Sunday, May 29, 2016

Knox's Naming

Today was Knox's baby naming ceremony, and it was perfect! Such amazing people, great food, successful set-up, and perfect baby! Here's the letter we read to Knox explaining the meaning and symbolism of both his English and his Hebrew names (A means I read, S means Sam read):


Knox,

A: Today is your baby naming, where your family and our friends surround us, welcoming you to the world. You are probably not really aware of all the love in this room right now, but one day, we hope you know just how truly loved and wanted you are! You are probably also not aware of how sleep-deprived we are, so I’m hoping that this letter makes since because your name is very important to your dad and me. We put a lot of thought into it, as so many of the people in the room know! When we found out that we were having a boy, one of the very first thoughts after “Oh my God, are you kidding me?!” was “How will we ever come up with ANOTHER boy name!?” Daddy and I laughed about how we had all these girl names in mind but no boy names on our lists any more. Names are extremely important to us. Having the honor and privilege of choosing the perfect one for you was no easy task and not a decision we took lightly. Both your English and Hebrew names were given to you with lots of thought, and we hope you will take pride in using the names we’ve selected for you.

A: The meaning of your middle name, “Morgan” is pretty symbolic. Before I tell you about it, I want you to know that Daddy and I aren’t the only ones who had ideas for what your name should be. From the first time they ever knew we had a baby on the way, your brothers wanted to give name suggestions. The first name from Banner that really stuck was Dolphin. He came up with other names later on: Cameron, Jacob, Evan... but Dolphin was the first. Trust me, I tried. I tried to incorporate that name, looking up words that meant “dolphin” or even considered the name “Dolphine” – for about 5 seconds. Then, one day, I saw Morgan on a list of names for boys. I’ve always loved that name, but I hadn’t really considered it a “boy name” as I knew only girls with that name. Yet, one of Daddy’s favorite actors is Morgan Freeman, and a male character on General Hospital is named Morgan. So, I started to consider it, especially loving that it IS gender-neutral. When I looked up the meaning of the name, I knew it was for you. “Morgan” comes from the Old Welsh masculine name “Morcant”. “Mor” meaning “sea” and “cant” meaning “circle” or “completion.” This became perfect for you. I’m 90% sure you are our last child, helping complete our family circle. In addition, Daddy and I love the sea – our most favorite vacations are cruises and being on the water. And, I have to point out, the best part: dolphins live in the sea.

S: You also have a Hebrew name, Chanan Chaim. These names were chosen for you by your mom and by me to honor the memory of two very special people in our lives. Because you won’t get to meet these special members of your family, we want to tell you about them now and let you know how you came to get this special Hebrew name.

A: My grandmother, Rosalie, was a nurturer in every sense of the word. She was always there for me and all of her family in times of need and in times of celebration. I can’t think of a time when Grandma wasn’t nurturing members of her family in some way.
The Thanksgivings, the Seders, the Hanukkah parties, yes, but the mundane meals in her kitchen. Those were the times I could tell she just really enjoyed having us there. I even have a memory of her bringing spaghetti to the table as she talked about how it’s her joy to have all of us to cook for. The snacks after naps, the bagels in the morning after a sleepover at her house, the treats she’d bring us when she’d pick us up from school. She nurtured us with food.
There were the days she came to stay with me because I was sick and Mom couldn’t take another day off work. She even assured me it was okay to eat the toast on Passover if I was sick. She kissed boo-boos, calmed itches with Campho-Phenique, and applied ice when we needed it. She took temperatures and cooled our foreheads with wet cloths. She nurtured us to heal.
Grandma wasn’t afraid of emotion. She would cry while reading our birthday cards to her, she’d let us know when she was upset with how we were treating our siblings, and she’d tear up while saying the blessings over the candles at Seder. Once, when I was a sophomore in high school, I was home sick on the same day a beloved character on General Hospital (our “story”) said his final goodbye as he died from AIDS, a disease that hit close to home. The phone rang shortly after the emotional scene, and I knew it would be her. “You okay?” she said through tears. “I am. Are you?” I replied in a cracking voice. I’m not sure who needed that call more, but we cried together. She nurtured us with emotion.
So many of my memories are when Grandma had to step in when Mom couldn’t be there. One in particular is when Mom was in the hospital recovering from surgery, and Grandma was at home with Uncle Brock, Aunt Kira, and me. It was snowing or raining – I’m not sure which – I was about 4 years old. Either way, we were all piled in bed with Grandma, and again, my vivid memory is of her with arms around us – probably annoyed at her lack of space and being up in the middle of the night – but laughing through it no less. She nurtured us by being there.
The family trips, the incessant weather reports, the realization that Pretty Woman was not an appropriate movie for a 9-year-old, the bra shopping, the unsuccessful search for the Alamo… she nurtured us with laughter.
I could go on and on, because Grandma was and continues to be such an important person in my life. I wish my children had gotten a chance to know her. And I wish she had a chance to meet you, Banner, & Quinn. But, she lives on in us and, Knox, your own grandma is so much like mine and I love that you are developing a strong bond with her at this young age.

