I’m getting really worried about what we’ll do with K while I’m in the hospital having the baby. Best case scenario is that he comes while she’s at school or at least during the day. If it’s during the day she can go to My Little Waiting Room at the hospital for up to 3 hours at a time, with I think an hour between visits. If he comes at night or on the weekend, we’re pretty much on our own. MS has said she can take her overnight, but only if she’s not working the next day and she doesn’t seem very committed to it. Plus she has guests coming for a couple of weeks and I don’t want to put the extra burden on her. FIL hasn’t offered to help at all in any way and has been completely self absorbed since he got into town (a rant for another post). Ideally we’ll be able to find care for her just during the delivery, then J can go home to be with her and bring her back during the day. But… nobody has offered to help out and I don’t know whom else to ask. I don’t feel like there’s anyone local that would be happy to help without it being an inconvenience to them. I’ve read online that some people have the sibling in the room when they deliver, but I really don’t think that would be the right situation for K. I’m thinking of asking my nephew’s mom, but she lives 30+ minutes away and I’m not sure if she’d be able to come pick K up or if we would have time to do the hour round trip from here to there to the hospital. Blergh. This is giving me a massive headache.
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We took K in for her blood work this morning. She was very brave and only cried when the needle went in. I haven’t heard from the pediatrician yet, but the results were just emailed to me and every single one of them is within normal range. I was so relieved/happy/proud that I almost cried. None of the results were even on the low or high side of the range. Her BMI may say that she’s obese and the doctor may be able to tell by looking at her that she’s obese, but she is perfectly healthy on the inside and to me that’s all that matters. ♥
Yesterday, at her 5 year well check appointment, my beautiful, intelligent, kind, loving, amazing daughter was diagnosed with obesity. She is 99th percentile for weight and 87th percentile for height (she’s actually taller than that, but the nurse measured her height wonky and wouldn’t redo it). She has been referred to a nutritionist and has to go in for a full blood workup.
It was a long conversation the doctor had with me and the entirety of it took place in front of K. I think I was too shocked and heartbroken to think to ask for a nurse to take her out of the room. On the way home K said that she’s fat because “the doctor said I am”. I told her she is not fat, that we just need to make healthier choices. I reminded her how we had told her before that too much sugar isn’t healthy and I told her that the doctor is concerned that she’s getting too much sugar.
I was told to completely stop giving her juice, ice cream and candy, and to switch to non-fat milk. Her birthday party is tomorrow and she’s having a pinata and of course cake and ice cream. She said “but the doctor said I can’t have sugar”. I told her it’s a special day and she can have sugar at her birthday party.
The thing that really bothered me was the doctor saying that it’s not just her BMI, that she can see from looking at her that she is obese. I wanted to punch her right there. The attached picture is from June 30th – she doesn’t look obese to me. Is it just me? Does everyone else see her as obese? She looks healthy and happy to me.
What the doctor didn’t ask about was fast food. We eat out too often, especially with me being pregnant. I’ll cut back on the things the doctor said to, but I’m not going to eliminate them completely and I’ll switch from 2% milk to 1% milk, but not non-fat. The big change, though, will be eliminating eating out. We’ll save that for special occasions, something we’ve been wanting to do anyway but now have the catalyst to finally put into action.
I’m so angry about that dang label: obesity. I’m angry at the doctor. I’m angry about the type of society that we live in. I’m angry that this will be on her medical record forever. I’m angry at what this could do to her body image, an image that was extremely healthy until yesterday. But most of all I’m angry at myself. I feel like this is evidence of me failing at being a mother. I feel like I’ve let my child down. I feel like there’s something wrong with me for just seeing a beautiful child when I look at her and for not knowing something was wrong (is something actually wrong?!) and not doing anything about it. She is active, she eats well, she loves fruits and vegetables. She has always been high for weight and height on the percentage chart, ever since she was a few months old. This is just who she is right now. She’s five years old! This is not who she will be forever. Her body will change over time. Why can’t she just be a kid for now? Why does she have to have this label?
At night, along with her bedtime story, K likes me to sing her a song before she falls asleep. She always requests “Traveling Soldiers”, which is really Travelin’ Soldier by the Dixie Chicks.
