Simon @ 19 months

The past month was highlighted mostly by Simon's surgery. I feel like I wrote down NOTHING else from May 25 to June 25. I DO know Simon is continuing his talking. At this point, here is a list, off the top of my head, of his words: Daddy, Mommy, Big Bro, Nana, Nonny, Papa, close, potty, yeah, no, more, cookie, EIEI (without the O), poop, pee, eat, book, ball, blocks, read, hi, bye-bye, car and two. I'm sure there are more ... that will teach me to keep a notepad at my side.

The other side (Simon's surgery)

Aimee and I are both very fortunate to work for the U-M Health System, and in our respective roles we support its mission. But today, we saw the other side of the curtain as we took our baby, Simon, to C.S. Mott Children's Hospital for his first surgery.

When he was 3 months, Simon developed a blemish on his left cheek. It eventually hardened, and both his pediatrician and a U-M plastic surgeon thought it might be some kind of cyst. So, today, June 4, 2010, our baby boy went under the knife. Now, we both know that hundreds of children come to Mott every day for things much, much worse than the removal of a cyst. But for as parent, any trip to the hospital is a frightening experience. At the end of the day, the surgery was a success, Simon came through it like a champ, and he is sleeping comfortably in his crib as I type this.

So, onto the day's events. We were told to report to Mott at 7:30 a.m. After about a half-hour, Simon was ready to go back and begin pre-op. Much of the pre-op involved getting his weight (29 pounds, BTW), blood pressure and other vitals, and keeping an 18-month-old amused and distracted at the same time. He was a good boy, for the most part, as a bevy of nurses, anesthesiologists, and other hospital team members came in to perform their pre-op checklist.

Things really got serious when one of the nurses suggested giving Simon a sedative to calm him and get him ready to go back in the OR. Now, he wasn't being bad, but they said it simply calms kids and gets them prepped for the IV, etc. It was then that we knew our little newt would be snatched away soon. Sure, enough, as Aimee held him, in just a few minutes he was loopy and looking like a punch-drunk boxer. Then, the anesthesiologist came to take him and with one simple sentence diffused our sadness as he took Simon in his arms. He said, quietly, "I will treat him just like he was my own." Through a little tears, as well as some relief that things were finally underway, we made our way to the waiting room.

As we waited downstairs in Mott, they, like other hospitals, have a screen where parents can follow the surgery progress of their children. They said it would probably be a 30-45-minute procedure and, sure enough, the screen showed him in recovery not long after we went downstairs. But, both Aimee and I will admit to a little uneasiness as he was in recovery for a long time, seemingly a half-hour or so. You begin to think terrible things the longer you wait, like "what if he isn't waking up," or "what if something went wrong in the surgery." Another family who went into the OR at the same time were called up 15 minutes before we were, and that added thoughts to our wandering minds. But, we perished any lingering bad thoughts a few minutes later when we were paged and on our way to the recovery room.

Once there, we saw our little angel still hooked up to an IV with the smallest little bandage on his cheek and still very much out of it. But, he was awake and we were relieved to see his face. However, any thoughts that this would be a quiet little recovery were quickly put to rest when Simon became agitated at just about everything. He was bound and determined to get his IV out, and he was going to take it himself. Finally, one of the nurses took it out and she, and a few of her fellow nurses, spent the better half of the next half-hour trying to calm poor Simey down. He was screaming, crying and thrashing, and although he calmed down a few times, generally he wanted to be anywhere but the third floor of Mott Hospital. Finally, Dr. Kasten came by to talk with us. He said the procedure went well, but that the mass was not what he thought it was originally. Still, he was not worried about it, and we will find out at our follow-up visit what pathology says.

Simon was quickly discharged and I am sure the recovery unit sounded like crickets after we left. The nurses told us his appetite would probably be slow in coming back; an hour later, he was taking down a grilled-cheese sandwich, banana and some goldfish snacks. Our boys don't really subscribe to the norm when it comes to what they should be doing at their age or in their condition.

We let him play in relative peace for a few hours, while Harmon stayed at his Nana and Papa's house -- where he had spent Thursday night. Although he was playful and talkative, we knew he must be tired and, sure enough, he slept from 2-5 p.m. Mommy and Daddy stole some winks, too. At the end of the day, we met Aimee's parents to collect our firstborn and came back home. The boys got to bed a little late, but all told things are back to a nice normal here.

