CJ had his 4 year checkup and Nicholas had his 4 month checkup.
CJ - 51 pounds (uff da!), 43 inches tall
Did all his tasks correctly, stand on one foot, count to 10, correctly identify shapes, colors, drew a circle and a plus sign. and most importantly...entertained the doctor!
CJ: "Mrs. Lady, why is your breath spicy?" (where Mrs. Lady came from I'm not sure)
MD: "Oh, that's my gum."
CJ: "Why do you have gum"
MD: "Because I drank coffee and I didn't want my breath to smell."
CJ: "Where is your gum?"
MD: "Oh, I tuck it into my cheek so people can't see I have gum"
CJ: "Let me see it"
I was sure he was going to ask for a piece of gum, but was impressed that he didn't.
He had a great time playing with her tools.
CJ: "Did you eat your Popsicle?"
MD" "No, I didn't have a Popsicle, that's for looking in peoples mouths."
And while she was on the phone talking to a parent he conspicuously tried peeking in all her pockets - I'm sure looking where she kept her sucker supply.
One thing I love about this pediatrician office is you can talk to your pediatrician anytime they are in the office. When you call, you press the corresponding key for your particular pediatrician and it transfers you right to their pocket phone. The trade off is when it's your appointment time, it can be interrupted with phone calls. But I think it's a fair trade knowing your pediatrician is available whenever you need him/her. No receptionist or triage nurse to go through, go right to the MD. Of course, being as nosey as I am, I always like to eavesdrop on what people call their pediatricians for. This appointment's callers, a blocked tear duct in a newborn and allergies. I can only imagine what the poor patient's parents thought when the doctor answered my various calls when CJ had rotovirus so horribly!
Nicholas - 15 lbs, 6 oz , 26 1/4 inches
(in comparison, CJ at 4 months was 19 lbs 1 oz, and 26 inches long
He also did well, stood on one foot, counted to 10, just kidding.
She said she didn't think he needed a helmet for his flat head, it does seem to be getting better. On the eczema, she didn't really have anything new to add. Just, yep he's got eczema (knew that already). And I'm already doing the things she suggested. She did say when it gets bad we could use a hydrocortisone cream on his face. I'm leery of putting steroids on his face though, so probably won't unless it gets real bad. She also said if it seems to be bothering him at night to give him 1/2 tsp of children's benadryl. Again, I probably won't unless it seems really bad, not too into giving him drugs he doesn't really need. He took his 3 shots like a champ, only cried a little bit.
Friday, May 30, 2008
two patients
Two patients made me think about life last night - unfair, frustrating, sad.
Unfair - she's 60, but looks about 80 with breast cancer metastasized to her lungs, liver and brain. Each time I went into the room she was fixated on telling me something. She'd been trying to tell this story for the 2 days she's been in the hospital. She could say clearly - "this isn't going to make any sense." Then she would struggle to tell me something but only could say partial thoughts. my dog, get her urine, do it by herself, freezing. I eventually thought she was trying to tell me her dog was at home and needed to go the bathroom, but she would only shake her head no. She was so frustrated, clearly had something to say but couldn't get her thoughts out of her cancerous brain.
Frustrating - she's 34 but looks in her 40s. In for a seizure, but only wants more and more pain meds. The doctors have said she has a history of drug seeking behaviors. Missing teeth, scars to her arms, so forgetful. I can't imagine what her life must be at home. She asked me multiple times if she was going home tomorrow. She also continually asked for more pain medication, the doctors had cut her off the IV drugs and gave her only pills. While I could only say, "you can have more Percocet in an hour", I really wanted to say, "come with me", and bring her to the dying cancer patient and say "life is unfair". And a quote from the movie Shawshank Redemption, 'either get busy living or get busy dying', because unlike this poor lady you have a choice."
Life can be so unfair.
