Thursday, May 23, 2013

Forrest's first few weeks

Forrest, one week old

Looking back at our first week home with Forrest, I feel thankful. The happy vibe we'd been riding throughout our experience at the hospital escorted us home. The welcome we received was one of comfort. We were greeted by an enthusiastic big sister and our Mothers. Knowing we had their help and support, set my frazzled new Mom brain at ease. The warm sunshine seemed to echo my mood that morning as Andrew carried in our sweet new baby.

While in the hospital, Nanna Teresa took charge of the older Fleglets. When discussing when I'd be released from the hospital with our kids, Eliza suggested that I stay an additional day.

"Don't you want me to come home sooner?" I asked in surprise. Feeling somewhat caught, she back peddled.

"Well, it's not that I don't want you to come home. I just don't want Nanna Teresa to leave." Hurt feelings aside, I thought that was a sweet and perfect testament to how well they'd been cared for.

My Mom picked up where Nanna Teresa left off that weekend as she ran errands, shuttled children, prepared meals and cuddled with baby so I could rest. The urge to jump back into my role was hard to fight. I felt a need to prove to myself that I was up to the task, to reassure my kids that 'Mom was back' and that life would return to normal. 

I neglected to remember that giving birth takes time to recover from. The pain medicine deceptively masks those physical reminders. This gives a Mother the false impression that she is set to go back to work. With the amount of help I had, I was able to take this time to catch up on sleep and bond with my baby. Maybe I'm over emphasizing the relief that this was, but the support from family and my ward was the best and truly appreciated. Neighbors helped carpool my kids, invited them over for playdates and provided several meals.

Having her own job to return to that Monday, we kissed Nana Marie goodbye and welcomed back Nanna Teresa. She moved in for the week which meant I didn't have to worry about getting the kids out the door to school, meals and everything else in between. 'Thank you' doesn't begin to cover our gratitude for all she did.
We have to thank Bubba as well since he had to share his sweet wife with us. The week was about furthering introductions and enjoying some 'down time' while gearing up for real life.

Introducing Forrest to Aunt Katie, the twins & Bubba was another highlight of that week.

Forrest, two weeks old
7.5 lbs, 20 inches
*Funny Story: We were told Forrest was 21 inches at birth. At his first appointment to the doctor's office, he measured 19.5 inches. They measured him twice after I told him what we'd heard at the hospital. The joke is that not only has he regained his birth weight, but he's just about regained his birth height as well. So, whatever the birth announcement reads regarding his height, it's a total guess. 

Our second week home started out on an awful note. It sounded like this,

"Sorry to wake you," Andrew began. I can see that he is ready for work. The baby, I'm guessing, is downstairs with Nanna Teresa. Thankfully, she'd be with us a few more days. Still sleepy, I don't say anything. I wait as he continues,

"Eliza thinks she has strep." There it is. "Should we send her to school?"  

"No." I say automatically. "I'll call the doctor." A few hours later, it's confirmed that Eliza has strep for the fourth consecutive month in a row. What the @!&#!! We make plans to have the entire family tested. He suggests the younger two get tested, along with Eliza, when she finishes her new prescription. 

As we drive to the pharmacy to pick up a-new-to-her medicine I say,

"You know, Eliza, last night I prayed to Heavenly Father to help me find some special one on one time with you." Seeing the irony herself, she begins to smile. "A trip to the doctor's office wasn't what I had in mind!" Regardless of the situation, it was still nice to have that time with her.
This past Tuesday, at Forrest's 13 day appointment, the doctor asked whether or not we should go ahead and test Henry and Lottie since they were there in the office with me. I agreed. We debated on whether or not it was necessary to even test Lottie as strep is rare in a child her age; not to mention, neither Henry or Lottie were symptomatic.

Their rapid tests came back negative as expected. That afternoon, I had myself tested for strep. My test came back negative. None of this information surprised me. I was glad we were ruling everything out. Wednesday, following Henry's preschool graduation, I get an unexpected call. It's the pediatrician's office. Henry and Lottie's overnight culture both grew strep. THEY HAVE IT TOO!

Welcome home to the land of strep new baby Forrest!

 Considering how much of this has been going on, 
you can imagine my state of distress concern. I've been reassured that it is uncommon/unheard of for a baby this young to pick up strep. Even so, I felt my mental wellness plummet yesterday when I received that call.

While we have our suspicions, there is no way to know for sure if Henry and Lottie are both carriers or if they just picked up her germ this time around. The entire family, even the parents who tested negatively on all tests, are taking medicine. And then, fingers crossed, we will be rid of this nasty for good. Or will we? The saga continues. There's a good chance someone will be evicting their tonsils this summer. 

Until then, we'll keep smiling.
This proud sister hasn't stopped smiling. 
Her pained expression is proof of this!
And her hair, by the way, 
is evidence of the fact that she's now a forgotten middle child.

(I say that, but as I type this now, Lottie is planted firmly in my lap.)


*Jess* said...

Jocelyn got strep before she was even a year old! I was so surprised!

tortured mormon mom said...

Katie had it like Eliza does and after we got her tonsils out, she rarely got it anymore. I'd do the tonsils sooner rather than later! By the way, he is the cutest baby I have ever seen!