Posts Tagged 'anemia'

Last Firsts

It’s November, which means it’s Josie’s last first new month. She’s an old pro at December since that is when she came into the world. She is growing up faster every day now, and I’m noticing a lot fewer new things. Sure she wobbles when standing, but she stands. She rarely gets on all fours as if to crawl, but she occasionally will. She is now even eating rice crispies (not capitalized and with a “c” because the official brand has gluten).

Last month Josie had her first ear infections. After she finished her antibiotic, she (wham!) got another one (or maybe it was the first one laughing at our attempt with simple amoxicillin). So she went on the stronger stuff (so much harder to gag down), which seemed to take a couple days longer to make her feel better. Poor thing. And of course, her front right tooth had to start pushing through this time. I guess she’s kind of like her moms… we freeze in the face of overwhelming tasks, and then once we get our butts in gear, we race through them all at once.

Josie lost some weight during these times of infection, and she’s never been a big girl. So, per usual, I became very worried. She was born at the 50th percentile for weight, but has been at the 10th most of her life. Then suddenly she was down to the 4th. Also, Josie’s never been a colorful child, meaning, her beautiful creamy skin has always been quite pail. We asked our PCP about this because we’d heard that she should start taking iron supplement at 6 months. She told us Josie is getting all the iron she needs from my breast milk. We even asked for a blood test to confirm that, but she reassured us it wasn’t necessary. We convinced ourselves that she is just pail like me and the rest of my family. In fact, Crayola has a specific blue called Zev Blue, which is named after my brother’s legs.

We were encouraged to see a gastroenterologist about her weight (not by our state health insurance covered PCP, of course), and in anticipation of that visit, we got a whole smattering of levels tested on her blood. Guess what? Terribly low iron! Ah, to be an infant and anemic — less appetite, lethargic, crabby. Thanks PCP! Well, at least we finally discovered it, and now that Josie takes an iron supplement daily, she’s a changed kid. I say kid because she’s huge! Well, I don’t know how much she weighs now, but she’s heavier to hold, has cheeks aplenty, and thighs to rival your T-giving turkey. Plus she’s just so much more active. What a relief.

Here’s another Moment of FoG (Funny or Gross) for y’all:
The other morning (too early for me to be wearing my glasses or be awake at all), we were playing on the floor when I noticed a tiny yellowish bit of mushy matter. Josie is usually the one to find all things tiny on the floor, so since I got to it first I reacted quickly before she could see it. We have problems with ants from time to time, and with a very shedy dog walking all over Josie’s play area and toys, ants are a constant threat (plus they make me crazy, like I might as well give up on living in a civilized society and get a tent). So what were my options? Wipe it on my clothes, and it winds up on the floor or furniture — leaving us back where we started. Call the dog over to eat it, and I have dog lick on my hand. I did not consider getting up and washing it down the sink. I did what any sleep deprived mother (I think) would do; I put it in my mouth.


None For Me, Thanks

Good news: I did not get the diagnosis of having gestational diabetes. That’s exactly the way I heard it. Not, “You passed the test! You don’t have gestational diabetes.” But instead, “You did not get the diagnosis.” Why the morbid technical tone? Apparently one of the timed tests came back borderline. So instead of getting to be relieved, I got to be lectured on improving my diet and avoiding simple sugars.

Do you know how it feels to have given up everything delicious (i.e., glutenous, creamy, carbonated, and caffeinated) for several years, only to be told: Do Better! Be Even More Miserable and Diligent! — especially when I don’t drink soda, eat ice cream, or snack on sweets??? To have to chug the most ridiculous amount of flavored, throat searing sugar drink and be told this is the only way to know that I’m healthy enough? Well, it ain’t a nice feeling.

Maybe I should just eat 'em all! That'll show The Man.

And then today I waddled over to the pharmacy to pick up the “prescription” for iron tabs the nurse midwives called in for me to beat this terrible anemia I seem to have suddenly developed. Guess what? These over-the-counter supplements contain 25 mgs of iron, while the ones I’ve already been takingĀ  have 20 mgs. Wow! I’m so glad the medical world is here to test and correct every aspect of this journey! I just know those extra 5 mgs are the missing link between me and a healthy pregnancy.

Sorry for the dump, but I really want to be left alone for a while. I think this might be part of the “nesting” period I learned about in our birth class. A simple, “Let me sit on my egg in peace already! Enough fear mongering. Seriously.” Tell me, ye readers with used wombs, do I have other tests and scares to look forward to in months 8 and 9?

Speaking of our birth class… I get the distinct feeling that I’m being set up. We’re being given all these “tools” to use to have the most successful labor and birth possible, and even while I’m listening and nodding I feel all the information draining right out of my head. “Holy crap, this is a lot of pain! Oh, wait. There was something I was told to try to deal with this… what the eff was that?!” Yeah, I’m sure it’s just gonna all come right back to me in the moment.

(Disclaimer: No men were harmed in the making of this blog.)

The Family

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