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February 25, 2003
February 25, 2003
Collin is 19 months old.
***Kaboom! Exploding language and painful dental problems!***
Hello. I missed an entry last week because life has a way of sneaking up on you and throwing in those wrenches.
***Collin***
Collin is doing great and his language is EXPLODING! He’s gone from saying (or repeating) almost any word he wants to forming short two to three word sentences. It’s so amazing that we can now hold short conversations with him and we understand each other. Some things he’s saying now are “me up please,” “more milk please,” “me bubble bath,” “eat please,” “up chair eat please” and a few others that I can’t think of right this minute. I’ll be doing something such as rinsing off the dishes and he’ll come blazing into the room asking, “step stool? Step stool?” I’ll then ask, “Where did you put it?” Then he’ll answer, “Ummmm???” while thinking really, REALLY hard. Then I’ll tell him, “Why don’t you go look in the bedroom.” He replies, “Okay!” and goes tearing off down the hall. Seconds later he’s giggling and laughing with step stool in hand. Seriously, I just can’t get over how he’s changed into a little boy who can now think and act for himself. When he wants something specific he’ll ask. When he needs his diaper changed he’ll tell us, when he’s not happy about something he’ll definitely let us know! The bridge of communication between us just amazes me. It’s such a beautiful and wonderful thing when you can see your child learning right before their very eyes. Each day I can’t imagine loving Collin any more than I already do, but the love just keeps growing and growing and getting stronger and bigger. I swear my heart is going to burst with love for this sweet little child - God how I love him.
Along with his new burst of communication, Collin has dropped using almost all of his signs. About the only one he’ll use now is more and that’s only when he thinks we aren’t paying attention to his request. Then he’ll use the sign along with the word. Once in a while he’ll throw out a sign but he’s mainly using his words now. When he wants something, he has no problems asking for it.
Does your child use a totally different word or nickname for certain words/wants? There are two things that Collin will ask for but uses nicknames or made-up words instead. For raisins he’ll say, “na na na na na na” and for ice cream he says, “I will.” I know where he got the “I will.” We have a book about the alphabet (one of his favorites) and for the letter **I** the verse goes, “I is for ice cream. Please have some, I WILL!” and it shows a picture of a little girl with a huge smile getting ready to dig into some delicious creamy ice cream. Each time we read this I whisper the words, “Please have some, I will” into his ear and say, “yum-yum.” Then Collin tries to scratch the picture of the ice cream off the page saying, “mamma? Peeese?” Then I have to explain to him that the picture of the ice cream is only a picture - that it’s play, pretend. So I can understand why he’s thinking that ice cream is I will. We’re working on that.
As for the raisins, I have no idea! The only thing I can think of is maybe I once said, “na na na na na” when he was reaching or wanting more raisins and I didn’t want him to have anymore. I’m lost on this one, but it’s cute anyway.
Mark and I are officially MOMMY AND DADDY! Over the weekend Collin has picked up on the long e sound and started calling us mommeeeee and daddeeeeee. Talk about melting the heart!
