Meatball's temperature climbed back up to 40.0C which is close to 104F. He also got deep-suctioned. That happened a number of minutes ago but Grandpa also brought a caramel and chocolate covered apple, which I ate before posting this update.
So my parents are here. Daddy and The Boy are home. The Boy isn't feeling too super either.
Not sure if they are going to keep us overnight but I'd like it if they would decide soon.
Grandma: "Ah-ah baby, Daddy is a gentleman and Mommy is a lady."
Me: "You take that back!"
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Finally asleep...
This should come as no surprise:
We are still waiting to be seen. Triage was quick: Rectal temp of 104, decent pulse-ox.
Emergency Room -- GenPop
I am currently in the ER with Meatball, who is experiencing some respiratory distress. He also has a fever and congestion.
Additionally, this is a super time for me not to have a phone, as mine stopped working on Saturday. So I get to have iPhone. Hopefully my phone comes tomorrow.
Anyhow, Meatball has been sniffly since Sunday night, but it seems like today is the first day with the fever. This afternoon, when I tried to suction his nose, he started bleeding. All of these things were normal, but the labored breathing, all stopped up, and inability to really eat or drink, made me think that ER was the place.
I packed a bag, just like the old days, and I'm prepared to stay awhile. I didn't eat before I left, though, and now I am REALLY hungry.
Meatball is snuggling on my lap. That pretty much never happens; that's another sure sign that something is wrong.
But it's different, just having a "normal" patient.
Additionally, this is a super time for me not to have a phone, as mine stopped working on Saturday. So I get to have iPhone. Hopefully my phone comes tomorrow.
Anyhow, Meatball has been sniffly since Sunday night, but it seems like today is the first day with the fever. This afternoon, when I tried to suction his nose, he started bleeding. All of these things were normal, but the labored breathing, all stopped up, and inability to really eat or drink, made me think that ER was the place.
I packed a bag, just like the old days, and I'm prepared to stay awhile. I didn't eat before I left, though, and now I am REALLY hungry.
Meatball is snuggling on my lap. That pretty much never happens; that's another sure sign that something is wrong.
But it's different, just having a "normal" patient.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Potty: The Loss Column
Let me take you back to a time when you felt cheated, helpless, and vengeful.
You might have been 3; you might have been 13. In any case, you were under the care of your parents, and you were angry.
You were a kid. You messed up. You did something you weren't supposed to do, and your parents responded by punishing you, particularly by taking a privilege away or removing a toy from your possession. The message that they wanted to send to you, I'm sure, was that only good behavior deserves rewards and whatever it was that they took from you was a reward. I'm not talking about parents telling their kids to turn off the TV for the evening and finish homework. I'm talking about taking away TV for a week, or hiding the video game controls for a marking period, or even "grounding," meaning not letting a child go out anywhere except for school and wherever else they NEED to go.
It doesn't really sound unreasonable, to revoke privileges from a child, but I'd bet that if you were anything like me, your parents' actions didn't quite yield the results for which they were hoping. I'm sure that they expected that, partially because of your desire to please them and partially because you really wanted that privilege back, you'd work diligently to improve yourself and learn your lesson. Now if that were true, you'd not have at least a dozen memories of this punishment. You'd also not have at least 2 dozen memories of doing whatever it is that you could to sneak around and get to whatever it is that you wanted despite your parents' order that you not be permitted.
Please understand, I'm not saying that parents shouldn't be able to limit pastimes such as TV and video games, particularly if there are concerns about the amount of time spent on those in favor of other activities. This isn't even really about that. I'm just trying to set the stage because I'm concerned that I'm heading down that path with The Boy, and I don't like it.
What I mean is, I think he's feeling cheated, helpless, and vengeful because, among other things, I took his puzzle away.
Twice today, while assembling his 25-piece Spiderman and Friends puzzle, he has had an accident on the floor. The second accident was of a dual nature if you catch my drift. And both times, his puzzle was taken away, to be returned to him the next time he used the toilet.
I don't think that this is a productive way to handle the situation. But I don't really know what to do--he gets very engrossed in his activities, be it television, puzzles, books, or playing outside, and doesn't want to stop to use the bathroom. Never mind being reminded--he fights even when we know he has to go. He was even getting better about that, until these past few days. The potty training literature is geared toward the 2-year-old, and the parent of the two-year-old, who is unfamiliar with the process. Not the 3-year-old who was well on his way to being trained, knows exactly what he is doing, only to have been set back by a family vacation.