In the end, all went as planned and Simon is on his way to a full recovery. His face looks worse than it really is because of the bandage (see photo), but he has been in no pain and is sleeping peacefully. None of this would be possible, we know full well, without the great people at Mott. As I said earlier, we work indirectly for many of these great people on a daily basis, but until today we had never seen their faces. They put us at ease, calmed our fears and, most importantly, took care of our son.

I am sure we will go down in the files as another routine surgery in another routine day. But for us, we will never forget today's trip to Mott and for what our colleagues did for Simon. You might say that it is their job. I say no one does it better!

Perfection?

I noticed it in the top of the 6th inning. Mario Impemba mentioned that Armando Galarraga had retired 18 in a row and it finally hit me – this could be something special. I immediately thought about a great play that Inge made in the 5th inning (perfection doesn’t happen without help) and then thought about the movie, “For Love of the Game,” where the veteran Tigers pitcher throws a perfect game. The fact that I even THOUGHT about a perfect game made me nervous. I didn’t even want to mention to Kevin what was going on for fear that the words I spoke would somehow make their way 40 miles east from our house in Ann Arbor to Comerica Park and jinx the whole damn thing. I checked Facebook, Twitter and even MGoBlog and everyone was speaking in code about it. Everyone knew what was going on but no one wanted to say it.

I love baseball so, to me, a perfect game is the highest achievement in sports. To retire 27 straight batters without a walk, a hit, an error – it’s an amazing feat. It’s a feat that gives me chills when I think about it and it doesn’t even matter who is doing it. BUT, on this night, it was a Tigers pitcher doing it, Galarraga doing it.

Galarraga was recalled from Toledo on May 16. I was out for a run that Sunday and decided to listen to the pre-game show during my run. Dan Dickerson was talking about Galarraga getting the start against the Red Sox. He mentioned that Galarraga was upset about being left off the 25-man roster and claimed he was a Major League pitcher. Tigers manager Jim Leyland told him if that was the case he was going to have to prove it. He proved it that day as he beat the Red Sox 5-1. His next start wasn’t so good as he lost 6-4, giving up all 6 runs, to the Dodgers. His next start, his next chance to prove it – last night.

OK, so, from the 6th inning on last night, I paced and paced and paced. I paced for the rest of the 6th inning as well as the entire 7th and 8th innings. All this pacing while we’re supposed to be getting the boys ready for bed – one day, they’ll understand! And that brings us to the 9th inning. And, with the first batter, I thought the whole damn thing was over but Austin Jackson made an amazing catch in deep left center field. The second batter, an easy groundout to shortstop. 26 straight outs and one to go for perfection.

Here it is!

And … it’s all gone. Just like that. All gone.

Everyone in the world, including umpire Jim Joyce, knows it was a terrible call. HOW do you miss this?


I can't stop thinking about Galarraga's reaction. He starts to raise him arms and smile and then ... UGH. He misses out on being the 21st pitcher in MLB history and the first Tigers pitcher EVER to throw a perfect game all because Joyce blew the call. At least Joyce owned it, which is way more than I think anyone expected from an umpire, and Galarraga came out looking like the classiest dude in baseball.

Galarraga was robbed of making history and all those watching – in person and at home in our living rooms – were robbed of witnessing history. It’s a shame. A terrible shame and while I don’t think Major League Baseball will change the call, maybe at least they’ll change the game by instituting some type of instant replay so this doesn’t happen again.

Even though the record books won’t reflect it, EVERYONE knows Armando Galarraga was perfect on June 2, 2010!

Simon @ 18 months

At 18 months, Simon weighed in at 28 pounds and 6.8 ounces and measured 35.28 inches long. He's still just under 2 pounds lighter than Harmon at the same age but he's finally taller. Kevin thinks he's going to be bigger in the end ... we'll see.

Simon's been having a great time with his brother at the park now that it's finally nice outside. We've been outside almost every night. Because of my work schedule, we were not able to go to Kevin's parents' house for Easter so we went May 14-18 instead and it was great! Everyone was happy to see the boys and they had a great time!