Unfair - she's 60, but looks about 80 with breast cancer metastasized to her lungs, liver and brain. Each time I went into the room she was fixated on telling me something. She'd been trying to tell this story for the 2 days she's been in the hospital. She could say clearly - "this isn't going to make any sense." Then she would struggle to tell me something but only could say partial thoughts. my dog, get her urine, do it by herself, freezing. I eventually thought she was trying to tell me her dog was at home and needed to go the bathroom, but she would only shake her head no. She was so frustrated, clearly had something to say but couldn't get her thoughts out of her cancerous brain.
Frustrating - she's 34 but looks in her 40s. In for a seizure, but only wants more and more pain meds. The doctors have said she has a history of drug seeking behaviors. Missing teeth, scars to her arms, so forgetful. I can't imagine what her life must be at home. She asked me multiple times if she was going home tomorrow. She also continually asked for more pain medication, the doctors had cut her off the IV drugs and gave her only pills. While I could only say, "you can have more Percocet in an hour", I really wanted to say, "come with me", and bring her to the dying cancer patient and say "life is unfair". And a quote from the movie Shawshank Redemption, 'either get busy living or get busy dying', because unlike this poor lady you have a choice."
Life can be so unfair.
Friday, May 23, 2008
So cute!
For those that don't read The Hanson Hat Trick (and I don't know why you wouldn't!), Tonja posted this picture of Nicholas from their house this past Sunday...I had to steal if for my blog because it was so cute!
Apparently obnoxious blue bunny ears don't fall into the same category as hats, because he tolerated them just fine!
4 year old observations
While driving by the cemetary yesterday...
CJ: What's the guy doing over there?
Me: He's watering the flowers.
CJ: Why's he watering the flowers?
Me: So they don't die.
CJ: Well if the die, they are already at the cemetary!
You can't make this stuff up!
CJ: What's the guy doing over there?
Me: He's watering the flowers.
CJ: Why's he watering the flowers?
Me: So they don't die.
CJ: Well if the die, they are already at the cemetary!
You can't make this stuff up!
Friday, May 16, 2008
One man's shit, another man's treasure
So, the most entertaining days of Farmington are upon us...Farmington Clean Up Days.
Each year, one Saturday in May you can get rid of all your shit for free by placing it by the curb and the garbage collectors will come pick it up...
...that is if the shit collectors don't get it first.
Each year Charlie and I have bet on how long it will take things to go...
This year our contributions were...
a broken screen door (snatched up before Charlie could even get the rest of the shit out to the curb)
a bike (gone)
a CD rack (gone)
a rusted old shower curtain rod (gone)
a broken freezer (still up for the taking if anyone wants to claim it)
People start putting their shit out days before the actual event... of course Friday evening is the most busiest for the shit collectors. All night trucks with trailers will cruise the streets looking for some more shit to take home. I've seen one particular white truck driving by on several occasions with shit piled up higher than the cab of the truck.
Of course now that nightfall has come upon us, you would think it would calm down...oh no, you'd think it was rush hour with all the traffic, and they now have flashlights to look through people's shit piles.
Crazy...pure nuttiness...but good entertainment!
Each year, one Saturday in May you can get rid of all your shit for free by placing it by the curb and the garbage collectors will come pick it up...
...that is if the shit collectors don't get it first.
Each year Charlie and I have bet on how long it will take things to go...
This year our contributions were...
a broken screen door (snatched up before Charlie could even get the rest of the shit out to the curb)
a bike (gone)
a CD rack (gone)
a rusted old shower curtain rod (gone)
a broken freezer (still up for the taking if anyone wants to claim it)
People start putting their shit out days before the actual event... of course Friday evening is the most busiest for the shit collectors. All night trucks with trailers will cruise the streets looking for some more shit to take home. I've seen one particular white truck driving by on several occasions with shit piled up higher than the cab of the truck.
Of course now that nightfall has come upon us, you would think it would calm down...oh no, you'd think it was rush hour with all the traffic, and they now have flashlights to look through people's shit piles.
