Wednesday, April 27, 2011

On Saturday: We MARCH!

I am issuing one last call for help. I know that so many of you care a lot about Caleb. We have been blessed with so much love and support from you in the past year and a half. You all look forward to hearing about Caleb's latest accomplishments and you find joy in all of the entertaining things that he does.

We are fortunate. Not everyone is so fortunate. Babies die. My friend's baby died. There were at least two babies who died in the NICU while Caleb was there. The NICU is a sacred place. It's a place of healing, and bonding, and growth. But sometimes it becomes a place of heartache. It shouldn't be like this. Every woman who desires to be a mother should be able to have a baby of her own, to hold and care for. Babies shouldn't have to be in constant pain. They shouldn't need to have surgeries. They shouldn't need to have tubes, wires, and IVs. The birth of your child shouldn't have a tragic undertone. Every baby should be born healthy.

But it won't happen on its own. It's up to you. You have the power to give life to children who would have otherwise died. People like you donated for the last few decades, and because of it, I have a child who is alive. Now it's your turn. Save the next generation of babies. Show support until premature birth is a thing of the past.

Click HERE to donate!

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Proof!

Here is proof that Caleb really does say a lot of words.

And you can see a little bit of how he waves.

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Just now I was watching this video on my computer, and Caleb came over and said every single word over again. Including, "Can you say 'dog'?" "Arf!"

Oh, and I forgot to tell you yesterday, Caleb also knows how to blow on his food to cool it down. :)

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Lately...

I think it's about time that I update you all on Caleb's development again. It's been a while.

As of today (at almost 17 months of age, almost 14 months adjusted) Caleb:
  • Weighs somewhere in the low 16-pound range
  • Wears size three diapers
  • Has outgrown about half of his 3-6 month clothes, and has grown into most of his 6-9 month clothes
  • Takes one afternoon nap per day
  • WALKS on his own all over the place, but still crawls a lot because he hasn't figured out how to stand up without pulling himself up on something
  • Laughs at the oddest things: when I blow my nose, when I use the bulb syringe on his nose, when I wipe his bum while changing a dirty diaper...
  • Has finally learned how to drink from a sippy cup (but ONLY the old tupperware kind that I used as a kid and aren't spill-proof)
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  • Chews and rips his food with his teeth very well (I'm talkin' I can give him a whole piece of bread and he'll take bites, as long as he doesn't throw it to the dog)
  • Can identify toes and belly on himself and others
  • Identifies things in pictures (balls, dogs)
  • Answers correctly when you ask, "What does a dog say?"
  • Thinks that all hairy animals in books are dogs
  • Loves to clap his hands when I sing pat-a-cake
  • Is no longer scared of the washer and dryer
  • Initiates peek-a-boo often
  • Waves bye-bye by flicking his fingers against his thumb
  • Loves to "sing" along when I sing, he hears soft music, and even did it when the Mormon Tabernacle Choir was singing
  • Dances by flapping his arms up and down
Caleb is still a little bit delayed with gross motor skills. He doesn't even come close to using a spoon yet. But he's catching up well, and he's rather advanced vocally and developmentally.

He talks a LOT! These are the words that he knows (his own pronunciations, if different, are in parenthesis):
  1. dog (da)
  2. mama
  3. dada
  4. auntie (aunto)
  5. toes
  6. baby (bayba)
  7. bye-bye (ba-baaaaaw)
  8. night-night (nigh-nigh)
  9. duck (du)
  10. book (bah)
  11. ball (bah)
  12. Jesus (Jesuh)
  13. sock (sah)
  14. no (sometimes no, sometimes doh)
  15. thank-you (day-du)
  16. gentle (dendo)
  17. arf (what a dog says--Meggie Dog taught him this one)
  18. shhh (as in "be quiet")
  19. uh-oh
Here is a video of Caleb pounding his belly (another fun new trick), identifying his toes (and saying "toe," too), and identifying Mama's belly.
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Unfortunately, when he tries to say "belly," it comes out "baby," always pointing at my tummy. No, there is not a baby in Mama's tummy. Sorry, bud.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

My Toddler!