Simon @ 17 months

At 17 months, Simon is more able to play with Harmon, which is good for all involved. In the morning, Harmon asks that I put him in the crib with Simon so they can play together. They usually will read books together, play with stuffed animals and dance and sing to nursery rhymes. They also are taking baths together and, in a stunner, playing with the cars together. Harmon has gotten a lot better about sharing, especially his precious cars. So, to see them playing together with the cars is nothing short of a minor miracle!

Since getting the walking thing down, there is a lot of talking going on. One of Simon's favorite things is to do his roll call: Mama, Daddy, Big Bro, Nana, Papa, etc. And, speaking of Papa, Simon loves it when Papa plays the "wolfman."

First bath together

Last Thursday night (April 8), Harmon was taking his bath and Simon wouldn't leave him alone in the bathroom. As I was getting pajamas ready across the hall, I heard giggling. I checked on them and Harmon was shooting water from his rubber ducky at Simon. Of course, Simon thought this was awesome. So, I gently suggested to Harmon that it might be fun to have Simon in the tub with him. Much to my surprise, he agreed. Thus, their first bath!

Now, I thought this was great but I don't do the baths. Kevin will clean them up and bring them to me and then I'll do lotion, pajamas, hair, etc. I DO know that Kevin hates to be splashed and, with two boys, I'm thinking that's going to happen once or twice. Maybe we should consider shifting the bath responsibilities.

Tonight will be their third bath together so, unless disaster strikes (disaster = Harmon being grumpy), I think we can a) officially retire the toddler bathtub (thank God) and b) plan to put down a lot more towels on the bathroom floor. It's going to get wet and messy!

What did you say?

Harmon says funny things. He just does. He doesn't plan them, they just come out. Usually, he thinks he knows how to say something or he hears something incorrectly and then thinks that's how you say something. Whichever way it happens, it's hilarious.

Here are five thinks that kill us:

1. For the longest time, he called marbles narbles. He would tell us he played narbles at school and we were like, um, what? Once we figured out he meant marbles, we explained the difference. Sometimes he still says narbles, just to mess with us.

2. During this past Christmas season, we listened to more than enough Christmas music. He loves to sing (he gets that from me) and I caught him on more than one occasion singing Jingle Bells and saying "oh what fun it is to ride in a one-morse open sleigh." First, I died. Then I explained it was a one-HORSE open sleigh.

3. When he goes to Kroger with Kevin, the highlight for him is getting something from the BENDING machine. Yep, bending instead of vending. Classic.

4. He'll joke around sometimes and say that something is ridicleous. He's close. It's like nuclear and nucular, except Harmon is 4, not an ignorant, middle-aged politician!

5. Finally, my favorite - banklet, which sounds like BANK-A-LET. Obviously, he's trying to say blanket. I was just talking to Kevin about how we should probably tell him how to really say it. But, it's cute how is says it. There's an innocence to banklet and we don't want to let it go!

He says so many other funny things on a daily basis and I need to remember to write them down. This silliness won't last forever!

16-month update

The walking is crazy. Harmon walked at 15 months too but didn't pick it up as quickly as Simon has. He walks all the time ... well, unless HE IS CLIMBING. He climbs on everything. He's part monkey, we swear. It's hard for us because Harmon wasn't like this. Simon is constantly on the couch, despite falling off it. If you don't push the dining room chairs in, he'll climb on those. Even if you DO push them in, he'll either a) pull them out and climb or b) just crawl up on them while they are pushed in. It's nuts!

In addition to the climbing, he gets into everything. If we let him, he would have every toy of his and especially every toy of Harmon's out at the same time. He also likes to climb into and empty our pantry and totally digs playing in the fridge.

Another thing Harmon never did that Simon loves to do is make a huge mess eating. He really gets into his food and, at the end of the meal, his entire high chair is a mess. He throws some of his food on the floor and he rubs food in his hair and eyes. When he gets tired of actually drinking his milk, he'll start letting it slowly dribble out of his mouth. It then settles down into the pocket of his bib, along with food that he missed getting into his mouth. We call this Simon "soup" and it's disgusting to clean up.

To make up for the food mess and the climbing, though, he gives the best squeezey hugs and will give unsolicited kisses (open mouth, on the cheek) at any moment. He's also learning new words by the day! He's doing great at school and may move up to the next room - the grasshoppers - very soon. He spends some time visiting the new room now and just shimmies under the gate when he wants to go back to his old room.