Crazy...pure nuttiness...but good entertainment!
Pass the placenta please...
I keep forgetting to blog my funny work story...
I was talking to a patient's daughter who came up from Nashville to be with her dad after his hip surgery. She was talking about this restaurant she went to for lunch... Fogo de Chao.
She was explaining the meal and some of the side dishes that accompany it, she described these little crispy corn things, kinda like cornbread but not...she said "I think they call it placenta"
I just nodded my head, umm... I think that would be polenta!
Then in a later conversation she said she was really hoping to get into nursing, I sure hope labor and delivery isn't in her future...pass the placenta please!
I was talking to a patient's daughter who came up from Nashville to be with her dad after his hip surgery. She was talking about this restaurant she went to for lunch... Fogo de Chao.
She was explaining the meal and some of the side dishes that accompany it, she described these little crispy corn things, kinda like cornbread but not...she said "I think they call it placenta"
I just nodded my head, umm... I think that would be polenta!
Then in a later conversation she said she was really hoping to get into nursing, I sure hope labor and delivery isn't in her future...pass the placenta please!
3 months
It was time to get Nicholas's 3 month pictures taken, before he turns 4 months this weekend...
this is the one we got in a sepia tone (which my photo editing software doesn't do too well)
And some MN Twins pics for Dad, CJ wanted his picture taken too, but wasn't too smiley...
this is the one we got in a sepia tone (which my photo editing software doesn't do too well)
And some MN Twins pics for Dad, CJ wanted his picture taken too, but wasn't too smiley...
Thursday, May 8, 2008
CJ's Birthday
For CJ's birthday on Tuesday I let him pick what he wanted to do. His selection...go to the "duck park" to feed the ducks and play on the playground and have a picnic. I was pretty impressed, I thought we'd be stuck at Chucky Cheese or something! Unfortunately it started to rain, so our picnic got moved to McDonalds where we spent AN HOUR in the play area, good times! Thank God for iced coffee and a book.
At what age do they stop giving you the "cheesy" smile when you tell them to smile for the camera...
Not too many ducks yet at the duck pond, just a bunch of annoying geese. But it's fun to try to pelt them with the bread pieces, dumb birds. I managed to get a piece on the middle of one's back, it was entertaining to watch him try to reach around to get it, didn't get the camera in time. Of course CJ has no clue I'm actually TRYING to hit the bird with the bread, he thinks I just have bad aim...well that isn't too far of a stretch either!
If there is a stick in a 2 mile radius, CJ is bound to find it. He fought with me to take it home, he said it could be his birthday present.
And Nicholas was so happy!
At what age do they stop giving you the "cheesy" smile when you tell them to smile for the camera...
Not too many ducks yet at the duck pond, just a bunch of annoying geese. But it's fun to try to pelt them with the bread pieces, dumb birds. I managed to get a piece on the middle of one's back, it was entertaining to watch him try to reach around to get it, didn't get the camera in time. Of course CJ has no clue I'm actually TRYING to hit the bird with the bread, he thinks I just have bad aim...well that isn't too far of a stretch either!
If there is a stick in a 2 mile radius, CJ is bound to find it. He fought with me to take it home, he said it could be his birthday present.
And Nicholas was so happy!
The Bumbo seat
I got Nicholas his Bumbo seat from a friend, he does really well in it, and looks so cute!
And here's Miss Adeline sitting in it, Nicholas's little girlfriend, she was born on Christmas day. I absolutely love those cheeks!
CJ's 4th birthday party
Finally some pics of the event, of course if you've visited The Hanson Hat Trick you've seen some already, she is WAY more organized than I am! 
Riding in the car with Reagan and Rylee...
Trying out my new rollerskates...
Playing my new baseball game...
My cake...aren't I creative with my birthday greeting...
Thank God for health insurance Part 2
I was looking at my insurance statements for having Nicholas... NOT including any prenatal care the total was...$30,715.09
Broken down as follows...
