Here lately, Luke’s been doing a lot of blog hogging. Guess the smallest is entitled, right? Well, I thought I’d give you an update on him and the rest of the crew around these parts. There’s never a shortage for blog material, I’ll tell ya.
Ok, so Master Luke. Growing by leaps and ounces. He officially hit the 8-pound mark this morning and me and Dr. Enders (his pediatrician) did a little happy dance. Honest. Developmentally, still on track and he showed off and rolled for the first time, belly to back. The guy knows how to make a mom proud. Last Friday, we visited with his nephrologist (aka kidney doc) about his small kidneys and his one pelvic kidney. Right now, the blood levels we drew at the hospital post-surgery look pretty good. There were a couple of levels that weren’t quite where Dr. Simon wanted them to be, but he thinks surgery had something to do with them. So…we will hang tight until March, repeat the blood levels and do a renal ultrasound and see how things are progressing. So far, so good. Me like.
And before I forget…here’s a quick peek of him post surgery, Day 1, Day 3 and Day 4. Wow. What a difference.
Clare. Talking up a storm. Fringe benefit? She can tattle on her older brothers and sister and tell me what they did. She’s all truth, she hasn’t yet developed the lying filter.
ALG. Sassy. Nuff said.
John Paul. No ER visits…although we had a close call this weekend when older brother threw a duplo at his head. Yeah, another one of those. Some neosporin and a bandaid fixed it right up. I won’t dish on how we fixed up the older brother.
Will. Mostly good, sometimes not. I’m blaming it on the influx of sugar from the holidays.
Scott and I. Some days we have it all together, some days we feel a little PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder). And that’s no lie. It’s still tough, but this time of Advent has really given us an opportunity to reflect on our blessings.
If you get a minute, rustle up a prayer for me on Wednesday afternoon. I have to head to the hospital for a day surgery. Not looking forward to it, but it has to be done. Best part is that my two college roomies/sorority sisters are heading into town tomorrow afternoon and bringing a little sanity with them. Word on the street is a margarita and a dinner out are on the agenda.
I should have surgery more often.
I’ll do my very best to get your Top Ten posted before I go under the knife. If not, well…I guess I have a good excuse 🙂