mhutchinson: July 2007

Monday, July 30, 2007

Update on Drew

Well,

All is well. (thank God)

The neurosurgeon said all is well with Baby Drew. His problem is called "positional molding" and will correct itself in a few years as his brain grows. I was worried about long term effects or problems with brain growth...but it seems there is nothing to worry about. He said the helmets are marketed to parents based on their guilt if they "ignore" the problem. He said insurance does not cover any part of these 3 thousand dollar devices and as your child grows and has to have a new helmet made, you have to pay it all over again. He also said that the same results will be achieved with normal growth. So, that is that. This is a great case of why you should not believe all the research you do yourself online. I read a lot of information on plagiocephaly and all of it pointed to a helmet being beneficial and necessary to correct the problem. I was wrong and I am glad. My baby is okay. Perfect actually.

Friday, July 27, 2007

Surprise! This one's about children.

I am writing these things in attempt to somehow preserve the moments that melt my heart. I will be devastated the day blogger announces that it is shutting down. Like, yahoo photos! The place that I entrusted to hold my precious wedding pictures, is now no more. That is what happens when you trust the internet. Don't do that.

I just want to keep track of the adorable things Madison says and does. This morning, she went under my bathroom cabinet where I keep my hair curlers and took out a hair dryer-curler thingy that I have no idea what the actual name of it is. She carried it all around the house, pretending to curl her hair. I was washing up some dishes and I peaked around the corner to see her sneak a kiss to Drew, who was in his walker and then she began to "do" his hair.

When Madison wakes up in the morning she has several different calls to get my attention. This morning it was "Mom-eeeeeee, Mom-eeeee". As I try to get her to call me Mommy instead of saying momma. The other morning she called, "dadddyyyyyy, mommaaaa, doooo (Drew), eeeeaaaaaaaatttttt". Of course I rushed to her, the thought of her hungry breaks my heart.

I asked her what she wanted for breakfast this morning and she declared, "BANNINI, bannniiiiniiiii..." So, knowing my little one oh so well, I got her a bananna. The she pointed to the top of the fridge and said, "Beeeaaa, beeaaa..." it took me a minute to see she wanted bread. I got the bread down and she had a smile on her face and raised her hands to the bread. She loves empty ice cream cones (I am sure she would love them full of ice cream too) so I gave her one the other day. When she was done she wanted another. She said, "morrreee" for the first time then.