Room & Board
$6800.00
Pharmacy Charge
$3440.20
Supplies
$898.09
Laboratory
$684.90
Oper Room
$5230.60
Anesthesia
$1416.10
Recovery Rm
$969.90
Dr. Ditmanson (OB/GYN)
$4,816
Dr. Corbett (Endo)
$412
Anesthesiologist
$877.80
Nurse Anesthetist
$718.20
And for Nicholas...
Nursery Charge
$2850.00
Pharmacy Charge
$123.55
Laboratory
$585.60
Of course, that is what was BILLED to the insurance, for example of the $19,439.79 billed by United Hospital only $7632.37 was paid to Medica.
Broken down as follows...
Room & Board
$6800.00
Pharmacy Charge
$3440.20
Supplies
$898.09
Laboratory
$684.90
Oper Room
$5230.60
Anesthesia
$1416.10
Recovery Rm
$969.90
Dr. Ditmanson (OB/GYN)
$4,816
Dr. Corbett (Endo)
$412
Anesthesiologist
$877.80
Nurse Anesthetist
$718.20
And for Nicholas...
Nursery Charge
$2850.00
Pharmacy Charge
$123.55
Laboratory
$585.60
Of course, that is what was BILLED to the insurance, for example of the $19,439.79 billed by United Hospital only $7632.37 was paid to Medica.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Thank God for health insurance
Got the itemized statement from Children's Hospital today for CJ's ER visit last week...
$1,926.00!
It was just over $1,000 for the head CT alone...that is one expensive sinus infection...add in the two trips to the dentist...ufda!
I know I've been negecting the blog lately, it was a busy weekend and then I've worked the past couple of evenings...hopefully tomorrow I can download the latest pictures and blog again.
I'll leave you with this gross work story...I dumped about a cup of pee on my shoe/sock this evening...it was so lovely to walk across the room hearing urine sloshing in my shoe...nope - not my urine either! Wanna smell my sock?
$1,926.00!
It was just over $1,000 for the head CT alone...that is one expensive sinus infection...add in the two trips to the dentist...ufda!
I know I've been negecting the blog lately, it was a busy weekend and then I've worked the past couple of evenings...hopefully tomorrow I can download the latest pictures and blog again.
I'll leave you with this gross work story...I dumped about a cup of pee on my shoe/sock this evening...it was so lovely to walk across the room hearing urine sloshing in my shoe...nope - not my urine either! Wanna smell my sock?
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Misc...
Some random stuff...
CJ thought Nicholas needed ALL his toys now that he can hold them, although I'm not sure what the purpose of the bead string is...
I started putting Nicholas in his Exersaucer, I'm trying to get his poor misshapen melon back to normal. I would rather avoid the helmet route if possible. I figure the more time he is off his head the better, I'm also getting a Bumbo seat also to put him in. Don't worry all you worrywarts I won't put him in it on the countertop.
CJ thought Nicholas needed ALL his toys now that he can hold them, although I'm not sure what the purpose of the bead string is...
I started putting Nicholas in his Exersaucer, I'm trying to get his poor misshapen melon back to normal. I would rather avoid the helmet route if possible. I figure the more time he is off his head the better, I'm also getting a Bumbo seat also to put him in. Don't worry all you worrywarts I won't put him in it on the countertop.
Work has been rather icky lately, I think we are running our own nursing home for the demented and immobile, throw some psych in there and you've got our nursing unit. Hopefully tomorrow will be better when I go back.
After renewing my CPR today...
Did you know CPR for laypeople has changed? There are now only 2 steps...seriously...
1) Call 911
2) Push hard and fast in the center of the chest.
Really, that's it? They've dumbed it down to 2 easy steps.
This is what the American Heart Association says about Hands Only CPR
Don’t be afraid. Your actions can only help.
