleep the last several nights.
– Sienna is sitting up like a champ. Her neck is still getting better, and the PT has now released us from any more appointments. It’s been a long 4 months of sometimes 3 doctor appointments a week. We will continue to go to the chiro appointments, but I’m hoping those will taper off, too.
– We went to the family cabin in the mountain for the long NYE weekend with Tygh’s sister and her husband and their 19-month-old son, who is Brae’s cousin brother. He is also adopted, and Brae adores him. It was so great to get away with some family and ring in the new year together (even if we were in bed the second after midnight).
– Here are some fun pics through the eyes of Americana: public sledding down a random hill off the highway = mass chaos. I alone witnessed three separate incidents that probably all require some kind of medical treatment.
Last week, Brae also attended his first professional basketball game with Tygh. Tygh’s company has courtside seats, so he took Tygh and a friend of Tygh’s and his 5-year-old son. It was a complete blast that Brae is still talking about (and wearing his jersey to bed each night). If you know my son, he LOVES basketball. It didn’t get much better than this!
This slideshow requires JavaScript.
We had Brae’s three-year appointment today.
Stats:
– 75th percentile for weight
– 70th percentile for height
Dr. observations:
– He was very impressed with how well Brae talks. Brae was the typical clown and had the dr. in stitches the whole time.
– He was very impressed that Brae is bilingual.
– He said Brae is very intelligent,very outgoing and sociable.
(Okay, seriously, don’t ALL doctors say ALL these nice things to their patients? I can’t really imagine a dr. saying, “Gee, your child is pretty dumb…”)
– He gave us some good tips for battling the bedtime temper tantrums.
– Brae showed off his Spiderman underwear.
Cute Brae story: This morning, as we were rushing around the house to get to the doctor, I put Brae in his bathroom in front of the mirror. I gave him his toothbrush with toothpaste on it. Brae really wanted to call Daddy on the cell phone and tell him that he wanted to go golfing with him.
Me: “Brae, here, you brush your teeth and I’ll go get the cell phone.”
Brae: “No, Mommy. You brush the teeth and I’ll go get the cell phone.”
Hmmm…. he must have seen great grandma take her teeth out one too many times.
Brae story:
Whenever Brae has had a boo-boo, I’ve always kissed it and magically it just gets better. He really believes in the healing power of my kiss.
So, it was no wonder when the other day, he slipped on the hardwood floor and went straight down on his bum. He picked himself up, pulled down his pants, and his underwear (yes! underwear! not diaper!), and called out my name. “Mommy!” I came rushing down to find him backing his bum up to my face. “Mommy! Kiss my butt!”
*****
At last week’s physical therapy appointment, the therapist said that if Sienna’s neck has not dramatically improved by 6 months (1 month from now), she would recommend a physiotherapist and possible Botox injections in her neck.
Seriously? Injecting Botulism in my daughter?
I think we’ll be getting a new physical therapist.
Stats:
– 80th percentile for head.
– 85th percentile for weight (girl is almost 16 lbs!) (She’s already in size 9 month Carter clothes)
– 95th percentile for height! Yowza.
I’m definitely the shorty in this family.
Dr. said she’s got incredible muscle tone and strength. (I’m sure she has incredible core muscles after all the crying she did the first 3 months of life…. )
I didn’t get a scolding for taking her to a chiropractor. Phew.
Her neck has improved SO much.
Her eyes are still a hypnotic blue. Dr. says they will probably stay that way. (We’re in trouble).
Girl has eczema. We got a prescription.
Her “flat spot” on her head is “mild”.
And… drumroll… Dr. commented what a “happy” girl she is.
SOOOO nice to hear that vs. what I’d been hearing from strangers the first 3 months of her life.
