chiropractor

You had your first real adjustment today at the Chiropractor.

We started off on the wrong foot.  Grandma White met us there because she had an appointment too, so we went at the same time so she could hang out with Garrett.  You saw Grandma get adjusted and it was a bit traumatizing for you.  I should have known this might happen because you started screaming and crying when you saw me get a flu shot.  Sweet little sensitive girl, you thought mom and grandma were getting hurt!  So we had to calm you down before your adjustment.  You cried a lot but you were fine afterward.  Until we went to pay and get your picture for the 'Well Adjusted Kids' wall in the office.  I'm sure I'll take you back for more because I think it is so good for kids, especially right after they learn to walk and have a lot of falls and bumps, but I'm going to give you a couple of weeks to forget about it.

The good news is that you were super happy afterward, and you fell asleep on the drive home.  And (I'm pretty sure this was a first), you stayed asleep while I got you out of your car seat, carried you in the house, took you to your room, and put you in your crib.  You snuggled into your bunny and stayed asleep.  I'm really hoping this helps with your recent (constant) fussing, short naps, and early morning wake-ups.  Fingers crossed!!

not the best of luck in 2013...so far.

On January 1st you took off, walking for good this time!  Once Garrett saw this new trick he expected you to keep up and 'run with the big boys'.  I'm constantly amazed at your speed, determination and desire to keep up.  As well as climb, jump and run.  Along with this new found freedom has come a lot of bumps and falls.  They usually don't stop you for long, but I can't imagine you're little body not feeling a little beat up.  I remember the first time your brother fell hard in shorts and scraped his knee.  Everyone within a mile knew about it, and he made sure they knew for about a half and hour.  He screamed and screamed!  Yesterday I put you down for a nap and when you woke up I noticed little bits of blood on the sheet.  I checked you and saw you have a pretty bad scraped knee!  We'd been on a walk and played outside and you'd tripped a couple of times, but I don't even know with the bad fall happened.  Way to shake it off, girl!

A couple of nights ago we went to McDonald's for an ice cream cone and some play time.  There was a little toddler sized slide in the play area.  Garrett ran over to it to climb the steps.  There were a couple little boys, maybe 3 or 4 years old, playing on the slide too.  You walked right to the bottom of the slide and started climbing up it.  You made it to the top before dad or I could get to you and you came face to face with a little boy you don't know and you giggled.  One of the moms watching said, "Wow! Shes' a little dare devil!"

The roughest day this year was about a week and a half ago.  Dad was changing you, and you did a flip and landed in a dresser drawer, and your mouth his the corner and you lost a tooth! :(  Here's the story from the family blog so you can read all the details if you want to:


I'm mostly ok with the events of January 8th, but I still have back and forth moments of being sad.

My mom had left that morning and it was officially the end of our holiday vacation.  We'd had visitors twice, celebrated Christmas, and been on a vacation.  Needless to say, it had been over two weeks since my kids were on their normal schedules.  Anyway, we'd all just sat in the hot tub at my in-laws and the drive home was super mellow and relaxed.  My plan was to put the kids to bed, exercise for 30 minutes, then go to bed myself, hopefully by 9:30.  I even said to Paul, "I think this will be the first time ever that I go to bed before 'Parenthood' even starts."

We got home and Garrett and I were in the living room, Paul took Addie to her room to put her jammies on.  I was washing some lettuce and the monitor was sitting on the counter top.  I heard Paul's normal diaper changing sound effects.  It was kind of muffles, but I heard him say, "No, no, no!"  I figured Addie had put her hand in a dirty diaper or something.  Then I heard screaming, from Paul and Addie... I still wasn't sure if they were playing or really screaming.  Then I heard my name.  I took off down the hall.  Paul was running down the hall toward me hold the screaming Addie.  All I remember is him saying, "She fell, she fell!"  Addie turned toward me and her face was covered in blood.  I then saw Paul's shirt, also covered in blood.  We ran to the kitchen and I grabbed towels.  I felt like I started hyperventilating and I also started to cry.  To say there was blood pouring out of her mouth is accurate.  I was trying to get the story from Paul, but it didn't matter.  I couldn't wipe away the blood fast enough to see a cut anywhere.  It was literally pooling in her mouth within seconds of me sopping it up.  But I finally saw.  The dark hole in her gums.  "PAUL! HER TOOTH IS GONE!"  It can't be real.  Teeth don't just get knocked out. It's a movie thing.  Not a real life, one year old little girl thing. Poor Garrett watching me cry/freak out/seeing all the blood.  Poor Addie in pain.  Poor Paul feeling responsible.  "Paul, go find the tooth!!"  He ran down the hall.  I called my FIL to meet us at the ER and take G.  We were in the car and on the way.  I squatted in the van next to Addie the whole way, saying, "I'm so sorry baby girl, I'm so sorry."  I got her to drink some warm water on the way and the bleeding let up quite a bit.

Fast forward to the ER.  Paul and I walk through the double doors, each holding a kid.  The room was packed and really quiet.  Garrett was wearing bright green shorty shorts with an over-sized bright yellow t-shirt, no socks, no shoes.  Addie was wearing a t-shirt and diaper, no pants, shoes or socks, with blood on her face and shirt.  Paul was wearing a dress shirt covered in blood.  I really was going to exercise and go to bed, so I had no make-up on, and had changed into work-out clothes.  And this may come as a surprise to you, but when I put on my work-out clothes, I don't look like a sponsored athlete.  If I listened closely, I could hear the applause for parents of the year.