It’s not normal to see an adult suddenly collapse, but if you do, call 911 and push hard and fast in the center of the chest. Don’t be afraid. Your actions can only help
It’s not normal to see an adult suddenly collapse, but if you do, call 911 and push hard and fast in the center of the chest. Don’t be afraid. Your actions can only help
Okay, can we add just another step in there...because the next time Mara falls in the skyway she might end up with bruises to her sternum. Whatever happened to "Annie, Annie are you okay?" So maybe there should be 3 steps...because if we are going to dumb it down, we better be specific... 1) Check to make sure the person is nonresponsive - ie...not breathing, and it's not THAT hard to check a pulse. 2)then call 911 and 3)go to town on the center of the chest.
Friday, April 25, 2008
The Car Has Arrived!
CJ has been anxiously awaiting the arrival of his car he got for Christmas from Papa Chuck and Grandma Patty. It was being kept at their house until it was nice enough outside to drive. He's in love...
He's yet to figure out the reverse function completely.
He's yet to figure out the reverse function completely.
Ode to Reagan...
With Nicholas's new grasping skills I thought I would try one of CJ, Reagan and Rylee's favorite toys as babies.
Mara, remember how Reagan used to scream and get so frustrated when she couldn't get it into her mouth the way she wanted. Hmmm...the "I want my way" started so young, and continues today! See this post... Only now she can talk!
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Give the kid a f'ing prize!
So the tooth saga continues...
After seeing the dentist last week CJ's tooth pain seemed to be subsiding. He didn't complain at all about his tooth hurting this week until last night. And today, he made up for all his complaint free days with blood curdling screams all day. At one point his screams were so loud, Nicholas pouted up his lip and cried the saddest cry, some sympothy cry. This time his tooth pain was more on the side. Hindsight is easy...I should have just taken him to the doctor. But no, back to the dentist we went.
Usually getting to the dentist CJ makes a bee line for the video games, but not this time, he just sat in my lap and cried. He sat in the dentist chair, let the assistant look around, she couldn't see anything so he got re-x-rayed. They didn't get very a good picture because he was moving around too much and holding the thing on his tooth hurt too bad. Dr. Brent came and took a look. By the time he got there CJ was REALLY worked up into a fit and we actually had to hold him down so Dr. Brent could look at his teeth. I think CJ shares my claustrophobia, he HATES to be held down. Dr. Brent couldn't really see anything, but didn't feel they got good x-rays. So, he gave a prescription for an antibiotic. Meanwhile CJ's still screaming that his tooth hurt and now he just wants to go home. While I'm putting his coat on, he asks if he can have his prize. (they have a little prize basket in each room). The assistant looks at him and says, "Sorry, you don't get a prize today for that." I was speechless, what...the kid is in pain, you can't do anything to help it, but you still won't let him have a prize. A f'ing 50 cent plastic piece of crap? Now CJ's screaming because he doesn't get a prize, "but I always get a prize" he says. She looked at me and said, "Sorry mom". Bitch.
So, I basically had to drag CJ out of there, I'm sure we were quite the sight! I tried to talk him into letting me take him to the ER but he wouldn't have anything to do with it. So, we went home, he fell asleep screaming on the rug in front of the door. After much more screaming and negotiating we agreed we would go to St. Paul to see the Snoopy outside of Children's hospital and they would make his tooth all better.
So, off to Children's ER we went. Before we left he got some Tylenol, Ibuprofen, a dose of the antibiotic and some Orajel - which he hated because he said it was spicy. Actually I tasted it, and it is a little spicy.