– I saw the endocrinologist today. And I finally feel like I have a grasp on the root cause of our infertility. It is most likely linked to my Hashimoto’s disease, and its early onset. The doctor also suggested that I have asymptomatic Celiac disease. I’m asymptomatic except for one thing — infertility. Infertility is a symptom of Celiac disease. Celiac would also explain my gluten sensitivity, as proven by my blood test. The doctor recommended I see a gastroenterologist to confirm Celiac through a probe. That may be something I do one day, but I’ve been gluten free (again) for over a week. I’m not quite sure why I’m doing it, other than to just generally be healthy. (Sure, it would be awesome to experience a spontaneous pregnancy, but I can’t be doing it for that reason.) Hashimoto’s and Celiac tend to go hand in hand because they are both autoimmune diseases. Going gluten free this time around has been a lot easier than last year — there are just so many more choices nowadays. I’ll keep it up until I feel like no longer keeping it up. That simple. And, at that time I may see a gastro doctor to confirm whether or not I do have Celiac. But I’m not sure what good that will do me other than to simply have a diagnosis. If I’m asymptomatic (other than IF), then it would be really hard to be motivated to stay gluten free. Scarily, the odds of miscarriage are TWICE the normal population if I do in fact have Celiac and eat gluten. On a side note, I learned Hashi’s has a genetic predisposition component. My grandmother had a goiter when she was younger. That most likely means she also has Hashi’s. I told her to get tested. She’s almost 90. Probably not too excited to learn she has an autoimmune disease at this age. Oh well.
– Terrible two’s is a misnomer. It’s the terrible three’s. Or the terrible almost-three’s. Brae has been pushing every button in my system lately. Repeatedly. Bedtimes are the worst. Last night he didn’t fall asleep until 10 (despite being put in his room at 8), woke up screaming at 1, and again at 5. When I brought him in bed with me at 5 (after Tygh had gone to work), he kicked me for nearly an hour, screaming that he wanted to go downstairs and watch Mickey Mouse. I just ignored the behavior (my new tactic). Eventually, he gave up and fell asleep. Then I very, very slowly crawled out of bed and woke him up 90 min later. That’s just one example. I have a whole list (including him trying to flush an entire roll of toilet paper — cardboard included — down the toilet). After much wringing of hands, Tygh and I think we’ve stumbled on the answer — Sienna. His precious little sister has thrown his world upside down. For his whole life, he’s been the center of attention. First grandchild on THREE sides. Now, there’s this new person living in his house, taking away attention from him. And he has no control over it. Sure, you may be thinking, you are idiot parents if you didn’t recognize this. But we honestly didn’t. He has never shown any signs of aggression or jealousy TOWARD Sienna (hasn’t tried to “off” her), so we just figured he was acclimating fine. I think we’ve been dead wrong. This revelation has actually really helped things because we have a new sensitivity toward him. I just have to keep remembering this the next time he’s throwing a shoe at me.
– I’m finally ready to write about something that happened nearly 6 weeks ago. You may recall that we adopted two sets of embryos. The first set resulted in our beautiful daughter. Because of her, we never tried the second set. Well, after a lot of painful and hard conversations, we returned those precious embryos to their donors. It was a very hard decision and, if I’m honest, not one I was totally on board with. I’m not sure I’m still totally on board with it. You see, I want a third child. At least, I think I do, most days. Tygh is really only ready for a third child if it happened spontaneously. When you have to go through so much of an effort to have a child, it really makes it much less appealing. I get that. But, I have a larger picture. I think 10, 20, 30 years down the road and what I want my family to look like. I want 3 kids. God knows this. I believe this is a God-given desire and, true to His character, He will fulfill it or take it away. In any case, it was the right thing to do to return those embryos. With Tygh and I not being on the same page, it was best to return those embryos so they may be adopted by the family they are meant to be with. The right thing to do is usually the hardest.
I have Hashimoto’s disease.