The Hebrew name, Chanan, is in memory of my Grandma and it means “compassionate/gracious.” Grandma had to be compassionate in order to nurture us and her relationships with us. She cared, genuinely cared in every since of the word, for her family. I hope you, too, will care for, nurture, and show compassion to others in your life. In some ways, you already do that in the most fundamental way a human can. You look at us and smile. Your eyes fill with delight when you see me, Daddy, your brothers. You light up and give back that love we are showing you. I hope you will always look at others with such a strong acceptance and nurturing love.

S: To be honest, I had a lot of trouble deciding what your second Hebrew name should be  and whom you should be named after. I told Mommy that I personally hadn’t endured a loss since we named Quinn – a fact for which I am grateful – and I considered another route. I originally said to Mommy that I didn’t want to name you after anyone, that I didn’t like the idea of naming you after someone who had died when I really wanted to just focus on life. Mommy responded that this is the reason Jews name their children after someone who has died, so that they may live on in some way. And that was how we came up with the second part of your Hebrew name: Chaim, which means “life.” It represents the full life we hope you have while also allowing one of the most important people in my life to live on. This special name is in memory of my mom, Leslie. I am proud to share this name with you, as “Chaim” is also the second part of my Hebrew name – which means it is a special gift from your Bubbie, who selected it for me and for whom you, like Quinn, are named. Bubbie was an amazing friend, a trustworthy mentor, and brought the light of vibrant life everywhere she went, instilling it in everyone she knew. So today, Knox, Mommy and I bestow upon you this name, in mourning of the life Bubbie didn’t get to live out, in celebration of the health and happiness our friends and family have enjoyed these last several years, and in honor of what a blessing it is to have you here, to be here with you, and to cherish all the momentous and mundane miracles your life will bring you.

A: You may have noticed that we haven’t mentioned the name you will most often be called: Knox. Well, that’s mostly because your first name, admittedly, was selected more for its visible strength and its sound, than for its meaning. But as we’ve gotten to know you, and to contemplate your name, we believe it’s perfect for the life we hope you lead.

S: “Knox” means “round hill” or “from the hills,” a place where the land goes up and down – back and forth. Not from treacherous mountains, nor from vapid plains, but from a place you still have to work to traverse. A place providing some shelter but holding you still responsible to protect yourself. A topography not lightly taken, but not overbearing. Mommy’s family and my own have worked hard to make a life for you in this world, and we’re lucky to have more than many people: in love, in family, in friends, in comfort, and in general. Mommy and I toil and sacrifice every day so that we may help you create joyful memories as you grow and learn with and from Banner and Quinn. And though we will always love you, always be here for you, and always protect you and keep you safe as best we can, we will not be able to make it effortless for you. Every day is a day to be grateful for the opportunities you have, to work hard and earn your way. Some days will seem like you’re trying to move mountains, others like you’re gliding easy over grassy fields. No matter what you’re going through, remember that we’re here to guide you, to push you, to encourage you, so when you need it, you have the strength to move those mountains, and so when you don’t you appreciate a simple stroll. And so that when you look back, you see accomplishment where once you saw challenge, hills where once you saw mountains.

A: In rereading some of the words we once read at Banner and Quinn’s namings, we noticed how the hopes we have for you and your brothers reflect the qualities of the hills. Here’s a bit of what we said to them and what we also hope for you:

“We hope you will love to laugh but be okay with crying. We hope you will be strong when faced with conflict and struggle but be sensitive to yourself and others. We hope you will take care of others but know when to take care of yourself, too. We hope you will look for answers but not be afraid to question.”

You see, so many hopes and dreams we have for you are to be a good balance of so many things – the yin and yang, the ebb and flow, the ups and downs – just like the hills, qualities that are opposing yet complimentary of each other.

Knox Morgan, we hope so many things for you, including that you like your name, as now you know it has special meanings to us. We have so many things we want to teach you about from little things like music and movies to big things like God and the world.

S: We hope you love people, enjoy music, understand the value of friendship, find romance, think positively, believe in something, stand your ground and speak your mind, fight for fairness and equality, eat good foods, and find humor in life. And we sincerely hope you will learn to sleep through the night - and soon! We want so many things for you, Knox, but mostly, we really just want you to sleep through the night… no, really, we do. But even more, we want you to be happy, healthy, and full of love!

We love you,
Mommy & Daddy
May 29, 2016

Looking at all the people in the room

The best big brothers
Our family of 5 being blessed by everyone
In the middle of the ceremony - asleep on Mommy's shoulder


With Rabbi S


With one of your 2 godmothers, Cherie 

Some of the delicious spread
The Grandparents


S cousins
J cousins
This was my favorite little decoration. Just had to capture a pic of it! :)  Love the bowtie!



