Bridget's Blog

jackson bandaid treatment summary

2007-10-31T16:41:00.000-07:00

injury: idiopathic w/ no clear S/Sx, but well-localized to 2nd digit of right hand (proximal phalange), ppr
(note: possible sequellae of immediately prior visual inspection of bumblebee bandaid in pocket of doffed clothing while donning jammies)

Tx: finger secured with bumblebee bandaid. No kiss applied--not deemed necssary at this time (note: reserve option for F/U Tx, should original S/Sx return). Patient immediately exhibits Sx of self-satisfaction and contentment, followed by brief period of apparent confusion/possible consternation. Patient is habitual right hand finger-sucker. Upon tentative oral insertion of left 2nd and 3rd digits, patient again exhibits Sx of self-satisfaction and contentment (now sucking fingers and simultaneously gazing at bumblebee bandaid).

Px: good. If patient sleeps through night w/o episodes of out-freaking in rxn to foreign material unwittingly ingested, S/Sx should prove self-limiting w/ return to all ADL's WNL by morning.

Trevor Sevigny, MS, LAc, Daddy-in-Residence

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Spoons

2007-09-25T13:31:00.001-07:00

Trev and I had been dabbling in the entertaining art of spoon-hanging-on-nose over the past few weeks, but never when JFS had a spoon of his own. Something about that baby skin, and maybe the blueberry-oatmeal-residue made the skill an easy one for JFS to master. Better than Mamma, Dudad and Grammadoo combined.

Swimming Lessons

2007-09-24T15:01:00.001-07:00

Jackson had his second swimming lesson yesterday. It was fun to see the perpetual smile on his blue lips. Alas, though, he has his father's insulation issues. Those lips were very blue.

Good bubbles and lots of kicking. When I asked him if he wanted to go in the Hot Tub, he said no. But then he talked a lot about the Warm Tub. He definitely wanted to go in that. I stood corrected on the proper name of the place.

Went to pick figs today

2007-08-24T15:14:00.000-07:00

Had a fine time walking through ballard on a sunny day. Sigh, I love
motherhood.

2007-08-24T15:13:00.000-07:00

Sleeping peacefully.

2007-08-24T09:00:00.000-07:00

JFS' 2005 Halloween costume ("Jack O'Lantern")

2007-08-24T01:32:00.000-07:00

Celebrating Uncle Patrick's graduation from UW on 6/10/2007.

2007-08-24T01:31:00.001-07:00

104 wks--Happy in the backyard

2007-08-24T01:31:00.000-07:00

104 wks--Spinning inside the puzzle pieces

2007-08-24T01:30:00.000-07:00

96 wks--First boat ride on White Squall

2007-08-24T01:29:00.001-07:00

92 wks at Golden Garden's Park

2007-08-24T01:29:00.000-07:00

JFS' 2006 Halloween costume ("Jack And The Box")

71 wks

2007-08-24T01:28:00.000-07:00

69 wks old at a pumpkin farm

2007-08-24T01:27:00.001-07:00

62 wks old

2007-08-24T01:27:00.000-07:00

62 wks old.

2007-08-24T01:26:00.000-07:00

Jackson on 8/22/06 at Seattle Center. Getting the hang of standing.

JFS turns one

2007-08-24T01:24:00.000-07:00

Jackson plays with his ride on car the day he turns one (6/18/2006)

JFS on the porch

2007-08-24T01:21:00.000-07:00

Jackson, ever the curious one, 52 wks old on 6/20/2006.

Jackson gets the hang of solid sleep

2006-09-22T22:54:00.000-07:00

Found in an email written to a friend on Monday, February 13th, 2006:

Jacks went down at 7:30, woke for the first time at 4:30--instead of his usual 1am and then 4:30.

Motorboat routine

2006-09-22T22:49:00.001-07:00

Found in an email written to a friend on Friday, January 06, 2006: :

[something] made me reassess all our perches for Jack. He's definitely getting more wiggly. And then I think about the hard wood floors. Makes me smile that Trevor has him practicing his TKD rolls already, but I know there is a fall to the floor with the requisite big bump in his future--rolls not withstanding.