Overall, he's a very happy, healthy, handsome smart boy. We are so very lucky!

BITE ME!

On Monday, March 8, Kevin picked the boys up from school and there was a note in Simon's coat sleeve alerting us that he had been bitten earlier that day. Evidently, he was standing near the play sink in his room and one of the other little dragonflies didn't like that so much so s/he bit him. He cried a bit, the teachers cleaned and iced the bite and all was good. I didn't even think much of it until later that night when we stripped him down for his bath.

Near his left shoulder blade, there was a huge bite mark that had BROKEN THE SKIN. It also was bruised. I started thinking, wow, the guilty party must have bitten him long and hard because there was a lot of damage, especially when you consider he had on a onesie and a thick sweatshirt.

Bites happen, we know that. Harmon was bitten a couple of years ago too. So, that wasn't what upset us. We were mad because the teachers didn't actually SAY ANYTHING TO US. They just put the note in the coat sleeve, of all places. What if that note had fallen out? We would have had no idea. So, that following Thursday, when we dropped him off, we talked to them and they apologized for not telling us. This made US feel a little better but I'm sure it didn't make Simon's SHOULDER feel any better!

Stepping out

Because Harmon was a late walker, we didn't really stress about Simon walking. He has been upright and cruising since the fall so we figured it would all come in time. Well, that time was February. He took a few steps between me and Kevin in our living room on Tuesday, Feb. 9 and then took several steps across the hardwood floor at my parents' house on Saturday, Feb. 20. The following week - the week of Feb. 22 - he had the hang of it and was everywhere. I think our favorite thing was watching his little hands open and close as he tried so hard to balance himself. We also loved the open mouth!

Someone once told me that your baby is gone once he or she starts walking. Because of this, I was more than happy to wait until the 15th month!

15-month update (March 5)

The 15th month was kind of a big deal. It included things like talking, blowing kisses and WALKING! Once he got the walking down, he started talking more. With Harmon, it was just the opposite. As I've heard so many times from doctors and parents, it's hard for toddlers to concentrate on more than one big thing at a time. So, yes, more words is a good, good thing. We taught him to blow kisses to us and he obliges on most occasions. Around Valentine's Day, we found the source of what seemed like an infinite amount of drool - four more teeth, including his first molar. Such a big boy.

The 15th month also brought his first time playing in the snow (Feb. 10). He had a great time and only cried for a short time after he fell face-first into the snow! He cried much less than Harmon did when he got snow in his gloves!

As for the stats, he weighed in at 26.3 pounds and measured 33 3/4 inches. He continues to close the gap on Harmon, who was 28.4 pounds and 34 inches long. He remains two pounds lighter but is only 1/4 inch shorter! His hands and feet, though, are much bigger. Who knows what we have on our hands.

Rocking Simon

Rocking Simon to sleep is a special treat and Kevin and I take turns doing it. It involves getting all snuggled up in the rocking chair in his room under a big fleece blanket with our feet up. Sometimes, he’s restless and just wants in his crib which, unfortunately, reminds us that our rocking-him-to-sleep days are numbered. Most days, though, he is comfortable and snuggly and he just passes out on your chest – it’s the highlight of the day. You know it’s a great night, though, when he is so dead asleep that he a) ejects his binky (pacifier) and b) leaves a huge drool spot on your shirt. We look forward to that drool spot each and every day!

If you leave me now

When Harmon moved into his toddler bed just after his second birthday, his newfound freedom was a bit of a challenge to us. For a week or two, he was out of bed every night – he just could not resist! One night, Kevin decided to stay in the room with him until he settled down and/or fell asleep and, more than two years later, we’re still staying with him. We’ll read and then he’ll ask “can you stay with me for a few minutes?” We’ll then start his music get him all tucked in and take our spot next to him in his huge bed. Just a few songs in, though, he’ll now tell us, “you can leave now!” And, if you don’t leave at that moment, you’ll give you a stern reminder. I’m guessing in another two years, he probably won’t want us in his room at all!

Odd bird

Sometimes, Simon can be an odd little toddler. Three quick examples:

1. He loves to play with HIS ears, which can complicate things if, say, there’s a suspected ear infection (not yet, knock on wood). He also loves to play with MY ears. Many a night, while rocking him, I’ve had to make my ears fully accessible so that he could play with them until he fell asleep.