Monday, May 16, 2016

3-Month Newsletter: Knox

Dear Knox,
A quarter of a year! 13 weeks old tomorrow. The fourth "trimester" is over! You are no longer a "newborn," but an "infant" at 3-months-old. And, we're within the same week that I was technically (but not officially) pregnant last year (we hadn't conceived yet, but it was technically week 1). This month, you made big strides in the happiness department! We both did. You are smiling tons, almost ready to laugh, and chatting up a storm! You most definitely seem to feel better than ever before, and I feel like maybe we've figured a few things out to help you. That sensitive formula is definitely better than the regular one, and Mylicon here and there helps you stay less gassy. I'm not completely convinced that your reflux med (Prevacid) is working 100%, and I think the Nexium might be better for you, but that's a work in progress. I'll give it a little more time and see.

What else have you been up to this month? (Minus a few differences, I really could have cut and paste from Quinn's 3-month newsletter since it's so very close to describing you, but alas, I will give you your own update!)

-You are taking anywhere from 4-6 ounces at each feeding. You usually have 6 bottles, and one during the night. Your longest stretch of sleep has been 10 hours, but that's only happened a couple times. More recently, you've been sleeping about 9 hours at night, but that's extremely new! We are doing a lot of re-pacying you in the middle of the night to help you reach that stretch; we're trying to train you to sleep longer. We just moved you up to size 3 overnight diapers, which seems to keep you more comfortable longer during the night.

-Stats and Sizes:
Size 2 diapers, Level 2 nipple (just started this week), 3M or 3-6M or 6M clothing (I like 6M pajamas on you).

-You tire easily after an hour of awake time, but we are going to start trying to stretch that time a little bit. Like Banner, you get very still and quiet when you are tired and yawn a bit. You might get a tiny bit cranky and just want to be held, and then your activity slows greatly.

-My most favorite thing is your smiles and your coos. I love hearing you "talk" to me and continue a turn-taking conversation. My favorite time of day with you is still bath time - always a fun, favorite for both of us, I think.

-You squeal and are SO wanting to laugh. Burrowing into your jaw/neck elicits the closest thing to a laugh, but we are not there just yet. You are also pretty ticklish, but that hasn't made you laugh for real yet either.

-This month, you had your first Passover and Mother's Day. We went to Banner & Quinn's school for their Mother's Day performances, as well as their Music Shabbat where they fluttered like butterflies and bumble bees. Because we couldn't find a sitter, you also attended your first symphony orchestra performance just yesterday. You did awesome!

-You nap 3-4 times a day, and that last nap is usually in the swing. You LOVE that swing, and it's usually a "go-to" when you are fussy and won't calm for Daddy or me.

-You LOVE your fingers/hands. If you didn't have a paci, you'd 100% be a thumb-sucker, so I'm going to keep giving you that paci! I'd rather have a paci user than a thumb-sucker!

-You LOVE when I sing to you. I sing "Baby Mine" nearly every night and it calms you if you're cranky or overtired.

-Car rides are getting easier, although you hate red lights still.

-You're bearing some weight on your legs - which happen to be starting to bulk up and get rolls!

-My hair is shedding ALL OVER the place and coming out in clumps in the shower (typical for the 3-month mark for me), and you often grab at it and end up with strands tangled in your fingers. This drives me nuts because I bet it's annoying to YOU, so I'm always trying to keep my hair away from you.

-You are batting at and even beginning to reach for objects. You're really enjoying your play mat links and the bouncy seat. And your favorite place to poop is the Nap Nanny! :)

Knox Morgan, I am seeing so many big changes in you. Changes that mean you are growing up and maturing a little bit, and I love seeing that personality unfold. You are such a gift. I'm so sorry that you have to deal with the loud, chaotic place that is your home and anywhere your big brothers or cousins are. I promise, I'm trying to keep you away from the unruly loud voices and actions that those active little people continue to bring upon our house, but they're 4 and 2, and one day - God-willing - you will be, too. And, you'll be just as rowdy and noisy, and in all honesty, I wouldn't have it any other way. Those boys are so happy, they love you so much, and they so badly want to interact with you. Quinn, actually, has become quite the loud little boy, and there have been times when you are frightened by him or his high-pitched squeals and outbursts. When I show him your bottom lip pouting out or how you are beginning to cry, he gets very concerned that he may have upset you. But, I promise you, no matter what I say or do, they are going to continue to be loud and ridiculously hyper, so you and I will have to learn to bear with it. It's only because they are such happy boys - and I hope you are too! But, I'm here for you - trying my best to protect you and nurture your need for quiet and less stimulation!