At age 13, I went in for a routine physical. The doctor noticed a large bump in my throat. He said it was cancer. (I think he was a med student). For many months, I saw an endocrinologist. I eventually learned I had a problem with my thyroid and have been on medication ever since. I never really knew how important it was, so I was not always great about taking it. When I didn’t take it, I noticed I’d get extremely fatigued, so that’s when I’d remember to take it.
But I was never diagnosed with the cause of my thyroid dysfunction. Your thyroid doesn’t just stop working for no reason. Especially at 13.
Today, I got the results back from a blood panel that confirms I have Hashimoto’s. (That’s right, I was never officially diagnosed until today. And that is probably because it may not matter why you have hypothyroidism, the treatment would be the same). Except, if you have ever experienced infertility, then knowing you have Hashimoto’s means a lot.
In a nutshell, Hashimoto’s is an autoimmune disorder that leads to hypothyroidism. An autoimmune disease occurs when your own immune system attacks your organs, cells, tissues, or glands. In Hashimoto’s, it targets and destroys the functioning of the thyroid gland.
Why is this particularly important to me? Well, although my thyroid has been “controlled” for a long time with medication, for many years it was not controlled or not well controlled. It has very likely led to an effect on my egg quality, and hence, our inability to conceive or maintain a pregnancy. Especially because it was diagnosed (and who knows for how long had been previously untreated) right at the time I started menstruating as a pre-teen.
Another interesting insight about Hashimoto’s? It also explains my sensitivity to gluten. I did go gluten-free for 4 months before we got pregnant, and until the second trimester.
To not be doom and gloom, many, many people with Hashimoto’s successfully conceive and carry a pregnancy to term. But, it is at least helpful and interesting to know that it is probably the biggest reason why we have had so much difficulty.
AND? God is SOOOOOOO much bigger than this. This diagnosis today was not at all a surprise to Him. He’s known it all along. And, He got us pregnant.
Whenever I start to think about how big my problems are, I just remember how BIG my God is!!!!!! There is nothing He cannot overcome.
“Who is like you among the gods, O Lord, glorious in holiness, awesome in splendor, performing great wonders? — Exodus 15:11
Britney update:
I go back to work on Monday. I think I’m feeling okay about that. It’s been a good, long maternity leave and I feel ready to turn the next page and see what’s in store. It will be hard, and I’m sure I’ll be calling the school every day for the first week to see how she’s doing. Sigh.
Sienna update:
We’ve had two chiro visits and another PT visit this afternoon. I think I see improvement, but I’m not sure how much is attributed to all the work we’ve been doing vs. her just getting bigger/stronger.
Brae stories:
– Brae and I were reading a book the other night when we came across a picture of a cow. He pointed at it and said, “Uh-oh, Mommy!” “What?” I asked. “The cow is pooping,” he said. “What? No, it’s not. Why do you think it’s pooping?” I inquired. “Look, Mommy, it’s pooping,” he said again, this time pointing at the cow’s udders.
– Three days ago, Tygh walked in to the living room to find Brae crouched in a corner, his back turned. Tygh heard a strange “woosh-woosh” sound coming from where Brae was. “Brae? What are you doing?” Tygh asked. Brae turned his head to face his dad and had a smile on his face. Tygh got closer to see what Brae was doing. …. He was using my breast pump (and correctly, I might add).
–Tygh’s grandmother died a few weeks ago. Her memorial service was this last weekend. Brae attended the service, sitting on Tygh’s lap. There were probably a hundred people in the auditorium. And each time someone finished speaking, the room would be quiet. Still. Solemn. Silent prayers being offered by all in attendance. And then, without fail, piercing the silence, you’d hear a little voice shout, “AMEN!” That would be Brae.
– The memorial service was held at church. Yes, Brae knows that Jesus and God are at church. But he also knows that there is basketball at church. After the service, when everyone was milling around, Brae wanted to play basketball. And he wanted someone to play with. So, he went up to an unassuming soul, his uncle’s father (great uncle), looked up at him and asked, “Will you play basketball with me?” What is so cute about this? … His great uncle is blind.