He screamed for awhile on the way, and then fell asleep. By the time we drove by Snoopy, parked and got to the ER he was much calmer. The nurse right away said, his cheek and lips are swollen is it his left side? Gotta love an observant nurse! So, CJ got to have a head CT - she suspected sinus infection but she said an x-ray doesn't show sinuses very well in kids. Luckily it was without the IV contrast so they didn't have to start an IV. CJ LOVED the CT, and Children's was GREAT! They made the CT seem like this really cool rocket/space ship that CJ got to try out, there were little star lights all over the ceiling, she made a really big deal about how cool it was. I got to stay in the room with him, she asked if there were any chance I were pregnant - ah no, just been there did that! She even strapped his head in and he stayed perfectly still and said he couldn't wait to tell Dylan that he got to ride on a space ship.
And the best part - HE GOT A PRIZE AFTER HIS HEAD CT...BECAUSE IT'S NOT ABOUT THE DIAGNOSIS, IT'S ABOUT MAKING THE EXPERIENCE POSITIVE! NEWSFLASH!
So the diagnosis, raging sinus infection, he's probably had it for weeks. They didn't really know why his symptoms come and go, but now hopefully he's on the right track.
His mean mom (that would be me) opted for the antibiotic shots (yep, two - one in each leg) followed by oral antiobiotics for quicker recovery. She said otherwise it could take up to 3-4 days before he would feel better - yeah, no thanks, not doing this any longer than we have to.
So, I hope we can now put the tooth saga to rest. And I don't think we will be returning to Children's Dental Care in Lakeville...and don't send your friends either! Everything was really fine up until the prize shaft. It still ticks me off! I'm curious to find out if this is an office policy or a bitchy assistant...
After seeing the dentist last week CJ's tooth pain seemed to be subsiding. He didn't complain at all about his tooth hurting this week until last night. And today, he made up for all his complaint free days with blood curdling screams all day. At one point his screams were so loud, Nicholas pouted up his lip and cried the saddest cry, some sympothy cry. This time his tooth pain was more on the side. Hindsight is easy...I should have just taken him to the doctor. But no, back to the dentist we went.
Usually getting to the dentist CJ makes a bee line for the video games, but not this time, he just sat in my lap and cried. He sat in the dentist chair, let the assistant look around, she couldn't see anything so he got re-x-rayed. They didn't get very a good picture because he was moving around too much and holding the thing on his tooth hurt too bad. Dr. Brent came and took a look. By the time he got there CJ was REALLY worked up into a fit and we actually had to hold him down so Dr. Brent could look at his teeth. I think CJ shares my claustrophobia, he HATES to be held down. Dr. Brent couldn't really see anything, but didn't feel they got good x-rays. So, he gave a prescription for an antibiotic. Meanwhile CJ's still screaming that his tooth hurt and now he just wants to go home. While I'm putting his coat on, he asks if he can have his prize. (they have a little prize basket in each room). The assistant looks at him and says, "Sorry, you don't get a prize today for that." I was speechless, what...the kid is in pain, you can't do anything to help it, but you still won't let him have a prize. A f'ing 50 cent plastic piece of crap? Now CJ's screaming because he doesn't get a prize, "but I always get a prize" he says. She looked at me and said, "Sorry mom". Bitch.
So, I basically had to drag CJ out of there, I'm sure we were quite the sight! I tried to talk him into letting me take him to the ER but he wouldn't have anything to do with it. So, we went home, he fell asleep screaming on the rug in front of the door. After much more screaming and negotiating we agreed we would go to St. Paul to see the Snoopy outside of Children's hospital and they would make his tooth all better.
So, off to Children's ER we went. Before we left he got some Tylenol, Ibuprofen, a dose of the antibiotic and some Orajel - which he hated because he said it was spicy. Actually I tasted it, and it is a little spicy.
He screamed for awhile on the way, and then fell asleep. By the time we drove by Snoopy, parked and got to the ER he was much calmer. The nurse right away said, his cheek and lips are swollen is it his left side? Gotta love an observant nurse! So, CJ got to have a head CT - she suspected sinus infection but she said an x-ray doesn't show sinuses very well in kids. Luckily it was without the IV contrast so they didn't have to start an IV. CJ LOVED the CT, and Children's was GREAT! They made the CT seem like this really cool rocket/space ship that CJ got to try out, there were little star lights all over the ceiling, she made a really big deal about how cool it was. I got to stay in the room with him, she asked if there were any chance I were pregnant - ah no, just been there did that! She even strapped his head in and he stayed perfectly still and said he couldn't wait to tell Dylan that he got to ride on a space ship.
