Mother’s Day!

Its my second Mothers Day, and boy have things changed in the past year!

       My first Mother’s day 2009                                     One year later…2010

This year we kept it VERY low key. I just wanted a day to relax…since we have had SUCH a busy past month or so. Yosh let me sleep in and then we brought my wonderful mother-in-law Marilyn out to lunch to Black Angus. Then enjoyed the evening just hanging out! ::sigh:: feels so good to do NOTHING! Going to go visit my own Mother in a bit while hopefully getting some Thrifty’s ice cream Ü

But, this day last year we were saying good-bye to my wonderful sister-in-law, Missy and my niece, Peyton…they had come from NY to visit and meet little baby Owen, who was barely a month old. It was wonderful to have a week with them and to have another experienced Mommy to help me out (mentally and physically)

 

Also, this day last year our lil precious Owen was the exorcist baby…he was projectile vomiting at least once a day.  I brought him to the doctor the Monday after Mother’s Day and was told that I was basically a paranoid first-time mother and to go home and make sure he sat up for 30 minutes after feeding.  All week I lived in hell, being puked on, scared to eat anything incase that was what was upsetting his stomach…we couldn’t leave the house! So after 2 more visits to the doctor Owen was diagnosed with Pyloric Stenosis.  A condition that I found out is somewhat common. 1 in 400 first born males get it. Its a thickening of the pylorus (muscle in the stomach) that causes food to “forcefully” come back out instead of passing through to the digestive system. 

So on May 18th, 2009 we went from Kaiser Ontario with our pediatrician, to Kaiser Fontana for an ultrasound to confirm the condition, and was then rushed over to Pediatrics where Owen was admitted into the hospital for a pyloromyotomy.  Which is surgery, 3 small incisions in the belly to go in and cut the extra muscle. I couldn’t mentally get my head around my poor little baby having to go in and have real surgery!!! I was a complete wreck (and so was Yosh and Bernie!) Was kinda funny because one of the incisions had to be done inside the belly button…but Owen’s belly button had not fallen off yet. He was actually going to have to have it surgically removed the following week, so the surgeon said he’d take care of it for us! (Two birds with one stone).

(Pics above) Owen patiently waiting in his little crib before being wheeled into surgery. And me holding him during admittance. He was starving but I wasn’t allowed to feed him. Broke my heart…the whole thing. I couldn’t stop crying! I look back on it now and kinda laugh because I was sooooo emotional!

We stayed one night in the hospital…I was awake all night holding him and crying (he wasn’t even crying anymore) while Yosh tried to sleep on the floor. He did great and about 8 hours after surgery he was allowed to start eating like normal again.

This was Owen’s hospital room/crib and him in recovery after I finally got back there to calm him down.  Was horrible…after his surgery I walked back into recovery to find a nurse trying to feed my SCREAMING child a bottle of pedialyte. Poor Owen, #1 he had NEVER had a bottle before #2 his throat was very sore for the surgery #3 it was traumatic for me…my baby didn’t cry so I almost didn’t know what to do! But he calmed once I got him in my arms and I didn’t leave him with those nurses again!              

           And these are his little war-wounds…to this day he still has the 2 scares :(

                       

But thankfully technology is amazing and after the surgery we lived a much better, less spit-up kinda life! Don’t get me wrong…he was a puker until he was able to sit-up BUT we got to say good-bye to the exorcist baby forever!!

I can only imagine what kind of stories I’ll have for next years Mother’s Day blog entry!!!