Tuesday, June 23, 2009

A Conversation Over Lunch

As I finished up our grilled cheeses, Jay walked in the door to spend a brief 30 minutes at home for lunch. We sat in the living room to eat while Lula bounced in her bouncy seat and gazed around the room. Earlier that day I had dialogued via e-mail with my sister-in-law, Sarah, and copied Jay in on the conversation. Without hesitation or any opening lines, the following conversation began.

"I felt like I was having a rendezvous with exclamation points when I read the e-mails between you and Sarah," Jay said in a very matter-of-fact manner.

After catching my breath from laughing, I honestly revealed my constant torment and consideration over exclamation points as I replied, "I’ve been very conscientious about using exclamation points ever since Dan (an old friend of ours) made fun of me for using them too much a long time ago. I actually think about it when I’m writing. I look back over what I’ve written and if there are too many exclamation points, I take some out!"

Jay then proceeded to overly exaggerate some of the sentences from our e-mail exchange, using a tone that would definitely have required more than one exclamation point, which is all I used. "I can't wait to see you guys!!!!! Maybe we can go early and beat the crowd!!!!! Cheddars is always packed!!!!!"

"Some things require a little excitement," I tried to explain.

"I never use exclamation points," Jay replied in his most snobby yet sincere tone.

With a smirk on my face, I sarcastically said, "You're bad. That’s only because you’re emotionless."

To which Jay ended the conversation with, "Exclamation points are a frivolous display of emotion."

I nearly choked on my sandwich I was laughing so hard. And thus ended the debate about exclamation points.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Sweet Baby



Friday, June 19, 2009

Finally...Wonderful Doctors!

As we approached Lula's two month check-up, I became nervous, aware of the fact that her immunizations were supposed to begin today. Though I had already begun to think about whether we wanted Lula to obtain all of her vaccinations or not, I hadn't put the time in to do the needed amount of research to make a solid and confident decision about this "hot topic." Discussing this issue with other mothers, I became aware of many of the debates, concerns, and rumors surrounding this topic...and I became frustrated and worried about having to make such a big decision for my child. Because Jay and I hadn't discussed it thoroughly, I didn't feel comfortable proceeding with the numerous shots Lula was scheduled to receive today. While I felt confident about holding off on the shots until further inquiries had been made, I prepared myself for the typical battle against the medical community I was sure would ensue when we contradicted the routine procedures. I was so gladly mistaken!

Those who have been following my blog may be aware that I'm not very confident in the medical community as a whole. Generally, I don't like to take medicine and often find the "advice" and "diagnoses" of doctors to be obviously rote and not thought out. I am tired of being treated like an unintelligent fool who can't think through my own problems and issues. As a matter of fact (my grandmother will love this!), I decided not to do my two hour diabetes test to make sure my gestational diabetes had gone away because my doctor wrote off my explanations for why I didn't need to have the test. He didn't even listen to my reasoning, and when I proceeded to try to explain, he barely listened and simply repeated himself. How about a discussion? How about assuming that I'm an intelligent adult who doesn't want to be treated like a child? If he had been willing to take the time to listen to me, reason with me, offer a thorough explanation, I might have taken the test. However, he angered me to the point of simply writing him off as he had done me. Now this may sound like a child throwing a temper tantrum and so you would ask, are you really an intelligent adult?! I know, I know...I've always been a bit rebellious when it comes to people telling me what to do with no explanation or discussion...this was not a good trait to have during the teen years!

So, what is my point? Lula's appointment went completely opposite of the above and I was so pleased that we just might go ahead with Lula's immunizations! The doctors and nurse practitioners at Dr. Michael Hanks office (in the Turner Center) are absolutely wonderful! We've met three of the four doctors/nps and loved all three of them. They take the time to address your concerns. They do not assume that there is always something wrong with your child. They do not prescribe medicine when they're not really sure what's wrong or if they don't think it's necessary even if the parent does.

Today when we told the doctor that we weren't comfortable with Lula getting her immunizations right now, she was perfectly OK with it! I was amazed after hearing horror stories from friends of this same conversation with their pediatricians. Not only was she OK with it, but she took at least 15-20 minutes to answer our questions and explain her viewpoint on the issue without ever looking down her nose at us. She said several times how that office wanted parents to feel comfortable about the decisions they were making and to feel understood. It was terribly empowering to hear her speak. To feel like my ideas and concerns were important and legitimate made a world of difference with how I feel towards doctors in general and also about this topic. Because of some of her reasoning and explanations, we will probably proceed with Lula's immunizations. Whereas if she had blown us off or acted as if we were backwoods ignorant fools, we probably would never have Lula immunized simply because I would have felt like there was no rational reasoning behind it.

While my decisions are obviously rather emotion-driven, the fact is, I would like rational, reasonable, intelligent answers to my questions and concerns. So a note to any doctors out there that might be reading this...treat me like an equal and you might just win me over. Treat me like an idiot, and you can be sure I will fight against you even more.

Side note: Lula is as healthy as can be. She is average weight and height. And her head is average too! Well, Jay is finally home...hopefully with a cheeseburger! I'll explain what the doc said about immunizations in a future blog for those curious! And no, Grandmother, I will not take my diabetes test!

Monday, June 15, 2009

Lula's New Hats

I love hats on babies...and especially on Lula! So I bought her some on ebay. They're a little big for her now, but should be perfect for this fall/winter. I know I'm totally biased, but how cute is this baby!?





Friday, June 5, 2009

The First Fall

During a recent "photo shoot" (I use that term very loosely as I have neither a professional grade camera nor professional grade talent!) Lula took her first fall. I've often heard the familiar story of a baby rolling off a bed while a parent was standing "right there" and wondered how someone could so easily let their child roll off of something while watching. Now I know! Thankfully it wasn't such a far fall. She was laying on an ottoman in her room while I turned the camera on, and within a split second she had rolled off and onto the very fluffy fur rug which lays on top of carpet. (Notice that her landing was very plush and her fall not that far! This is how I make myself feel better about the incident.) Despite the plush landing, Lula let out a scream I hadn't heard before. It probably scared her more than anything as there are no bumps or bruises to be seen and she calmed down very quickly. Yes...I still feel bad...but she'll survive and so will I! And so following are the pictures that caused the event as well as some others. Seven weeks today, she is just as wonderful as day one, though definitely showing more personality these days! Her latest development: wonderful little smiles! And she's holding her head up more and more on her own, which seems like the greatest thing in the world. Enough talk...on to the good stuff!




Super Lula!


My little baby doll




More baby legs!

Please stop taking pictures of me, Mom!