I love you so much, Baby Love. I can't wait to keep getting to know you as we head through this next month.
Happy 3-Months!
Love,
Mommy









Saturday, April 16, 2016

2-Month Newsletter: Knox

Dear Knox,
Today you are 2 months old! The past few weeks have been pretty difficult, I'm not gonna lie. You've been extremely fussy and difficult to read, and while we are trying our best to figure you out and what your cries mean, we are still trying to get into a groove with you. A few things have happened in the past 4 weeks that have made things even harder:

-You were diagnosed with reflux at exactly 5 weeks. We started treating it with Axid, but that didn't help at all. We tried Nexium samples from the doctor because the medicine he wanted to prescribe was not covered by our insurance. But, that didn't work on its own, either. So, we tried changing your formula to Alimentum, which smells disgusting - and apparently tasted that way too, as you would rarely finish a bottle (most feedings, you'd only tolerate it for about 2 ounces). 24-hours later, you were still not eating much at all, then crying like you usually do, but we were so confused not knowing if you were just hungry but refused to eat. Daddy and I made the executive decision to stop the Alimentum and give you Similac Sensitive - which has less lactose in it. Since then, you've been a bit happier, pooping more than once every 3 days like you were on the regular Similac Advance, and not stinking up the place with your awful toots (which looked so painful for you to pass). You're still spitting up, but you are much calmer now.

-You had - and have again! - pink eye. We took Quinn in to the doctor, and while there with Grandma and me, the doctor diagnosed you, too. She also didn't like the way you sounded with your coughing, and when we told her about your previous RSV diagnosis, she prescribed another steroid to give you twice a day in breathing treatments. She told us that this would treat the inflamed, irritated lungs (where as the breathing treatments you had during your hospital stay and shortly after were for helping thin the mucus). Those treatments have really helped you cough less. Prior to that it seemed like you always needed to clear your throat.

-We moved you to your own crib, rather than you sleeping in the Nest between Daddy and me. This makes it harder for us to keep re-pacying you throughout the night, but since I went back to work a few days ago, you needed to be back in your room so I don't wake you when I get up in the morning.

-You still hate your carseat and cry through most every car ride unless you happen to stay/fall asleep or if Banner helps you with your paci. If Banner isn't in the car, forget it - you will scream the whole time.

-You had a short bout with some eczema at 6 weeks old, but we treated it quickly with a steroid ointment for just a couple days and it knocked it out. It was all over your shoulders and upper back.

-You still have a hydrocele on your right testicle. I don't think it causes you pain - at least I've been told it doesn't. However, it looks painful and I can't imagine it's comfortable at all!

-You are now needing a quiet place to rest/nap. The loudness of your brothers makes that difficult, and they always want to be near you - even when I'm trying to put you to sleep. So, getting you down and not pushing you past your limit where you start to get overtired and fussy is rough with those intruders. They even wake you while you are in the swing napping. You and I BOTH are trying to be patient with them, but that's a big chore when it comes to keeping them quiet!

So, it's been a little rough and hectic, but we are heading in the right direction with you feeling a little less gassy and pooping more often now. I think since your tummy is less painful with the formula (and maybe with the Nexium we are still experimenting with), you are feeling better and are able to start having a more predictable routine and we can start understanding what you might be wanting/needing when you're upset. Some of the fun things this month:

-You're cooing. I LOVE this! We are having little conversations here and there, and I love hearing your sweet voice!

-You are smiling all the time - with beautiful dimples - one more prominent on your left side (the one we noticed immediately after your birth while you were on my chest in the OR).

-You love the swing and will nap there on occasion. You will also nap in your crib now, which is great! You like your sleep sack too! (And, we are naughty and nap you on your belly.)

-You also like the Nap Nanny and the bouncer.

-You still love to be held - mostly upright and looking over our shoulder.

-You open your hands more and more. I love your tiny, delicate fingers and itty bitty touch of your hand.

-You like to be outside, which helps when we are at Banner & Quinn's swim lessons that take an hour of our day. You have done great waiting patiently for them to finish each lesson.

-You drink about 4-5 ounces of formula every 3 hours during the day, and at night, you will go about 4 hours. Last night, though, you slept 6 hours! :) YAHOO! I've been waiting for those long stretches! (You also took 6 ounces right before that big stretch!)

-You love the Maya Wrap still and will sleep on me when I wear you in it.

-I heard the closest thing to a laugh this morning!! It's coming SO SOON!

-You're batting at objects and enjoying "playing" this month.

STATS:
-Weight: 11 pounds, 10 ounces = 45th percentile
-Height: 23 5/8 inches = 75th percentile
-Head: 39.1 cm = 50th percentile

-Bath time starts around 6:45/7:00pm
-Size 1 diapers
-Size 0-3 and 3-month clothing
-Level 1 nipple

When you were 6 weeks old, that was for sure the worst fussy period. You would cry and cry and take forever to let yourself fall asleep. I was frustrated. I still am a lot of the time when I don't know what is making you so upset. But, more and more you are becoming calm - learning certain signals, like that a bottle is on its way when a bib goes on you so you can quiet down knowing what you want is immanent. I feel like we are just now starting to really get to know you and your cues, and I hate that I'm now back at work right when you and I were getting into the swing of things. (Grandma keeps you while I am at work in the mornings, and there isn't any other person on this earth that I'd want to take care of you. I have a feeling you two will become best buds just like she is with all her other grandkids. I am so grateful that you will have that time with her!)