This slideshow requires JavaScript.
Britney Update:
– I got my first postpartum period. It was a little surprising because I am still nursing (albeit not exclusively). What was perhaps more surprising were those same old familiar “infertility” feelings that also came along. Once you’ve experienced infertility, it never leaves you.
Brae Update:
– We had to call Poison Control on my son. Over vacation, Brae decided to get into his grandpa’s thyroid medication. We found an empty bottle. When we asked him where they went, he said he put them “down a hole.” He then took our hands and led us to a small hole in the windowsill. We were able to recover a few of them, but weren’t convinced he didn’t take any. So, after calling our pediatrician, I made my first call to Poison Control. “Not toxic,” they said. “But, watch him over the next few days. He may be hyperactive and sweaty.” (Is that any different than normal? I thought). Sure enough, about two days later, Brae was waking up in the middle of the night in sweats. He wouldn’t settle down. He definitely, somehow, ingested some of that medication. Thankfully, he’s better now.
– Also on vacation, Brae broke out in a rash from head to toe. Brae was not sleeping at night (see bullet above), so my lovely sis-in-law and ma-in-law took Brae to the pool one afternoon so I could try to sleep. As any good caretaker would, they put some sunscreen on him. However, Brae has EXTREMELY sensitive skin, and I’ve only found one sunscreen that he doesn’t react to. Sure enough, Brae reacted to this new sunscreen by breaking out in a head-to-toe rash. His little cheeks swelled up and it looked like he had two bright red apples on each cheek. Again, thankfully, he’s better now.
– I took Brae to the park the other day. It was very hot, and he was the only kid on the playground. He played for about 15 minutes before two older boys (around age 10) arrived. The boys by-passed Brae to play on “older kid” equipment. No eye contact from either Brae or the boys. Not a word spoken amongst them. For another 10 minutes, Brae played on the opposite end of the playground, by himself, and the older boys played on the other end, near the park exit, by themselves. About 5 minutes later, Brae and I decided it was too hot and it was time to go home. Brae strolled up to his bike (with training wheels), hopped on, and started riding toward the park exit. The older boys were still playing by themselves, completely oblivious to Brae. Right before Brae turned the corner to leave the park on his bike, he looked up at the boys, smiled and yelled, “Bye, friends!”, and pedaled away.
Sienna Update:
– Sienna loves her big brother. She smiles whenever she sees him coming. And then she braces for impact.
– We’ve gone to two physical therapy appointments, and I’ve cried at each one. It’s so hard to see her wince and cry during the sessions. That said, I believe there has been improvement. She’s lifting her head up and turning it when she’s on her tummy, and her range of motion has increased. But she’s still got a ways to go. The PT recommended trying the Bumbo to help increase her neck muscles. However, she advised against EVER using the exersaucer, jumparoo, or walker with Sienna because it could delay physical development (sucks because I have 3 brand new ones). Instead, if we need a “babysitter” (her word), we should use a high chair, blanket on the floor, or playpen.
…. I’ve been feeling lately that my daughter is misunderstood. Yes, the first 6-8 weeks were hard. She was definitely fussy (PT thinks it was reflux, but no meds will be prescribed because she “obviously” does not have a weight problem — (was that a jab at me?)). But things have gotten better. She’s on a schedule that works for her, and as long as we stick to it, she’s a very happy, pleasant child. No, she doesn’t have the same sunny, happy-with-whatever personality that Brae has, but she’s her own person.
But I feel that people think she’s just this cranky baby. Case in point, at the PT session today, they handed me the following literature to take home: “Your hyper-sensitive baby and her developing sensory system.” The PT gave this to me as I was crying and she rubbed my back, telling me it’s been a hard road from infertility to a “cranky” baby. This was also handed to me after a veiled lecture about how I’m not breastfeeding often enough.
Feeling a little defeated at the moment. And cranky.
I love my baby girl.
