When he gets hurt or sick...
This past week was challenging.
A word of warning... this is going to be descriptive and possibly alarming to some.
A little bit of background:
Sammy was first diagnosed with Hypotonia (low muscle tone) when he was wee (like 14 months old).
This affected many of his motor skills (he was floppy, could not hold his head up) but it also affected his digestive tract. He lacked the musculature to work things out the way everyone else does (we tend to not pay much attention to how 'automatic' things seem for the rest of us; regularity, use of the toilet, digestion in general).
At the end of last week Sammy was constipated. It got so bad that five days had passed and he had not had a bowel movement. Monday night is when all hell broke loose.
Sam was in agonizing pain. He could not sleep. Jen and I opted for a shift system this particular night. She would be with him from midnight to 3 AM and I would be with him from 3 AM on.
I held him and tried my best to comfort him through the night. Sam was only able to sleep in chunks of time that spanned about 15-20 minutes.
Every time he had the urge to push out what was blocking him, he would clinch his bum because it hurt. Add to this his crossing of the legs and you're at the impossible - getting a bowel movement out of an area that is impassable.
In addition to low muscle tone, Sam has inherited his Momma's fair sensitive skin. This is only being mentioned because it complicated the situation more through the development of a nasty diaper rash from the leaking (of what is essentially bile).
Finally, Sam was able to push some of his impacted rock hard poop out.
We were agonizing with Sam (at times it seemed that we were worse off than he was).
After a few days he was back to normal and we have returned to a hyper-vigilant mode of keeping track of things.
It always seems to much worse to watch your child suffer. Its more challenging when there is no language to communicate with your child. We end up having to take our best 'guess'. Sometimes we choose correctly, other times we're wrong.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
The naughty side of things
Sometimes I see things.
I am an observer, an analyst, not a peeper or a creep (I think?).
There is a particular evening that was more wild than others. It was on this night that I observed 'her'.
She's blonde and in her mid 20's. My first impression, thinking back now, was that I thought she was attractive and that her confidence was kind of cool. Then I watched her over the months.
She made us notice her during the summer when she was blatantly suggestive/flirtatious with my co-worker and I. It's an accident when a woman's chest (hers is, well very large) rubs up against me and my co-worker once, but it has happened almost a dozen times now. It's totally NOT a turn on for either of us.
Add to this 'rubbing' her stares that remind me of those Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom episodes in the 70's where the hungry tiger is watching the gazelle on the prairie and is sneaking toward the prey with razor sharp claws at the ready to pounce and devour.
The icing on the cake has been in observing who she winds up with. This kind of makes me question why she sets her sights on me and the co-worker... since the guys are pretty much troglodytes.
Recently, she used her breasts in a very public display of distraction for a group of goofy intoxicated moronic fellas. Not only were they exposed but there was an incident where the slurring idiot whom she shot down earlier in the evening was invited to 'motor boat' her. I'm kind of giddy actually to be able to use the term on my blog.
My co-worker put an end to it with a stare of disapproval. It worked and she stopped.
This was just the beginning of the odd behavior on this night. It is just another observation of the strange things people do when they go out on the town for a night of drink and dancing.
I wonder what will happen next?
I am an observer, an analyst, not a peeper or a creep (I think?).
There is a particular evening that was more wild than others. It was on this night that I observed 'her'.
She's blonde and in her mid 20's. My first impression, thinking back now, was that I thought she was attractive and that her confidence was kind of cool. Then I watched her over the months.
She made us notice her during the summer when she was blatantly suggestive/flirtatious with my co-worker and I. It's an accident when a woman's chest (hers is, well very large) rubs up against me and my co-worker once, but it has happened almost a dozen times now. It's totally NOT a turn on for either of us.
Add to this 'rubbing' her stares that remind me of those Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom episodes in the 70's where the hungry tiger is watching the gazelle on the prairie and is sneaking toward the prey with razor sharp claws at the ready to pounce and devour.
The icing on the cake has been in observing who she winds up with. This kind of makes me question why she sets her sights on me and the co-worker... since the guys are pretty much troglodytes.
Recently, she used her breasts in a very public display of distraction for a group of goofy intoxicated moronic fellas. Not only were they exposed but there was an incident where the slurring idiot whom she shot down earlier in the evening was invited to 'motor boat' her. I'm kind of giddy actually to be able to use the term on my blog.
My co-worker put an end to it with a stare of disapproval. It worked and she stopped.
This was just the beginning of the odd behavior on this night. It is just another observation of the strange things people do when they go out on the town for a night of drink and dancing.
I wonder what will happen next?
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