As we get past these initial cranky periods, I am so looking forward to getting to know you better. I'm hoping the worst is behind us and we can move in to the next several weeks and months with improved eating and sleeping - and health! I want to figure you out. I want to know every little thing about you - and what you want and need. You often get "antsy" right before you fall asleep. You have that last bit of energy that needs to get out - and you do it through crying and clawing rapidly with your fingers. Just like you sometimes seem to panic when you get hungry, you seem to "panic" when you aren't able to just let yourself fall asleep. I hope I can help you calm down and stop the anxiety that you seem to have, but sweet Baby Love, you come by it so naturally.

Knox Morgan, you are quite the trooper with everything you've been through and been to. You sit through soccer games and swim lessons, what must be boring events with excited big brothers at events like Day Out with Thomas or Banner's school Purim play, and car rides to drop off and pick up brothers at school. You get poked and prodded by brothers and cousins who want so desperately to interact with you, and the only thing they really share with you at this point is their germs - again and again! I can't wait until you can really laugh with them and play with them. But, I also love you this little. Your little feet that can still both fit perfectly into the palm of my hand; your fingers that cling to mine with such strength and love; your itty bitty coos of sweetness; your tiny body scrunched up into the tub during our most favorite time of day when you are so enjoying the warm water and the time with just me; your wide-eyed look of curiosity about the world. As the weight of your body sinks into my chest at night in the glider, I just love feeling your tiny body curled up on me as you relax. I love rubbing your back and just having quiet moments in your room with you. I want to bottle them up, because this time is flying and I know how much faster it's about to go!

I love you so very much, Baby Love!
Happy 2 Months!
Love,
Mommy


Awesome head control! :)


Randi captured this at Havdallah one morning with the big boys. That's you in my Maya Wrap.

Banner did this to you when I was putting Quinn down for his nap
one of my favorites from this month
Breathing treatments

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

1-Month Newsletter: Knox

Dear Knox,
Whew! What a fast and furious month this has been. Fast, for sure... as I can't believe it's already been a full month since I was pregnant, a full month of us getting to know you, and a full month of sleepless nights! Furious, definitely... as your sweet life started off a little rocky and full of frustration. Man, you have been through the ringer in the short time you've been outside the womb, and I am so sad and so sorry that you have had to endure as much as you have had to right from the start. From noisy, chaotic brothers (and a crazy routine too) to a circumcision to being poked and prodded by numerous lab technicians and nurses giving shots or taking blood to dealing with the symptoms of RSV way too early in life, you have been such a champ. I'm thankful you won't remember any of this crap, but it so saddens me that your first month was filled with such pain and suffering. I'm grateful that you are on the mend and doing better now though, and not one day has passed that I'm not thankful that it's not worse! I'm always trying to count our blessings and look at the bright side; and I know very well that things could have been worse.

So, what is it I'm really referring to in this first month of your life? Mostly, I'm referring to the bout with RSV that you've had. It all began the Friday after your bris. Quinn came home from school with some mild diarrhea, and by the end of the weekend, I was worried he had a cold on top of the tummy bug. You were going to your 2-week check-up with Dr. B that Monday morning, so I called their office to see if Quinn could be seen as well. Quinn was lethargic and just not his chipper self. He was coughing and had a runny nose, and seemed pretty sick. I thought maybe he had an ear infection. The nurse ran an RSV test  - not for Quinn's sake, but for yours. She wanted to know if we were dealing with this nasty virus or another cold virus. Dr. B assured us it wouldn't be RSV, but he was glad the nurse was running the test. Sure enough, the test came back positive, and we had to figure out a plan to help keep you away from Quinn. Unfortunately, the damage must have already been done, and this highly contagious virus had already made its way into your system. At that point, you weren't showing any signs, though. At that appointment, you weighed 8 pounds, 6 ounces - quite a weight gain from just one week before: 7 pounds, 11 ounces. Your circumcision was healing nicely, your umbilical cord stump was still very much in tact, and you were healthy! Two concerns that came up to just watch were a hydrocele (watery fluid around your right .. ahem... testicle that should clear up on its own hopefully) and a gunky, crusty left eye that we began treating that evening with an antibiotic (erythromycin) ointment.

That evening, Grandma took you to her house, which both helped me and saddened me. You needed to be away from Quinn to protect you from getting RSV, but it was hard to watch her pull out of the garage with you... it was the first night we were away from each other - already at 2 weeks old. She kept you the following night, as well. But, by Wednesday, we had to move on and get you back home. By Thursday morning, you were sneezing and coughing. On Friday, I called the doctor's office to consult with a nurse about your symptoms. There wasn't anything alarming, but heading into the weekend, I was nervous you would spiral downward, and I needed advice on whether or not to bring you in to the doctor. Luckily, the weekend went okay, but you were sneezing and coughing more and more. By Monday (a week after Quinn was diagnosed), you were showing signs of very slight retractions, and I just couldn't fight a feeling that you should be seen by a doctor. I just couldn't tell how you were doing, but the biggest deciding factor to eventually call for a last-minute appointment that late afternoon was that your appetite had significantly decreased from a typical 3-ounce feeding to 1 to 1 1/2 ounce feedings. You were not finishing bottles at all and were falling asleep in the middle of them. I couldn't rouse you at all most of the time. Diaper changes, clothing changes, rubbing your face or hands, nothing... you were out and wouldn't wake easily at all!

