All Aboard The Tubes Train

This morning I took Jamie to the ENT for a consult on the ear tubes issue.  Between the infection he was diagnosed with on Easter weekend and his significant speech delay, it was time to pursue this course.  Luckily, we loved the doctor who did Liam’s ear tubes so we just called the practice and made an appointment for Jamie.

It turns out Jamie is pretty much exactly the same as Liam was – gunky ears even with anti-biotics.  The doctor stuck a scope in Jamie’s ear and immediately said “Yup.  He needs tubes.”

On Monday, May 9th, Jamie will get his tubes installed.  It will probably be a very early morning procedure that will have us home by mid-morning at the latest.  This is good since he has to be NPO (nothing by mouth from midnight the night before) for the procedure.  The earlier we get it done, the less pissy he will be about it.

This is also good news as far as his speech is concerned.  Getting tubes will likely speed up the process of therapy and let him make the very most of what the therapists can do for him.  It is more than a little bit likely that the constant fluid on his ears is a factor in the delay of his speech.

So, now I have something else to add to the list when it comes to the kinds of babies I make:  hairy, reflux-y, ear-tubed boys.

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Easter Dudes

Getting a picture of the boys this year was simply not happening.  Jamie was diagnosed with a double ear infection the day before Easter so he wasn’t feeling up to snuff.  The camera was not his friend and, in fact, he did his level best to ruin whatever shot I was trying to get.

Exhibit A
This is about the best shot we got over the course of the whole day and I’m pretty sure Scot took it.

It’s a shame, really, because his outfit was ADORABLE and Liam was even coordinated with him.  It would have made a killer shot of the two of them together if Jamie hadn’t been sick and fractious.  Oh well, another time, perhaps.

Apparently, the best thing we could have done was turn him upside down.

Spud, on the other hand, cooperated.

Well done, kiddo.

Otherwise, Easter went fine and my in-laws fed us a lovely dinner.  It was the first time I’d left the house in 5 days because of various illnesses keeping me at home.  Tomorrow, I actually get 2.5 hours to myself alone. in. the. house.  I’m not quite sure how I’ll cope with that.  Probably I’ll just do laundry.

Easter Eggs!

I dyed eggs with Liam yesterday and great fun was had by both of us.  Also, a little tip I picked up from a friend on Twitter: put the egg inside a wire whisk.  Then, the kid can dunk away into the dye without trying to balance the egg on that silly wire circle they include in the kits.  It works like a dream!
 Yes.  We have a lot of mugs.

Let Me Get This Straight

Those of you that follow along on this blog know that Jamie is in the process of early intervention for speech.  In this state, we have a program that provides this (and other therapeutic services for children) free of charge and in your home.  We got the referral for speech therapy in mid-March during Jamie’s well child check up.

Now, the basic process works like this: call the Alliance for Infants and Toddlers and speak with the intake coordinator to give basic information.  Within two weeks a service coordinator calls and sets up an appointment to come out to the house.  At this appointment you get an overview of the program and answer a bunch of questions about your kid.  Then, you set up an appointment to meet with the evaluation team which comes in to determine if your child qualifies for the recommended services and any other possible needed services.  There was a three week gap between our initial appointment and the evaluation. Most of the questions I answered during the service coordinator visit were asked again at the evaluation.  After the evaluation, the service coordinator farms out your case to one of half a dozen outfits who have the therapists that actually work with you and your child.  They have 2 weeks to call and set up your first meeting with them.

We have now worked through the process to that point.  I just got off the phone with our speech therapist to set up Jamie’s first actual appointment to, you know, HELP HIM.  They will be coming out to see him next Friday, April 29th.  (Incidentally, that’s my birthday.)  At that point it will be 6 weeks from the time we started this process.  SIX.  WEEKS.  But not one useful session to help Jamie.  Now, I expected bureaucracy and that it would take time.  I’m ok with how things have gone so far.

Until the speech therapist told me that the first time she came out would essentially be yet another throw away appointment where she would EVALUATE A KID WHO HAS ALREADY BEEN EVALUATED.  Oh goody.  I get to answer the same questions for yet a third time and all because the state requires her to do so.  Can’t the state be content with the information gathered already?  Apparently not.  No, they must waste both my time and the therapist’s covering ground that has already been covered in agonizing thoroughness.  Meanwhile, my kid has not had one iota of progress with a problem that has plagued us for more than 6 months.  Worse yet, he only has until the age of 3 before he ages out of this program and has to move on to another.  So, yeah, wasting time is NOT what the doctor ordered.

I have no choice but to follow this little tap dance to its conclusion because if I quit now and start somewhere else, I’d just have to do all of this painful bullshit AGAIN.  I’m about ready to delve into the sticky world of internet research and figure out how to help the kid by myself.  I mean, really, I have a college degree, I know how to read, and I know how think critically and analytically.  I should be able to figure this out.  Of course, I have all the time in the world for that, right?  Riiiiiight.

This is just ridiculous.  My kid has been struggling for all this time to talk to us and he’s having trouble.  We have daily frustration over trying to understand him – multiple times every day.  He gets frustrated and angry that he can’t make himself understood.  He gives up trying in some instances and THAT is something I cannot stand.  I looked to these people to help my kid because it was not my area of expertise and so far all they want to do is drown me in paperwork with the idea that this somehow helps a 2 year old who can’t say something as simple as “milk.”

It’s a good thing it will be an entire week before this woman gets here because it may take me that long to get my temper under control.  It’s not her fault the state is playing paperwork games and it’s not right of me to take it out on her.  But, damn, just HELP MY KID already.

Diet: Week Four

It’s slow going, folks.  Progress is small and measured in decimal points.  I lost half a pound this week.

Indeed, this is better than last week when I lost nothing at all.  I managed to increase my activity (thanks for the kick up the pants on that one, Trista!) and it did some good, if only a little.  I wanted much better progress this week and I am frustrated with this s-l-o-w movement on my downward trajectory.

My weekly points allowance was cut back by one point because of the weight loss so I will need to start eating a bit less anyway.

Goals for the week:

  • increase my activity again – better intensity, longer periods of exercise.
  • start eating breakfast again.  While I’ve stayed within my points allowances and earned some activity points this past week, I quit with the breakfast.  I don’t know if that has anything to do with anything but since I’m frustrated, I’m going back to breakfast.  (Tomorrow since I didn’t get it today.)
  • more fruit and veg.  I need to make sure I’m getting every serving I should have every single day.  That’s not happening as yet.
  • FOCUS.  Never my strong suit.  I need to make sure I focus on what I want and how I’m going to get there so when I want to start eating Easter candy I keep my fat fingers out of it.
Onward and downward (on the scale), I hope!