Monday, March 28, 2011
Sarah, The 2-Wheel Rider
Cure For the Recipe Blahs!
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Jonah's Sleep Study
This is what we've resorted to in our desperate attempts to help Jonah sleep at night. Sad, isn't it?We took Jonah to see a pediatric pulmonologist (thanks, Jen, for the recommendation), who recommended that we bring Jonah in for a sleep study. The doctor thought we would have a simple case of obstructive sleep apnea due to Jonah's large tonsils. We just needed the proof that a sleep study would provide to take to an Ears, Nose, Throat Specialist. Great, we thought! What a simple fix! Brandon took Jonah to the sleep clinic and spent the night with him. The technician said the 45 minutes it took to hook Jonah up to all the equipment was one of his easiest and fastest jobs yet! Wow! We expected a lot of resistance from Jonah. I guess when the technicians are used to dealing with kids with a lot of behavior problems they become pretty good at their job. That and the Toy Story 3 movie Jonah got to watch during the hook up process helped immensely. When it was time to go to sleep, Brandon could see that Jonah wasn't going to sleep well in the crib they provided, so he put Jonah in bed with him so he could soothe him throughout the night. The doctor said it was a beautiful sleep study. Yeah!
Unfortunately it wasn't the slam-dunk case she originally thought. There were awakenings, and there were some obstructions, but they didn't correspond at the same time. There was a little more than normal limb movement, so maybe some Restless Leg Syndrome? We're going to get a blood test to check on that, but it doesn't look to be THE problem. We started a little Melatonin, but that only helps him go to sleep faster at night. He still wakes up in the middle of the night. And we're still going to see an ENT, but that appointment is a ways away. The doctor said Jonah is a puzzle. He's spending only 13% of his night in stages 3 & 4 deep sleep instead of the 28% he should have. Less than half? That's a concern. He looks tired too. He's had dark circles under his eyes for so long.
So there it is! It's pretty inconclusive. It's a long process. The doctor says everything we learn is another piece of the puzzle. I'm anxious to potty train and move him to a big bed. After the doctor told us stories of parents who take turns staying up with their children all night long to make sure they're safe because they're out of their cribs, I'm trying to be more patient. So, do we look into meds? They terrify me. They're not FDA approved. They haven't been tested in children. What's worse . . . the effects of long-term sleep deprivation or side effects of medication? I don't know. Advice, anyone?
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Growing Up Is Hard To Do
We've been fighting Jacob a lot lately with his "attitude." I guess part of growing up is thinking you know better than your parents and exerting your independence and sense of self . . . as painful as it is to watch & live through.
So last week when we took Jacob to his first Blue & Gold Banquet for Cub Scouts, he was too cool to play any of the silly games with the older boys no matter what Mom or Dad said to try and convince him. "That's dumb," or "That's so easy. I'm not wasting my time doing that," was all we could get out of Jacob. Finally the peer pressure of the Scout leaders and some other boys got to Jacob, and, of course, he had a BLAST playing the dumb and silly games.
Soon after I took Jacob to the library after he begged and begged so he could find a Star Wars chapter book to read (which is too hard to him to read, but hey, who am I to stop him from trying). The library was out of Book One, so Jacob searched and searched for other cool books. I found all kinds of darling, cute books that he kept turning down. When I finally asked him what his problem was, he said, "Mom, I don't want a 'cute' book, I want a 'cool' one!" Ohhhh! What was I thinking? Now there's a whole slew of books at the library that Jacob won't read because I mislabeled them as "cute." We'll have to give him some time to forget before returning!
Then the day came when the school called. Jacob was sick at school and had just thrown up all over his classroom. I remember when I was a kid in school that NOTHING was more embarrassing than vomiting in front of your peers! Poor Jacob. I raced to school and found him sitting in the sick room quietly trying to be brave. As soon as he saw me he ran and threw himself into my arms sobbing. He couldn't hold back any longer. There I was, the one person he didn't have to pretend to be cool in front of. The person he knew loved him no matter what. It's nice to know that I'm still good for something and that no matter how big Jacob gets, he still needs his mom.
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