By the way, Happy New Year.
Having accidents gets him more attention. Being on the verge of having an accident gets him more attention. Threatening to get off the potty before he's really done gets him more attention. Leaving while I'm in the middle of something like the dishes to go upstairs to his favorite toys, and then have an accident, prevents me from doing what I'm doing, and he knows that.
The problem with taking actions such as taking away the puzzle that he loves so much, or even taking him to the potty when he doesn't really think he needs to go, is that he feels stuck in the loss column and wonders how he'll ever get out. I spent a LOT of time restricted from watching television due to various transgressions as a child, but you bet your booties I didn't spend the time that I wasn't watching TV thinking about how I could make it up to my mother and become a better person. I felt like since I was so firmly in the loss column, there was no point in trying. And then when she was out of the house I'd watch TV anyway. Don't worry, readers--my mother already knows this because I got caught plenty of times.
At this point I need to insert a disclaimer that my mother was a wonderful mother and not a terrible person. I'm just going back in time to experience these emotions again so that I can figure out a better way to help The Boy to work with me not for fear of punishment but because our relationship is built on trust.
I think that to have him help clean up the messes is a logical progression. At least the wet messes. Which there will be, because I'm going to remind him occasionally to use the bathroom, but that's it.
Two interesting theories that definitely fly in the face of what we've been doing, one from Dr. Sears and the other from Dr. Karp (The Happiest Baby On The Block guy): Dr. Sears says that placing too much emphasis on the child being a "big boy" or "big girl" can backfire. If the child would prefer to stay a baby and receive attention in that way, particularly if they have a younger sibling, they won't be motivated by having to grow up. So we need to nix the "big boy" stuff and use other terms. Dr. Karp, with whom I am really not that familiar, says that making a big deal about the child's peeing and pooping can backfire. It can become something too important and, more to the point, it can become something that the child uses against you when s/he is mad.
Hmmm...cheated, helpless, vengeful? What kind of control does The Boy really have over his destiny? Well he can sure get us all riled up about poop.
Oh, and by the way, if you're thinking of telling me "oh, you should wait, he might not be 'ready' after all," don't. There are many additional psychological barriers that he has as a result of his life experience, some of which I can't even imagine, but the answer is not to put him back in diapers. For once in his life, he needs some dignity. Some kids just "do it" and they're all well and good on the potty. Others do it gradually. My kids don't seem to do anything "all of a sudden," so potty training won't be any different. It's not developmental, and I keep saying that, and no matter how hard a time we have with The Boy, I will still maintain that it isn't developmental, at least not the "readiness" part. The "readiness" part is a fabrication of the disposable diaper industry. It's a habit. But why would anyone bother building a new habit when it takes away from their TV time or puzzle time?
You might have been 3; you might have been 13. In any case, you were under the care of your parents, and you were angry.
You were a kid. You messed up. You did something you weren't supposed to do, and your parents responded by punishing you, particularly by taking a privilege away or removing a toy from your possession. The message that they wanted to send to you, I'm sure, was that only good behavior deserves rewards and whatever it was that they took from you was a reward. I'm not talking about parents telling their kids to turn off the TV for the evening and finish homework. I'm talking about taking away TV for a week, or hiding the video game controls for a marking period, or even "grounding," meaning not letting a child go out anywhere except for school and wherever else they NEED to go.
It doesn't really sound unreasonable, to revoke privileges from a child, but I'd bet that if you were anything like me, your parents' actions didn't quite yield the results for which they were hoping. I'm sure that they expected that, partially because of your desire to please them and partially because you really wanted that privilege back, you'd work diligently to improve yourself and learn your lesson. Now if that were true, you'd not have at least a dozen memories of this punishment. You'd also not have at least 2 dozen memories of doing whatever it is that you could to sneak around and get to whatever it is that you wanted despite your parents' order that you not be permitted.
Please understand, I'm not saying that parents shouldn't be able to limit pastimes such as TV and video games, particularly if there are concerns about the amount of time spent on those in favor of other activities. This isn't even really about that. I'm just trying to set the stage because I'm concerned that I'm heading down that path with The Boy, and I don't like it.
What I mean is, I think he's feeling cheated, helpless, and vengeful because, among other things, I took his puzzle away.
Twice today, while assembling his 25-piece Spiderman and Friends puzzle, he has had an accident on the floor. The second accident was of a dual nature if you catch my drift. And both times, his puzzle was taken away, to be returned to him the next time he used the toilet.