And the best part - HE GOT A PRIZE AFTER HIS HEAD CT...BECAUSE IT'S NOT ABOUT THE DIAGNOSIS, IT'S ABOUT MAKING THE EXPERIENCE POSITIVE! NEWSFLASH!
So the diagnosis, raging sinus infection, he's probably had it for weeks. They didn't really know why his symptoms come and go, but now hopefully he's on the right track.
His mean mom (that would be me) opted for the antibiotic shots (yep, two - one in each leg) followed by oral antiobiotics for quicker recovery. She said otherwise it could take up to 3-4 days before he would feel better - yeah, no thanks, not doing this any longer than we have to.
So, I hope we can now put the tooth saga to rest. And I don't think we will be returning to Children's Dental Care in Lakeville...and don't send your friends either! Everything was really fine up until the prize shaft. It still ticks me off! I'm curious to find out if this is an office policy or a bitchy assistant...
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
New pics and video of the boy
Back by popular demand, video!
Still hating hats...
But apparently he understands the importance of wearing hats outdoors, he tolerated his hat just fine...
His new skill...grasping...
Smiley guy!
80!
This weekend we celebrated my Grandma Bergeron's 80th birthday party. I had every good intention of taking a ton of pictures, but this is all I got.
My sister Mara, my cousin-in-law to be Jeff, my cousin Carrie, my brother-in-law Jason
My sister Mara, my cousin-in-law to be Jeff, my cousin Carrie, my brother-in-law Jason
My cousins Michelle and Nicole
The birthday girl
Never too old to blow out candles!
The kids stayed at Mara's with Whitney the babysitter - make that rock star babysitter! She is affectionately known in our family as Whip-me. The girls couldn't say Whitney when they were younger and it came out Whip-me. She gets those kids in bed by 8:30, asleep by 9:00. I don't know how she does it, but she is worth every penny we pay her!
Lego Land
CJ has thoroughly loved the new Legos he got from my co-worker Linda. He's always having ME build these creations. Of course since my creative juices tend to be sludge rather than flow, I copy the book! I teased him he should be taking pictures of me with the Legos!
Friday, April 18, 2008
Perscription Toothpaste?
The last few nights CJ has woken up SCREAMING, that his teeth hurt. And I mean, deep, loud, owie scream. At the same time he's also had this nasty chapped upper lip. I couldn't really tell if its the lip or his teeth are really bothering him. Well after last nights restless sleep I decided to have it checked out at the dentist before the weekend. So, after x-rays and an exam, the diagnosis: teeth grinder. Yet another trait attributed to the Bergeron's...drooling, teeth grinding, talking too much, what is with Bergeron's and their mouths? So, the dentist's recommendation...perscription toothpaste. Huh? Yep, $18 for a little tube of melon paste, of course not typically covered by insurance. Hopefully it works, it's supposed to help rebuild the enamel that gets worn off with grinding and decrease the sensitivity. We'll see.
Writing of Bergeron's talking too much reminded me of being in the hospital when Nicholas was born. United Hospital has these white boards where the nurse, etc can write their name, you write the activity level and there is a spot that says..."This patient speaks...", where you are supposed to fill in the language spoken. Well not for this patient, my dear sister Mara filled in the blank with ..."too much".
Writing of Bergeron's talking too much reminded me of being in the hospital when Nicholas was born. United Hospital has these white boards where the nurse, etc can write their name, you write the activity level and there is a spot that says..."This patient speaks...", where you are supposed to fill in the language spoken. Well not for this patient, my dear sister Mara filled in the blank with ..."too much".
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