2. He is the most ticklish baby I’ve ever come in contact with. ANY part of his chubby little body will produce a healthy squeal when tickled!

3. Every time he coughs, he will follow it up with a sneeze. This “skill” comes in handy when he’s eating. Sadly, it’s how we can tell he’s just coughing instead of choking. If a sneeze happens, he’s all good.

14-month update

OK, Dec. 25 to Jan. 25 is a pretty boring time of year. After Christmas is over and your football team doesn't go to a bowl game, there's not much keeping you going. It's the doldrums of winter when you're stuck inside places like Jungle Java and, God forbid, Chuck E. Cheese!

But, for Simon, this month was the month he pretty much decided being upright was the new and cool way to go! Although he has been standing and cruising a lot, his primary way around was still crawling. Well, he now is standing on his own - for the first time at my parents' hardwood floor on Saturday, Jan. 9 - and I can tell he's thinking about taking steps. We're in trouble!

Also, this month, I made wear the hell out of this hat!

The beginning?

Harmon began what we hope to be a long and successful athletic career on Saturday, Jan. 16 when he attended his first soccer practice. While soccer quite frankly BORES ME TO TEARS (to be fair, Kevin likes it), there weren’t a lot of sports options around town for 4 year olds. There was floor hockey (um, NO), gymnastics (come ON, the kid is huge) and swimming (we would have gone with this one but there were scheduling issues). Anyway, upon arriving, he was a little hesitant to get out there with the other kids but, eventually, he ventured out into the chaos with Kevin. He did a great job listening to the British Elite Soccer (oooooooooooo) instructors and doing what he was told and it looked like he was having fun. I think the next practice will be even better, especially when he a) can go out there WITHOUT Kevin and he b) won’t feel the need to come visit me and Simon all the time. We all went to the first practice but I think it will be best for future practices if just one of us goes. It’s just fewer distractions. This first class is only five weeks long and then we’ll see what else is out there. I am DYING for t-ball and, eventually, Little League but he needs to be in kindergarten for those. In due time!

Got milk?

At Simon’s one-year appointment back on Dec. 4, we spoke with the doctor about his transition to milk. For the life of me, I couldn't remember doing this with Harmon so I was interested to hear what he would say (side note: we had a different doctor for Harmon). So, he suggested we just give him some Vitamin D milk in a sippy cup and see how it goes. If he was hesitant, we would have to wean him off formula slowly with all kinds of ¼, ½, ¾ mixtures. Thankfully, Simon said to hell with that mixture business as he happily chugged down his milk. Before that appointment, he had pretty much lost all interest in bottles throughout the day. He would have one at school and maybe one while my Mom and Dad were watching him on Wednesdays but nothing more. With the big move to milk, we thought we should just do away with ALL daytime bottles and it went very well.

The only remaining issue was the nighttime bottle, which the doctor said he would like to go bye-bye by the time he was 14 months old. Ah, what to do? We were dead set against putting milk in a bottle (since he was already getting used to it in his sippy cup) and we simply did not want to buy anymore damn Enfamil. So, we agreed that once that last can of formula was gone, we would just maybe give him a drink of milk from his sippy cup before bed. Well, we used the last of the can for his bottle on Friday, Jan. 15 so Saturday, Jan. 16 was the first night in his 13+ months that he didn’t have a nighttime bottle. Kevin has Simon duty on Saturdays so I didn’t think much about it until it was MY turn to rock him to sleep on Sunday night. I guess on Saturday, Kevin said he gave him a look like “what the hell is going on, where’s my damn bottle?” Understandable! Sunday night with me, though, he was sad and he cried. I felt terrible but it didn’t last long. Within a few minutes, he was drooling on me and snoring. We thought we were in for a few rough nights but he handled it just fine. He’s such an easy baby, a good baby, and always so adaptable to whatever is going on. Sorry about those bottles, little guy!

13-month update

The last month of Simon's life occurred during the busiest time of the year so it's impressive that I remember ANY of it! I do remember that the tooth to the right of his top front tooth finally busted through on Nov. 30 after his gums there were black and blue for weeks. I thought maybe he had fallen and injured that tooth but the little pearly white finally came through and put my mind at ease. This month also brought a ton of multi-syllable babbling complete with pointing at everything. He was like an Elmo doll that just got turned on!