We saw Dr. B's partner, Dr. P, that early evening. She had you tested for RSV, and sure enough, it came back positive. She gave amazing instructions to get us through the night, and she wanted to see you again the following day. That day, you weighed 8 pounds, 11 ounces. We were watching you closely, but since you continued to look so content and comfortable with your breathing, we never had a reason to take you to the ER that Monday night. However, by noon the next day (Tuesday, and your 3-week birthday), you were showing signs of more retractions and your pulse ox was lower that day than it had been before (in the low 90s). After a breathing treatment in the office, your pulse ox had improved, so only one more factor helped Dr. P make a decision to send you to the hospital across the street: you had lost weight overnight (with a very full wet diaper on, too). You had lost almost 2 ounces, so she erred on the side of caution, since (in her words) you "had no reserves to pull from to help" you fight the virus and to help you sustain yourself nutritively. She had us admitted, and you were put  on IV fluids and given oxygen to help support your breathing. You were given breathing treatments every 4 hours, as well. We started giving you half-formula, half-Pedialyte bottles to help you eat better since the formula was too thick for you with all that mucus. I remember even thinking your saliva was so very thick... when we pulled the bottle away from your mouth, strands of spit stuck to the nipple, reminding me of spider web - just very thick strings of saliva that never really broke away.

You did great through the night, but it was not easy watching them put that IV in your little hand (well, they did it twice because the first time didn't work). You had wires and cords all over you - oxygen in your nose, the IV cords and splint they put around your arm to help hold it in, heart monitors, and the pulse ox monitor around your foot... very difficult to feed you, change your clothes and diaper, and even cuddle. You were doing so well through the next day and starting to eat more that we were able to take you home late Wednesday afternoon (and give you your first real bath since your cord had fallen off the day before!). It's been a week since then, and you are much better now - demanding a lot more food and awake WAY too often (another issue, but definitely different from those lethargic days last week)! We continued breathing treatments for a couple more days, and since seeing Dr. B last Friday for a follow-up, we have only given you a couple of treatments. You are still coughing quite a bit, and it's a very wet cough. I'm hoping it's gone by next week - or sooner! - but coughs linger and I kind of expected you to have this for a while more.

What a fiasco, right?! I mean, not even home for 3 weeks, and you ended up back in the hospital. I'm so glad you were never one of the sicker babies; I'm glad we had all the right information about what we were dealing with well in advance so we never got to a point where you were in serious distress. I'm glad our doctors erred on the side of caution and got you on a good path before things turned more serious. But, I am so sorry you had to go through all of that - and that we will have yet another hospital bill to add to our ever-growing, ridiculously expensive sum.

IN OTHER NEWS.... what have you been up to this month?!

-You are eating about 4 ounces of formula every 3-4 hours.

-You barely sleep. Like EVER - unless I'm holding you - while moving or bouncing, or while I'm wearing you in the Maya Wrap. I have this theory that you won't sleep unless 1) we are awake and/or 2) we are significantly uncomfortable. Seriously, you take like 15-20 minute power naps on and off during the day, and you will be wide awake for about 2-2.5 hours at a time. The 4:00/4:30ish feeding is a beating. You won't go back to sleep until around 6:00 or later, and then those big brothers of yours come waltzing in our room around 6:45. It's awesome. (Do you hear my sarcastic tone, Baby Love? Seriously, start sleeping.)

-You JUST started letting us put you in the swaddle sack. We tried from day one, but just like Banner as a baby, you wiggled your hands and arms up and out, completely upset with your arms tied down. But, one night I gave it another shot, and in the past few nights, you like being swaddled. 

-You want to be held all the time.

-Your eye is better, but it's still gunky from time to time. We are still doing tear duct massages.

-You aren't pooping great. You have these massive poops every couple days. I'm thinking it could be related to RSV still, so I'm giving it time, but we are watching closely... your toots smell horrendous, and you seem to be cramping and in pain, so Daddy and I (and Grandma) are very concerned and want to figure this out soon.

-You burp great - but you are starting to spit up more and more.

-Your umbilical cord stump fell off at 3 weeks exactly. In fact, it was while Dr. P was admitting you to the hospital that I noticed your diaper was hovering over your cord a little. As I went to adjust it, I noticed the cord was gone! Dr. P and I both celebrated that together - and then she continued on with procedures for taking you to the hospital! :)

-You are starting to show signs of that social smile. You have smiled a couple times at the sound of my voice when I first approach you and start talking to you, but it's not consistent at all. It's just around the corner, though! And, I CAN'T WAIT!!