I don't think that this is a productive way to handle the situation. But I don't really know what to do--he gets very engrossed in his activities, be it television, puzzles, books, or playing outside, and doesn't want to stop to use the bathroom. Never mind being reminded--he fights even when we know he has to go. He was even getting better about that, until these past few days. The potty training literature is geared toward the 2-year-old, and the parent of the two-year-old, who is unfamiliar with the process. Not the 3-year-old who was well on his way to being trained, knows exactly what he is doing, only to have been set back by a family vacation.
By the way, Happy New Year.
Having accidents gets him more attention. Being on the verge of having an accident gets him more attention. Threatening to get off the potty before he's really done gets him more attention. Leaving while I'm in the middle of something like the dishes to go upstairs to his favorite toys, and then have an accident, prevents me from doing what I'm doing, and he knows that.
The problem with taking actions such as taking away the puzzle that he loves so much, or even taking him to the potty when he doesn't really think he needs to go, is that he feels stuck in the loss column and wonders how he'll ever get out. I spent a LOT of time restricted from watching television due to various transgressions as a child, but you bet your booties I didn't spend the time that I wasn't watching TV thinking about how I could make it up to my mother and become a better person. I felt like since I was so firmly in the loss column, there was no point in trying. And then when she was out of the house I'd watch TV anyway. Don't worry, readers--my mother already knows this because I got caught plenty of times.
At this point I need to insert a disclaimer that my mother was a wonderful mother and not a terrible person. I'm just going back in time to experience these emotions again so that I can figure out a better way to help The Boy to work with me not for fear of punishment but because our relationship is built on trust.
I think that to have him help clean up the messes is a logical progression. At least the wet messes. Which there will be, because I'm going to remind him occasionally to use the bathroom, but that's it.
Two interesting theories that definitely fly in the face of what we've been doing, one from Dr. Sears and the other from Dr. Karp (The Happiest Baby On The Block guy): Dr. Sears says that placing too much emphasis on the child being a "big boy" or "big girl" can backfire. If the child would prefer to stay a baby and receive attention in that way, particularly if they have a younger sibling, they won't be motivated by having to grow up. So we need to nix the "big boy" stuff and use other terms. Dr. Karp, with whom I am really not that familiar, says that making a big deal about the child's peeing and pooping can backfire. It can become something too important and, more to the point, it can become something that the child uses against you when s/he is mad.
Hmmm...cheated, helpless, vengeful? What kind of control does The Boy really have over his destiny? Well he can sure get us all riled up about poop.
Oh, and by the way, if you're thinking of telling me "oh, you should wait, he might not be 'ready' after all," don't. There are many additional psychological barriers that he has as a result of his life experience, some of which I can't even imagine, but the answer is not to put him back in diapers. For once in his life, he needs some dignity. Some kids just "do it" and they're all well and good on the potty. Others do it gradually. My kids don't seem to do anything "all of a sudden," so potty training won't be any different. It's not developmental, and I keep saying that, and no matter how hard a time we have with The Boy, I will still maintain that it isn't developmental, at least not the "readiness" part. The "readiness" part is a fabrication of the disposable diaper industry. It's a habit. But why would anyone bother building a new habit when it takes away from their TV time or puzzle time?
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Toy Run and Scary Potty
Today was definitely too cold for the pool. Tomorrow we are going on the Gateway Clipper Fleet boat tour, as it will still not be pool weather.
Instead, we went to go use some Toys R Us gift cards. Highlights of the trip included introducing Meatball to the classic Ball Popper toy (which we got for him, of course), letting The Boy ride one of those little two-wheelers with training wheels and seeing him actually pedal a few times, and The Claw. One of those grabby things.
Lowlights included being out past naptime, a wrong turn resulting in a detour through a bunch of southeastern Pittsburgh suburbs, and, worst of all, the evil possessed auto-potty.
I get that the automatic flush is nice for sanitary reasons but when you have a potty-training 3-year-old who is trying to relax and go, and somehow the way he sits triggers the auto-flush, it's a bad scene. Also, you'd think that at a place like Toys R Us, they would have a fun kid bathroom, considering how many of the customers are parents with little kids.
It's funny, as your kids get older, you start to notice things on their behalf that are age-appropriate, and you get upset for them when accommodations are lacking. I was frequently aware of what places were likely to have changing tables and high chairs; now I'm becoming aware of bathroom friendliness.
