So it turns out that the chip, like the old blocks, is nearsighted. This brings the percentage of our household requiring vision correction up to 75% and the percentage of our household that is bespectacled to 50%. Here she is trying on her new frames before they go get prescription lenses.
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As part of the follow-up to the adenoid surgery the little bean had back in December of 2011, she recently got to take part in an all night EEG sleep study. A nice scientist named Ray attached an array of electrodes to her head, chest, face, and legs; put a bright red ET glowy thing on her finger; and then went up her nose with a rubber hose (and also into her mouth) to monitor breathing and brainwave activity during sleep*. I went along to keep her company while Jen and Colin were throwing a giant party back at our house (or something, they both seemed exhausted in the morning so I assume it was a giant party).
* ET and Welcome Back Kotter references are for our older audience members, obviously.
Colin has been breathing pretty heavily for a while and sounding like Darth Baby. We’d talked to the Dr. about it before and decided to give it time to clear up on its own but recently things have gotten somewhat worse for the poor little fella (like waking himself up coughing in the night worse). Turns out, upon visit to our beloved pediatrician Dr. Rafati, that he has an ear infection and maybe a sinus infection. This trip involved a sidetrip to the X-Ray machine (not shown) which turned up lines of mucus in his lungs that looked scary to us but is apparently no big deal. He’s on antibiotics now and, presuming whatever he has is bacterial in origin, should be back up and not yet on his feet again in no time.
So all that might sound pretty grim but Colin, like his sister before him, never lets on exactly how sick he is. This is what our little buddy looked like today while waiting to be examined (and being examined).
Colin’s “check engine” light came on back on the 18th of December. By the 19th, he had goop in his eyes and, though he had no fever, he was very fussy and we were concerned about possible ear infections (see also: Nora’s months of non-functional middle ears). We called the baby mechanic and they gave us an appointment for first thing on the 20th and, while there, we took a couple of pictures. See how sick and miserable and fussy and grumpy he looked? No, us either. We swear he looked horrible both immediately before and immediately after the doctor visit.
On the 23rd of August we went to what we hoped was Jen’s last obstetrician appointment before her due date on the 24th. Here are the pictures we took while killing time waiting for the appointment to start (little did we know how important our waiting and time killing skills would turn out to be).
Nora had been to the dentist before, back in Ann Arbor, but that was mostly just sitting with mommy while mommy got her teeth cleaned. This was Nora’s first real trip to the dentist, and it was a special kids dentist where everything was just the right size for a Nora and where there were fishies and books and toys and prizes.
Back in December, Nora had surgery to clear dried goop out of her middle ears, pierce the eardrum, and insert small silicone tubes to prevent the goop from building back up. The surgery meant general anesthesia (grape flavored) but was otherwise routine. True to form, Nora was an absolute trouper. Before the surgery she had ~30dB hearing loss (in other words, her middle ear was doing none of its normal amplification job). After the surgery, she could hear a cat purring in Kansas during a rainstorm.
Nora’s no stranger to the audiologist’s laboratory or, for that matter, to the phonetician’s laboratory (also here, here and here). But lately she’s been quietly dealing with some mild hearing loss (she’s amazingly good at reading lips). We caught it with our trusty SPL meter and some head-turned whispering of words like `cookie’ and `ice cream’. I’m not going to let myself post the audiograms, but here are some photos Jen took during a recent exam.
(from July 8th)
A couple weeks ago, Kevin and I had eye doctor appointments. Nora was with us for a few minutes, until Grandma came to take her to breakfast. Nora was nervous, because she thought she might get a shot (having recently had just such an experience at the pediatrician’s office) but all was well once she got a ride in the chair:
Also, this picture is from Nora’s 39-month-a-versary.