-Your brothers adore you. Banner, especially, wants to help pacify you and talk to you. He loves to kiss you and hold your hand. Quinn is getting good at being gentle and knowing how to touch you without jabbing you. He likes to come up to you and say, "Hi, Baby Knox! Hi, Baby Knox!" (Levi is also infatuated with you. On one of the days Grandma had you at her house while Quinn was sick, Levi was so nurturing and helpful, and he wouldn't let you cry long before wanting Grandma to go to you... even forgoing his pre-nap cuddle with her so she could go to you! Such sweet boys you have around you!)

-We started tummy time, and you do great at turning your head and holding it up! Such a strong baby!

-We are introducing you to the swing, and so far, this afternoon you liked it. (Well, you at least slept for about 20 minutes in it.)

-At this point, you are very much like Banner as a baby. The cries you make (loud, high pitched, searing squeals), the disdain for the carseat (and the sweat that you create!), the spitting up, the incessant hunger... it's all so reminiscent of your biggest brother. However, like Quinn, you very much want to be held and cuddled. You have a great nuzzle like Quinn did at this early age. I love when you bury your face into mine or my neck. And, you are a good mix of them physically. I see so much of each of them in your sweet face, but I also see just Knox! You are unique and all your own person... but I'd be lying if I said I don't often see glimpses of your brothers as newborns in your little face.

Knox Morgan, I'm exhausted and tired and emotional and hormonal and healing and tired and frustrated with so many things, and did I say tired?... but I wouldn't trade it in for anything because I love you so very much! To help pass the time, I have begun listening to my headphones during mid-night feedings. I listen to the gentle, sweet music I play and watch you in the dim glow of the light as just the two of us spend that time together. I look at your little ears and your itty bitty nose and your small hands... every inch of you is perfect. I am blown away by the miracle that is birth and life and creation itself. Daddy and I made you - and oh my GOD, you are so perfectly sculpted! It's hard to believe you lived inside my body growing so exactly as you should. Your two little feet fit perfectly inside the palm of my hand, and I love to stare at your littleness and at that image so often these days, as I know how fast time flies and how soon you will be so big!

Even though these past few weeks have been exhausting and trying and painful, I am so in awe of you and your bravery. Thank you for sticking it out and knowing that life isn't always so crazy, busy, painful, or difficult. I've reminded myself of that a lot in the past few daunting weeks. We are in this together, Baby Love, and we will definitely pull through these hard times of figuring each other out! I know what's on the other side of this cloudy time of not knowing how much to feed you or when you're hungry and when you're tired or when I'll get a full night's sleep again... and it's a beautiful place! SO much fun and so many amazing things await both of us! Newbornhood is rough for all of us, but most of all you. Life is scary, and this world you have been navigating for 4 weeks is a curious place. I am here to help you figure it all out and make sense of it all, and I hope you are feeling that love and warmth and acceptance during it all!

I love you so very much, Baby Love.
Happy 1-Month, Knox Morgan!
Love,
Mommy








Trying to recreate the same picture taken when Banner was 1 month old
And these pictures just crack me up... so typical of life with my littles:

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Half-Way to THREE! Quinn's 2 1/2 Newsletter

Dear Quinn,
In the last three months, you have continued to shine and show off your amazing personality. Daddy and I always marvel at what a funny little boy you have become. You are silly and witty, yet you are beyond smart and so very curious and clever. Clever - it's such a good word to describe you. Your comedic timing, your memory, your problem solving, your sentence structure and the way you communicate. You are well beyond what I would expect from a two and a half year old, and we hear that a lot from others.

While you are exceptionally bright, funny, loving, and playful, you are also clearly testing your boundaries and our limits. Especially as we welcomed your little brother, Knox, into our lives, you are checking to make sure Mommy & Daddy are still going to hold you to the same standards as before this big life change. We are, sweet boy, and it hasn't been easy, I know. Life is different now, and attention can be somewhat scarce, but our love and expectations are not any different. I strive to continue to spend one-on-one time with you, to give you a great deal of my affection and attention, and this will always be a goal of mine. I LOVE my time with you, and I'm sorry it's been shifted slightly in the past 3 weeks. I want you to know that I will continue to make this a priority.

So, what else have you been up to these past few months:

-Some of my favorite quotations: "I want you to wipe my crying" and "I have snot," are heard very often when you want us to use a Kleenex to clean your face. "Let the song do the singing, because you are not a big singer," (said when I was singing "Down by the Bay" in the car 1/12/16), "Mommy, you are beautiful like Elsa from Frozen," (when I walked in from a late meeting right before bedtime 1/13/16), "I love you; you're the best in the world," (said over and over again before nap one day while I was changing your diaper, and we kept telling each other this), "I was so disappointed I didn't get to check out a book; it made me sad," (2/3/16, said after school one day), "I had my listening ears on, and I used them!" (2/3/16, also said when I came into the classroom to pick you up after school), "Do you know what? Banner gave me a kiss because he loves me!" (2/7/16), "Mommy, can I have a scream (screen)?", and when you say Banner's lines from his upcoming Purim play.... "you might manage to save your body, but how will you save your soul?!" (LOVE it!)

