Emergency Room with Baby

August 30th, 2012 § 1 comment § permalink

Let me start this post by letting you know that my little nugget Luke is fine.  The twin boys were climbing the dining room chairs in order to get on the table and then scream at me to get them down.  Rocco was dancing on top of the table when I ran over to get him down Luke was climbing a chair and ended up surfing it to the floor splitting his lip open.  Of course I was alone with all the kids when it happened.  I had to keep reminding myself to remain calm.  Dan was off surfing at the Rockaways and the nanny was due to arrive in an hour. I knew by looking at the cut that the little guy would need some stitches.  After 6 kids this is the first time any of my kids needed a stitch.  I was surprised that Luke would be the first. My nanny arrived and I headed into Manhattan to tackle the ER alone. Ugh.  I knew that as soon as Dan got in from surfing he would check his phone and join me.  He arrived to the ER just in the nick of time to hold Luke’s head still while they stitched him up.  I am not a queasy person and can watch surgeries and feel comfortable around blood etc…but when your own baby is in pain it rips your fucking heart out.  He ended up needing 6 stitches in his lip.  The plastic surgeon and the ER pediatrician were amazing.  They made our experience much more bearable. Something else happened because of this ER trip as well.  I have mentioned Luke’s birthmark in previous posts.  For those of you who may not know my twin baby boy Luke was born with a large congenial nevus on his forehead.  We have decided to have it removed for both cosmetic and medical reasons.  He has an increased risk of melanoma due to the size of the birthmark.  As I was driving to the hospital I received a phone call from a plastic surgeon’s office that needed to reschedule an appointment for the 3RD TIME!!!  I was fed up at that point with their office and decided to look for another doctor for a consultation.  After we met with Luke’s ER plastic surgeon we decided to have a consultation with him about the birthmark when he removes the stitches in Luke’s lip this Friday.  I have to believe that  these things all happen for a reason.  I’ll update you all after we have our appointment. Wish us luck.

 

 

GIRLS! GIRLS! GIRLS!

August 16th, 2012 § 1 comment § permalink

Having daughters is really awesome and really freaking hard.  I think it’s because my girls are all a bit dramatic in their own special way.  I’m not implying that ALL girls are dramatic but mine sure are.  Well they learn from the best.  My husband and I can be the drama king and queen at times.  He’ll deny it though.  I however embrace my dramatic flair.  It always amazes me how something as simple as eating breakfast can be a real diva filled  fiasco.  They fight every morning over the pink fucking spoon.  Why I haven’t gone out and purchased 10 more pink spoons is a wonder. You figure I would have learned by now.  I guess I am a glutton for punishment. As I write this Mia is whimpering on the couch because she’s too tired to walk into the next room to get her bowl of cereal. Good grief. I think the scary part about having daughters is that I see myself in each one of them.  Mia has my stubborn tendencies and the gift of spazziness.  Birdie has my fearlessness and my knack for repeating things over and over again. Miss Hazel is pretty even and happy most of the time like me but if she gets upset steer clear people! They have all inherited my amazing dance moves.  Sorry girls none of you will ever be ballerinas. The one thing that keeps me going are those moments where they all play without arguing or when they kiss and hug one another without me telling them to.  I hope they are the best of friends one day.  There really is nothing better than sisters.

 

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