Sometimes after she falls asleep I go into her room and lay with her, brush the hair out of her face, kiss her on the forehead. I know that one day too soon she won’t let me lay with her anymore. Even sooner than that the baby will come and will take up a lot of the attention that would normally go to K. I worry about how that will affect her. Her world is going to change so much then.
Last night we used the grill for the first time of the year. She stood by the back door and watched the flames as they lit up the briquettes. I promised her that in a week or two we’ll buy jumbo marshmallows and roast them over the grill. That will be a first for her. It will be good preparation for her first camping trip in a few months.
Yesterday was K’s half birthday and she chose to go to Chuck E Cheese for the first time to celebrate. She loved it so much that she wants to have her birthday party there in August.
M’kid is a meat eater, so for dinner I made her steak and that was the only part of the meal she ate. After dinner she made herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She’s quite chuffed with herself that she can make sandwiches on her own now. If only she would keep the jelly off the carpet…
Today we took K to the Northwest Family & Kids Festival at the fairgrounds. She: played in bouncy houses, fed goats, made a Valentine for J and me, petted two dogs, won a bag of bagels, walked a balance beam, sat on a police motorcycle, explored the inside of a police car, explored the inside of an ambulance, rode a pony, decorated a cupcake, petted a couple of reptiles including a snake and was very well behaved and polite the entire time.
With my trip, working full-time, teaching Sunday School and seeming to continuously be sick, I haven’t been spending as much time with K as I should/I want/she needs. I told her that tomorrow will be all about her.
On our to do list:
-paint our toenails
-go for a walk/bike ride
-play Skylanders Giants
The wee one is four today! She is becoming such a mature little girl and becomes more curious by the day. Yesterday J told her that I was going to be her teacher, so she brought me one of her preschool books, opened it and started pointing at letters. “Is this H, School Teacher?” “Is this F, School Teacher?” “And is this G, School Teacher?” She was so happy and excited to have me for a teacher! I love that child too much for words. ♥
The other day I bought two bubble wands at Target for 92 cents each. Yesterday K and I went out in the parking lot (since we don’t have a yard) and I made bubbles while she had the time of her life chasing them. It was such a simple thing, but she couldn’t get enough of running after those bubbles. I love it when she is carefree and laughing like that – I could stand out there with those bubbles all day watching her play. ♥
We started potty training K over Labor Day weekend in 2010 and she took to it immediately. For about four months she was OCD about using the potty and only wore a diaper during her nap and at bedtime. Even then, she’d want to take her diaper off and use the potty, but we would say ‘you have a diaper on, just go in it’. Then she started having accidents – just a few at first but then it got to where she would stand right next to the potty and pee. Eventually we put her back in diapers the majority of the time and put off the potty training. She still used the potty quite a bit, but not like when she first started potty training.
When she turned three last month, we started talking seriously about potty training again. We had her in diapers for nap and bedtime, and when we would leave the house to go somewhere, but at home she would go without a diaper. She starts Pee Wee Athletics tomorrow, so this last week we’ve been keeping her out of the diaper when we go on short trips out of the house too, so she would be ready to go without a diaper for her class. A friend of ours came over Thursday morning and I was telling her about our potty training experience and how K regressed after a few months. She said that J and I were probably to blame for her regressing (she said it much nicer than that), because we had been encouraging her to go in her diaper, and that when her kids started showing an interest in not wearing diapers, she stopped using them completely, even at nap and bedtime. She has four kids, so what she said didn’t fall on deaf ears.
When K took her nap yesterday, we didn’t put a diaper on her. She said she needed one and we told her she’d be okay without it. She slept for a little over an hour and she stayed dry the whole time. When she went to bed last night it was the same thing: she said she needed a diaper and we told her she didn’t. After she had been in bed for awhile, she said she had to go pee, went over and used her potty, wiped and got back in bed. Then she asked for some water and I got her some. She fell asleep a few minutes later and didn’t make a peep the entire night. J and I looked in on her in the morning and she was still dry. She woke up just before 8:30a and came downstairs. I went up and saw that she had used her potty after waking up and the bed was still dry. Our friend was right! We know that there will still be an occasional accident in bed, but from now on K will be 100% diaper free.
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