So sorry for the silence, friends-- things have been very busy in the Blakely house the past few weeks.
The boys both had tubes surgery last week.
The decision came so quickly, I didn't even have time to write about it. We made an appointment with a pediatric ENT after Jack 's 5th pedi appointment for an ear infection this year. Liam has had just as many. Our pediatrician didn't give us the referral, but our insurance doesn't require it, so I went ahead to get a second opinion.
The decision came so quickly, I didn't even have time to write about it. We made an appointment with a pediatric ENT after Jack 's 5th pedi appointment for an ear infection this year. Liam has had just as many. Our pediatrician didn't give us the referral, but our insurance doesn't require it, so I went ahead to get a second opinion.
The doc didn't hesitate to recommend that the boys have the procedure-- I was relieved. The amount of pain they have been in for months at a time must end... additionally, I can't envision handling weekly trips to the doc all fall and winter on my own.
So we headed over to Children's Hospital last week-- an amazing facility, where everyone we came in contact with was kind, helpful and great with kids. I can't say enough good things about our experience there. The boys shared a room where they changed into tiny hospital gowns while we waited for the anesthesiologist. They rode cars up and down the halls with the other kids waiting for similar surgeries. And when it was their turn, they were out of our arms, knocked out, tubes in, awake and back in our arms in 20 minutes each. Easy peasy. I only hope that these will help as much as I hear they do!!
Some pics from the day:
We've had no issues except for a yeast diaper rash on Jack that the doc said was likely due to weakened immune system from the stress of the surgery. We have a follow up appointment next week.
And in the midst of that, I've been preparing for our biggest change-- the time has come.
The house is disaster (even more than usual) as I sort through and pack up 3/4 of the home we've lived in for the past 5 years. It's hard to believe that we're here. One week from tomorrow, the moving truck will pull up in front of this house and carry the boys and I away to our new home.
And in the midst of that, I've been preparing for our biggest change-- the time has come.
The house is disaster (even more than usual) as I sort through and pack up 3/4 of the home we've lived in for the past 5 years. It's hard to believe that we're here. One week from tomorrow, the moving truck will pull up in front of this house and carry the boys and I away to our new home.
It's truly time. While Rob and I continue to be as amicable as we can, living together through the process of a divorce is not for the weak. We're nearing the end of our negotiations (will post an update when there's news to share) and are very close to finalizing things. There's not much left to share in this home.
How do I feel?
So excited about our new place. I have big plans for that little house.
Overwhelmed. There's a lot to do over the next week and beyond.
Hopeful that Rob and I will quickly get into the swing of co-parenting.
Worried that we won't.
Sad that I'm leaving the house I brought my babies home to.
Content that this is the right decision.
Things might be quiet around here a bit longer until we get settled, but know that I'm doing just fine. Some days, better than fine.
My beautiful boys, supportive family and amazing friends have been there every step of the way and are holding my hands through the biggest change of all, the one that I know that in the end, will make us happy.