I'll be the first to admit that if I'm at the ER, I'm there because I feel like my situation is an emergency, so unless you get wheeled in on a stretcher or you're carrying your own arm, you should wait your turn.  But when I heard it would be over an hour that I had to stand there holding my crying bloody baby, I did some really loud complaining to Paul, right by the check-in desk, and we were with a doctor in less than 5 minutes.    No concussion, no broken bones, and nothing they could do about the tooth.  The ER doc told us to give her tylonol, and check her often throughout the night and then to follow up with our pediatrician.

Addie slept great.  Paul and I didn't.  I got up early and made an appointment with her doctor.  Paul called his dentist friend from the Lion's Club, and he got us right in.  It was very comforting talking to the dentist, (who had a son who, when he was 8 months old, had a tooth get knocked out).  He told me that the risks/discomfort of a spacer are much greater than just embracing the new little window in her mouth that will be there for several years, until her permanent teeth come in.  It would require a fake tooth, a wire in her mouth bridging them together that would be in there until she started losing other baby teeth, and general anesthesia.  I started feeling better about the gap after that visit.  We really didn't need to go to the pediatrician, but I figured, what the hell, what's one more co-pay.  He just checked her again for concussion symptoms, and told us to call for an antibiotic if we saw any swelling.  (The dentist also told us that same thing.)  We also learned at the dentist when they called to verify coverage that our kids didn't get automatically added to our dental insurance like they do with health insurance. Awesome.  Fortunately, the Lion's have a 'help out fellow lion's' mentality, and that visit was free.

So that's it.  Addie is fine.  Her mouth is healing fast.  And her front bottom left baby tooth is forever gone.  Sigh...

Here's the quick, how it happened, story.  She was on her changing table.  She's at the phase that Garrett went through where it's nearly impossible to change her diaper alone.  She kicks, arches her back, flips, grabs at everything...  Paul had his hand on her leg, opened the middle drawer to get a sleeper, (her changing table is her dresser), and she did a flip that he didn't even see coming.  He caught her legs but it was too late.  Her face had hit the corner of the drawer before he could get a hold of her.

In the stress of it all I said some things I shouldn't have, like, "did you really have a hand on her!?" and, "I feel like you're never as careful with the kids as I am."  But I know it could have just as easily happened to me, and he feels absolutely awful about it.  But it could have been a lot worse, and thankfully she's just fine.

The tooth came completely out.  Not sure how she hit, but the tooth ripped forward, not up or back, so she has a cut down the front of her gums.

Here are the pictures from your rough night/day.

The tooth ripped completely out, and it can out forward, making a cup all the way down your gums.

 You were brave and so cute at the dentist.  They all loved your big, one tooth smile.

 Looking at the tooth in a bag.  Don't worry, we saved it so you can cash in on it in a few years.

Here's you being so happy in the car when we were finally done seeing doctors!

You've also had a pretty hard hit to the head on the kitchen floor, thanks to Garrett.  He claimed self-defense.  And today, dad shut your your fingers in the bathroom door.

Needless to say, I think you've earned a trip to the chiropractor!  I know it won't seem like a reward for all you've been through, but I promise when it's over you'll feel great.

On to the not so painful stuff of 2013.

Mimi came home with us on our drive from Utah and stayed for a week.  I didn't take many pictures, because we mostly just stayed close to home, went on walks, played at the park, etc.  Mimi made these floor cushions for you kids.  You love them.  You drag them around a lot and when you're tired you belly flop on one and say, "nigh, night."

Playing with animal sounds on dad's iphone.

 Playing at the park on a warm January day.

 Morning hugs from big brother.

 A new puppy at the White's.  You love the dogs and have no fears, even of the big one who outweighs you by about 160 pounds.

 Dinner with Mimi before she left for Utah.

Getting ready for an evening dip in the hot tub.

You have a funny fake laugh you do when everyone else is laughing.  You lean back and scrunch you face and do a dramatic belly laugh.

You try to repeat new words all the time.  And it's making Garrett learn more, too.

You have quite an appetite, mostly in the morning and it slows down after breakfast.  (I wish I had that problem.)  Most mornings you eat 2-3 eggs and sometimes toast or yogurt along with it.  Eggs are your favorite food right now.

You can destroy the play room in seconds.  I can't believe how much I clean up after you.  I don't remember Garrett ever moving so quickly from toy to toy.  And he's learning to clean up after himself, so I know when I walk in and it looks like a tornado hit, you're mostly to blame. :)  You get sick of each toy after about 30 seconds and you toss it to the side and go onto the next.  Sometimes you just dump a bucket of blocks or train pieces out, and that's enough of that one and you move on.

It felt like it was your first Christmas.

You were 6 weeks old on your first Christmas so you weren't a bit interested in ripping paper and bows off the gifts, pulling all the decorations from every tree you came in contact with, or fighting over toys with your brother.  This year we had plenty of all of the above, but you had a lot of fun while doing it.

Here are a few other little things we fit in during the end of December.

A boat ride through Naples Island to see the lights.

Dinner at Rick's Drive-in.

 Christmas movies and cupcakes.

 Your new found Tarzan-like ability to climb anything and everything.

We had Christmas Eve dinner at our house.

 You loved the Jell-o and sweet potatoes.

 New Christmas Jammies!

 Christmas morning!

Over to the White's for the afternoon.  More gifts and dinner.

The next day we headed to Utah for a couple of days.  We had 2 or 3 dinners/parties, more gifts, you got to see your BFF, and you hated every minute of the drive.

 You were happy to see Dad at the end of a quick weekend, and long drive.  I'm glad I have nearly 5 months to gear up for the drive again.  Needless to say, your 2nd Christmas was a success!