It's a Boy

It's our 19 week checkup and we got to find out the sex, a boy! We're both very excited; Michele even said as soon as she laid down on the exam table she thought it would be a boy.

The radiologist did a very thorough job scanning all around the baby making sure everything looked healthy. Michele's first question was if the heart had four chambers. Working in the NICU, she's feared it would end up like one of her babies.

But, all four chambers were there and pumping away just fine (156 bpm). Both sides of the brain were there, properly separated. No sign of a cleft lip, the arm and leg bones looked good, the spine looked good. The bladder was full (kidney's are working), the stomach is full (it can swallow). He's 13oz (normal is about 10oz, so he's starting off strong) and 6 inches crown to rump. It has ten fingers and toes.

The RN zoomed in on the bottoms of the feet and we could see it wiggling and kicking around with its cute little toes. His hands were up by his head most of the time. He even yawned once at the very end, opened his little mouth and closed it slowly.


This kid is going to have its parents and grand-parents wrapped around its tiny little finger. Sheesh.

Circle of Life

This last week Michele and I flew up to Port Townsend. My grandmother (maternal) was pretty sick. We were planning to go up there in January for her 91st birthday, but my mom called up last Monday and said she was doing pretty badly.

She's had dementia and been in pain for a few years now and a few weeks ago, her thumb got infected with MRSA. The strong antibiotics they give for that caused her to lose her appetite and she just got too weak to recover well.

Monday they put her on hospice and tried to make her comfortable. We changed our tickets to fly up there Wednesday evening. But, that morning Mom called to say she was doing very poorly so we just went to the airport to catch an earlier flight. I spoke with her during that call and told her how much I loved her and missed her and how I enjoyed staying at the beach with her when I was a young child. I know she heard me, but she just wasn't able to answer.

On our way there, Mom called again to say she had just died. Man, that just makes me sad. We got the first flight there and were up there by mid afternoon. We went straight to the nursing home to say our last goodbye's.

She was lying in her bed looking very tiny, but very relaxed. Her brow was free from wrinkles and pain for the first time in years. I'm sure going to miss her.

It was good to up though. We helped my parents pack up her place, throw away some stuff, donate a bunch and keep the important things. The hardest thing we had to do was to put her old cat to sleep.

Mandy was a stray she picked up fifteen years ago or so; she was already three or four years old. Now, she was blind, deaf and couldn't walk that well. Still sweet, but very confused. My mom brushed her and fed her, and one of the best things I've seen done happened; my mom's friend took the cat to the vet for us. That would've been a whole extra load of grief if my mom had had to do that.

My grandmother will be cremated and her ashes will be put next to her husband's ashes. I never knew my grandfather; he died before I was born. But I do know she sure did miss him.

It's Alive

Michele and I went to her first pregnancy checkup (10 weeks) today. Everything is fine and looking good.

We saw the baby moving around quite a bit, wiggling its little hand and feet buds and moving its head around. We got to hear the heartbeat (168 bpm), which was really freakin' amazing.

Needless to say, we're both very happy and even cried a bit. Michele can blame that on hormones, but I don't have any kind of manly excuse.

This scan isn't very good. The NP gave us a print out of the picture; next time I'll have to ask for the original electronic image.

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