The Boy is not one of those kids who gets scared to poo, and he is not extremely set in his ways, but he does have a preference for potties that are not scary.
We love the 3rd floor at the hospital, because they have tiny toilets! Although we are mighty glad we don't spend too much time there, it is nice when we do go, for appointments and such, to have such a thing, particularly given The Boy's fascination with big and little.
Instead, we went to go use some Toys R Us gift cards. Highlights of the trip included introducing Meatball to the classic Ball Popper toy (which we got for him, of course), letting The Boy ride one of those little two-wheelers with training wheels and seeing him actually pedal a few times, and The Claw. One of those grabby things.
Lowlights included being out past naptime, a wrong turn resulting in a detour through a bunch of southeastern Pittsburgh suburbs, and, worst of all, the evil possessed auto-potty.
I get that the automatic flush is nice for sanitary reasons but when you have a potty-training 3-year-old who is trying to relax and go, and somehow the way he sits triggers the auto-flush, it's a bad scene. Also, you'd think that at a place like Toys R Us, they would have a fun kid bathroom, considering how many of the customers are parents with little kids.
It's funny, as your kids get older, you start to notice things on their behalf that are age-appropriate, and you get upset for them when accommodations are lacking. I was frequently aware of what places were likely to have changing tables and high chairs; now I'm becoming aware of bathroom friendliness.
The Boy is not one of those kids who gets scared to poo, and he is not extremely set in his ways, but he does have a preference for potties that are not scary.
We love the 3rd floor at the hospital, because they have tiny toilets! Although we are mighty glad we don't spend too much time there, it is nice when we do go, for appointments and such, to have such a thing, particularly given The Boy's fascination with big and little.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Toilet Training: The Imperfect Panacea
I hesitate to refer to The Boy as toilet trained.
I guess I shouldn't because he wears underpants all day and has 0-2 accidents in a day as opposed to the 6 or so he was having before.
But he only sometimes takes himself when he needs to go, and almost never when he is in pants. We take him or remind him, and heaven help us if he doesn't think he needs to go.
I got quite the eyeroll from some middle-aged woman at the Chinese restaurant when I went to take him after dinner. I wanted to tell her off, but I figured that a dirty look would suffice. Little kids throw little fits. It happens. I was in the process of moving him anyway. It didn't help that Meatball decided to raise his voice at the same time.
Anyhow, parents look forward to the end of diapers. But unless I'm missing something here, the end of a child's diaper usage doesn't mean an end to the parental involvement in the child's bathroom practices. It seems to be a gradual transition, even after you give up the diapers. I count pull-ups as diapers, too.
Speaking of which, it seems as though frequently it is the parent who really gives up the diapering, not the kid. The parent is giving up the convenience of being able to go out and not worry as much about where to find a suitable toilet. The parent now has to make sure that the child goes every hour or however long. The parent needs to make stops on car trips that might not have been necessary for a diapered kid.
Eventually the child is fully responsible, but The Boy isn't there.
So I want to hear from you: if your kids are similar in age to mine, where are you in the process? If your kids are older, at what point were they going prompted? Unprompted? Even while on outings? When did you call them trained?
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I guess I shouldn't because he wears underpants all day and has 0-2 accidents in a day as opposed to the 6 or so he was having before.
But he only sometimes takes himself when he needs to go, and almost never when he is in pants. We take him or remind him, and heaven help us if he doesn't think he needs to go.
I got quite the eyeroll from some middle-aged woman at the Chinese restaurant when I went to take him after dinner. I wanted to tell her off, but I figured that a dirty look would suffice. Little kids throw little fits. It happens. I was in the process of moving him anyway. It didn't help that Meatball decided to raise his voice at the same time.
Anyhow, parents look forward to the end of diapers. But unless I'm missing something here, the end of a child's diaper usage doesn't mean an end to the parental involvement in the child's bathroom practices. It seems to be a gradual transition, even after you give up the diapers. I count pull-ups as diapers, too.
Speaking of which, it seems as though frequently it is the parent who really gives up the diapering, not the kid. The parent is giving up the convenience of being able to go out and not worry as much about where to find a suitable toilet. The parent now has to make sure that the child goes every hour or however long. The parent needs to make stops on car trips that might not have been necessary for a diapered kid.
Eventually the child is fully responsible, but The Boy isn't there.
So I want to hear from you: if your kids are similar in age to mine, where are you in the process? If your kids are older, at what point were they going prompted? Unprompted? Even while on outings? When did you call them trained?
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