-A favorite memory from January - taking you and Banner to Legoland, and you were loving it. You would dance from one room to the other.

-Speaking of, you love dancing still. You like to copy Banner's "tushy dance," saying "Do the Tushy Dance, Do the Tushy Dance." You love to dance to the Maccabeats' songs. You love to throw yourself on the floor or on the bed and be quite the goofball while dancing.

-You've shown more interest in wanting to use the potty. You still go on the potty before every bath/shower, and on occasion you will ask to use the toilet throughout the day. I'm still not rushing this process - as I have no desire to potty train you right now with a new baby brother and the potential that you will regress in certain areas. We will probably wait until this summer, but maybe you'll train yourself before then! :)

-We took you to an ENT yesterday for him to examine the reason you are continuing to snore when sleeping. You're loud. You may possibly be the reason that Banner can't sleep well. You kind of sound like a grown man when you snore. We will be taking you back to the ENT in 6 weeks to make a final decision about surgery or not. Since you are recovering from a bout with RSV and a potential ear infection, we are going to wait for a bit. Speaking of, yes, you got RSV (for the second time). It really took a toll on you. You were so very lethargic (especially last Monday), had no appetite, had diarrhea, were coughing quite a bit, had a runny nose, and just wanted to sleep so much. I knew something was off, so we took you to Dr. B, who ran an RSV test ONLY because of Knox. Sure enough, you passed it to both of your brothers.

-I wish you would try new foods more and channel your inner infant who used to eat anything! I miss the boy who used to eat nearly any fruit and nearly every vegetable. Now, you barely eat anything I give you. Noodles are still a top choice, and you still love chocolate, strawberries, Mandarin oranges, Jell-O, pudding, Rice Krispies, pretzels, marshmallows, grilled cheese, "dinosaur gummies," and Pirates Booty.  When it comes to meat, you are not a big fan. Hamburgers, chicken, hot dogs - you'll eat them, but it's hit or miss on any given day/meal. The only thing I love about your eating - you don't like candy! You want to like it, but you just don't. I know I've written about this before, but I wanted to note it again because it's funny to me that after all these months, you still think you love it, but you have no interest in it. I rarely fight you on giving it to you because I know you won't really eat it.

-You get very upset when your feel that your things or your space will be taken from you. This is the only time I've seen you get aggressive with others, shouting or screaming at them, pushing or hitting.

-You love Team Umizoomi, Letter Factory, Grandma, Levi, going to school and seeing your friends, playing games (Guess Who, Sorry, Connect Four.... although you don't follow any particular rules), going to Ms. Patty's to swim (yay!), screens and watching YouTube, PlayDoh, being "Super Quinn," pretending to be mean ("I'm a bad guy!" said with a pucker and a mean face), having 100% of my attention - and it's multiplied when you have Daddy and I to yourself, copying Banner, playing rough with him ("fighting" and beating each other up pretending to be bad guys), My Gym, snacks, McDonald's & Chuck E Cheese, and Daddy (he's definitely your preferred parent right now).

Quinn Redding, 2 and a half years ago, you were as little as Knox is now. I remember you at this early age so clearly, and while I long for those newborn days with you, I have loved watching you become this big boy you are now! In the past few months, before Knox was born, we tried to cuddle up on the glider before bedtime, and my growing pregnant belly was making our cuddle become quite uncomfortable. You would squirm all over my disappearing lap, and you'd arch your back over the curve of my belly. I'd try to push you to my side and have you drape your legs over mine. Eventually, you'd just whisper, "I'm ready for my bunk bed," which was kind of a relief for me when neither of us could get comfortable. Then, shortly after I came home from the hospital, I rocked with you in the glider without a big belly, and I teared up as you finally, finally made yourself comfy cozy on my lap. We just stared at each other in the dark light, only lit by the light coming from the playroom. We smiled at each other, and I felt like we were finally back to our old cozy cuddle. That night was one of the last nights I rocked you. Later that week, we separated the bunk beds and took the glider out of your bedroom. I no longer rock you to sleep. I might lay with you from time to time in your bed that no longer has a "roof" above it. And tonight, I sat on your bed, and I held your hand as I swayed back and forth with Knox in my lap, and again, I teared up that 2 and a half years of rocking you has come to an end. You are such a big boy now, but even though that glider is out of your room, it doesn't mean our cuddles have to end. I'm here to rock you anytime you want, and I hope you'll let me rock and cuddle you for years and years to come!

You have such a big personality, Quinn, and I have so enjoyed watching you grow into that personality! I love you more than you could ever possibly know.

Happy Half-Birthday, My Love!
I love you!
Love,
Mommy

Mommy & Daddy didn't get to do donuts with you in the morning because we were at the hospital with Knox.
We did pizza that night instead. (Grandma took you for donuts earlier in the morning.)
Banner wanted to celebrate his own "3/4" birthday
Knox was just glad to be back from the hospital (for RSV treatment) to help you celebrate!