On the heels of his first hot dog on Dec. 9 (my Mom let him have one when she was watching him), he also started camping out in front of the open refridgerator door to get a drink of his water. And, speaking of drinks, he made the transition to from formula to milk but that deserves a post all its own (bye, bye, Enfamil)!

Christmas vacation

Each year, I really look forward to Christmas vacation because we get so much uninterrupted time with the boys. This year, Kevin and I took off two full weeks and it was awesome! While we did the usual things like sleeping in, taking naps, decorating the tree AND baking way too many treats, we did some different things too. We finished up our shopping, I took Harmon to see Alvin and The Chipmunks: The Squeakquel, and we made our first family trip to the Henry Ford Museum. We planned to go because of the Lego exhibit, but we barely spent any time there once we arrived. Harmon was way more excited to see all the cars and trains so we spent most of our time doing that. On our way out, we also had a Bergquist boy hot dog!

We spent with my immediate family where - among other things - Simon got Elmo and Harmon got a very cool Lightning McQueen remote control car. We got them in their jammies before leaving Waterford so we could just put them to bed when we got home. Then we collected all the presents and put them under the tree.

Christmas morning was spent at home and we were stunned that Harmon slept until 8:30 a.m. He was patient for a little bit, but once it got around 9 a.m. we had to wake Simon and get the festivities underway. They opened presents for a while in their matching reindeer jammies.

Later in the day, we headed to my Uncle Max's house to celebrate with my extended family. The highlight, of course, was the Thanksgiving-style turkey dinner, which Simon took full advantage of! We didn't stay long, though, because the next morning we had to hit the road to Peoria to celebrate with Kevin's family.

I've been making that trip 2-3 times each year since 2000 and it was never as bad as it was this year. We should have known it would be bad when it took us ONE HOUR to get from the east side to the west side of Ann Arbor! It snowed almost the entire way and it took us about nine hours to get there (it's usually 6-7 hours). The last two hours, I had to sit in the back seat with the boys because they were so sick of being in the car. We got there late on Dec. 26 and spent the next three days just hanging out. Kevin's brother, sister-in-law, sister and nieces came over every day to play with the boys, which was very sweet! They got LOTS of attention and way too many gifts, as is the norm! We headed back on Dec. 30 and made it home in record time, which was great because Harmon was itching to play with all his new toys.

As has been tradition since the year before Harmon was born, we went to Pizza House for dinner on New Year's Eve. It wasn't the best trip as both boys were nuts! I think they were pissed about just being with me and Kevin after almost a week of attention from so many other cool people. New Year's Day was ... well ... a bummer. No bowl game will do that to you. The rest of the weekend, we took our time getting ready for the week and wondering why Christmas vacation has to go by so damn fast! It was back to the grind on Monday, Jan. 4 - ugh!

ONE

Simon turned one today, how did that happen? I feel like my water just broke and I was in the bathroom with Harmon at my side, both of us calling for Kevin to come upstairs and help.

He's one. He's crawling (on all fours for the first time on Nov. 10) and pulling up and cruising and saying Mama and busting out teeth left and right (seventh tooth - top and to the left of his front tooth - poked through on Oct. 29) and even getting haircuts.

He's one. He's still snuggly ... but not for long. He has too much to explore.

He's one. He's almost done with Enfamil and bottles forever, which, despite the cost of formula, makes me a little sad.

He's one. He pretty much eats what we eat now and, as Kevin always says, he'll be eating a whole steak next week. I guess that's why he never liked that baby food much!

He's one, even though he looks way bigger. Official stats - 24 1/2 pounds and 32 1/2 inches long. For comparison, Harmon was a little over 28 pounds and was about 33 inches long. So, while he's a little lighter, he's almost as tall. In short, big boys.

He's one and his first birthday falls during the Thanksgiving rush, which is bad and good. Bad because it gets lost in the shuffle. Good because it's an even bigger reminder of how thankful we are for him.

It's amazing that I thought I couldn't love another child as much as I love Harmon. I worried about that a lot while I was pregnant and Kevin would always tell me I was crazy. I guess I WAS crazy because all it took was one look at Simon and I was in love again, and, one year later, I love him even more!

Happy birthday, Simon!