This was taken just a minute ago, but it all started last night.

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Weird...now I can finally say that I have a toddler! I can truly say that I enjoyed having a baby for 16.5 months. And I'm impressed that my 27-weeker walked at the adjusted age of 13.5 months. But I'm very excited that he can now walk.

Although, he still can't get to a stand unless he pulls himself up on something. I bet he'll figure that one out soon, though.

:D

Saturday, April 2, 2011

105 days total

Caleb has spent over one fifth of his life in the hospital now.

Here is the chain of events that landed us in the hospital once again:

Tuesday, March 22nd: Caleb finally got over the cold that he had been battling for over a week. He had an RSV test and chest x-rays, and we were told that he didn't have RSV or pneumonia, just a common cold.

Thursday, March 24th: Caleb started coughing a dry, nasty cough. That evening he fell asleep in my arms 1.5 hours before his bedtime.

Friday, March 25th: I took Caleb to the doctor because he was very lethargic, cranky, had been throwing up about once a day, and had a fever of almost 103 degrees. He was diagnosed with an ear infection and put on antibiotics and zofran (for nausea and vomiting). The doctor said that if he wasn't noticeably better by Monday to bring him back in. Before we even got home that afternoon, Caleb started getting worse. He threw up many times each day throughout the weekend.

Monday, March 28th: I took Caleb back to the doctor. His oxygen levels were low (down to 74 at one point when it's supposed to be mid 90's to 100) and he was more dehydrated than ever. The doctor decided to admit him to the hospital. There, he got an IV, supplemental oxygen, more chest x-rays, many blood tests, and a snot test for RSV and the flu virus.
Nate also had RSV and had to wear a mask for the first few days until he felt better.

The next few days kinda blended together. The chest x-rays came back negative for pneumonia. He was taken off of oxygen on Tuesday afternoon (when he pulled the oxygen tube out of the wall when no one was looking. He just wanted to prove that he could do it). Also on Tuesday he started having such bad diarrhea that they wanted to keep him an extra day, despite his breathing being fine. The RSV test came back positive (which is very comforting to me, actually--if it was just a common cold that he needed supplemental oxygen for, I would be scared that
every time he got a cold he would need oxygen). Every other test came back negative. They
said that he had a random stomach virus, not the flu. They would have sent us home on Thursday, but Caleb refused to take fluids orally. They sent us home on Friday although he still wouldn't drink very much.
Watching Baby Einsteins. I love that show. What a lifesaver.
This is Caleb saying "cheese."
The nurses loved him. He learned all of the cues for when to say "bye-bye." He learned that he could pull his IV tube to make the IV pole come close enough to his crib so that he could reach the equipment on it and play with it. He learned how to say "cheese" for pictures. He learned how to say "thank you"--a necessary phrase, since he got so many compliments on his charming eyes and ridiculously long eyelashes. (He still needs help using that phrase at the right times, though.)

The nurse who took out his IV said that he was the best kid that she's ever done that to--EVER. He just stood there, watching what she was doing. When she took the tape off, it hurt a little so he stuck his thumb in his mouth for comfort and just continued watching her. When she actually removed the IV, he cried a tiny cry for a split second. When she was done, he just went back to playing. He was a perfect angel, as usual.

Now it's Saturday and Caleb looks and feels great! He's eating enough (just barely--like normal) and we have our GI scope rescheduled for 2.5 weeks from now. He started walking hard-core today! And he never stops smiling! Except for when he face plants right into his dump truck toy after walking all of the way across the room. Then he cried.

Oh yeah, and now I have RSV. Yuck.

Every day I am impressed with Caleb's joyful personality, his strong spirit, and his happy demeanor. I don't know anyone who is tougher than him. That poor child has been through so much, but you would never know it! He is such an amazing example to me. I love him so much, and I'm so honored that I get to be his mother, witness his miracles, and be the recipient of his love. Every day I am in awe of the obstacles that he has overcome and the cheerfulness that he always exhibits. I never thought that my biggest hero and greatest earthly example would be my own tiny son.