***PAIN!!!***
The reason I didn’t update last week was because I had some dental work done and I was in some real pain. I hate teeth pain. I seem to always get an earache whenever I get a toothache and vise versa. I say that I’d rather give birth than I would have an earache or toothache. I had two fillings done about two weeks ago and even before that I had a real sensitive ache in one my molars. My dentist wanted to get the fillings done to see if by chance the pain was related to the cavities. He had thought I might need a root canal (WHAT?!!) but wasn’t completely sure. The pain was increasing and I was going crazy. I was downing 6-8 200mg Ibuprofen just to make the pain manageable and I knew I couldn’t go on like that much more. I called and got into the office on an emergency Saturday appointment. I went in and had the first part of the root canal done. I’ve always been a nervous dental patient and had a bad experience with a dentist when I was younger so I’ve always gotten the nitrous oxide. My husband doesn’t understand why I need it, but it helps me relax and calm down so I’m not a basket case when the dentist is trying to work on my mouth. Well, everything went well and the dentist said that should take care of any pain. That night (Saturday) there were no problems and I was so relieved. Sunday afternoon it hit me again only, I swear, a 100 times worse. I was crying and screaming. It felt like a huge electrical shock was going through my gums and that I was chewing on big wads of tin foil. Of course it was Sunday so I had to call the emergency office number to try to get my dentist to call in some type of pain medicine. Wouldn’t you know it, the office system didn’t work and it kept hanging up on me. By this time I was practically delirious. I scanned the phone book and found my dentists home number and called. He was thankfully home and apologized for the office phone not working. He was angry at the new service they were using and said he was going to “raise hell” with them on Monday. He told me several times he was glad I called him and that he had no problem calling me in something. Mark went to the pharmacy and picked up my RX’s and came home. I took the pain meds (Vicodin) and it immediately took the pain away…ahhhh relief. I felt so good for about the first 30 minutes, then the side effects kicked into high gear and I was dizzy, nauseous, and just not feeling myself. If it’s not one thing it’s another. I absolutely hated taking the Vicodin but it was the ONLY thing that made the pain manageable. Needless to say, I slept a lot since it was the only way to not feel sick and dizzy. Thank God for Mark. He had the weekend off from playing with the band and he was there to baby me and to take care of Collin. I got another emergency appointment on Monday where they redid the root canal, found a nerve that he didn’t see before (gee thanks!) and prescribed me another medicine to help with any pain and swelling, etc. BUT…here’s the embarrassing part…. before I sat down in the dentist chair I told the assistant that I wasn’t feeling good because of the Vicodin I had taken all night. She hooked me up with a SUPER LOW level of Nitrous. Since I wasn’t feeling it too much I asked if I could have a tiny bit more. She must have really jacked that dial up because I was so far gone it wasn’t even funny. I was seeing only white and could hardly stay conscious. I couldn’t even talk to tell them to turn it down. The dentist did his work and then asked her to give me X-rays. I couldn’t even get out of the chair. Finally I had inhaled enough oxygen to at least walk to the X-ray chair and sit back down. She gets the films in my mouth and I start to tell her I feel sick. She runs to get a trash can but I can’t hold it. Right there in the X-ray chair I throw up. Twice. It was so embarrassing but yet in a way I didn’t care. I was still so out of it. I was crying and she was trying to comfort me. The dentist said we should hold off on the gas – good idea! Guess it was just the combination of the pills and nitrous and not having anything in my stomach. They finished up and sent me on my way. I waited for Mark to come pick me back up (can’t drive while taking Vicodin) and it seemed like it took forever. I threw up twice more while waiting, only I was able to at least make it to the bathroom. Mark’s mom was supposed to be on “stand by” so that when I called to have Mark come pick me up, she could come over and watch Collin. It was 2 degrees out and Collin was napping. When I called to have Mark come and get me, he called his mom and, of course, she wasn’t home. She left. Thanks for nothing. Mark had to wake Collin up and get him dressed, take him out into the cold to come get me. Collin was happy to see me and was worried about me. He would touch my arm and say “Oooww” while grabbing his mouth and looking up at me. Such a sweet boy. We went home and I passed out. I’m still sore today and SO FAR I don’t feel any stabbing pains but I’m waiting to see how today goes. It was over 24 hours the last time before the pain kicked up so I’m PRAYING that it doesn’t happen again. I just want whatever is causing the pain to GO AWAY or get fixed. Like I said in the beginning, I hate dental pain! I do like my dentist though, so at least I’m not terrified of going like I was when I was younger.
I’m off to go take a nap while Collin is taking his. I don't have the will to proof read so I hope this makes sense.
Mark went back to work today and we both miss him.
Until next time,
Hugs, Jennifer & Collin
PS. Prayers and thoughts go out to the victims and the families of the Rhode Island fire over the weekend. My heart hurts for them all.
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