Not only is Jacks doing the little motorboat routine, he's spewing roostertails out when the rice cereal goes in. Gotta figure out his next foray into the world of solid foods. Oh, and some of the little bubbles of spit have gone very big bubbles of spit today.

Whispering my heart

2006-09-22T22:49:00.000-07:00

Found in an email sent to a friend on Tuesday, January 03, 2006 11:00 PM:

:)

[. . . ] Ryan is quite the fantabulous kid. So very cute. And I love the way you are with him. Inspires me to be a better mom. Jacks rolled from back to front and around the bend to back again for the first time on the first. Made me so giddy I called my mom and trev's mom and jenny so she could send mark over with the "safe" crib. Jacks is in it now. Oh he is so easy to love. I find myself whispering my heart out to him about how much I love him. What a gift these babies are.

Raspberries

2006-09-22T22:47:00.001-07:00

Found in an email sent to a friend on Sunday, December 18, 2005:

This has been a whirlwind year for us. Trevor completed his MSAOM in Dec 2003, and spent the 2004-2005 school year working as a resident at Bastyr's clinic in Wallingford--treating folks and teaching students the finer points of clinical treatment. Before he even graduated he was working as a TA on campus, and still does that--though thankfully he's done with the residency. We moved to Ballard in April, had a little boy in June and I headed back to work in September (see attached for a picture of Jacks). Trevor's schedule lets him stay home with the little guy three days a week--at least until his practice gets bigger. Today Jackson's is six months old.

Thankful for the opportunity to work from home occasionally because I find myself in love with Jacks. He's a busy little thing blowing raspberries all the time now (I'm sure a tooth is coming).

Dreaming of when I'll make it back on a soccer field. But finding myself quite tuckered out by the end of the day. When oh when will my boy sleep through the night?

Fingers and Peekaboo

2006-09-22T22:47:00.000-07:00

Found in an email sent to a friend on Saturday, December 17, 2005 9:43 PM:

Yes yes. You are due for a baby fix, and I've got just the drug for that. He's been doing that finger thing for a few weeks now. Won't take a bink anymore (instead it's the fingers, or the perinneal favorite--mom; and of course there are times when he won't take the former). He's been drooling tons, but no teeth yet. Lotsa raspberries. And the giggles are out in full bore now. Loves peekaboo. And he doesn't seem to tire of it (well, I tired of it first). And he's been enjoying walks outside when everyone's christmas lights are on. He's got some on his stroller for comparison's sake.

Kissing babies

2006-09-22T22:36:00.000-07:00

Found in an email sent to a friend on Sunday, October 16, 2005 10:43 PM:

[We're] still swaddling because he likes being all snug at night (of course he  doesn't realize he likes it, but really, he does :)

. . . Sometimes I  catch myself just looking at him sleeping in my arms, realizing that I  should be sleeping, too, or that he should be getting used to sleeping  in his crib.  Then I remember that he's my little boy, and all too soon he'll be too big for that, so I gaze at him for another half hour or so.

I remember my friends handing the book ["Happiest Baby on the Block"] to me and saying "required  reading."  Just tonight Trev used the essess with our fussy boy (on his  side, jiggled, binked--went right out).  He came down stairs and said  "huh, it still works."  Though we'd forgotten about the "recipe" for a  while.  And every now and again when Jacks is past his limit we'll  remember and try and there it works.

I find kissing babies very  satisfying.

Sleeping

2006-09-22T22:35:00.000-07:00

Found in an email sent to a friend on Wednesday, October 12, 2005 7:22 PM:

. . . I took your message to heart and shortly thereafter started putting him in his crib. And boy, I was still waking up, but what little sleep I got was a lot better sleep. And Jacks was sleeping really well (6-7 hr straight for a week or so) until I started back to work and he started daycare (2x/ week). Now no more than 4 hrs in a stretch. Oy. Current MO has him in bed about this time of night (7:15), and all three of us getting up every day (weekends included) at 7am. Only allowed to feed in bed if he wakes up close to 6am (ok, sometimes 5am). Hoping he soon remembers the 6-7 hr stints and remembers how much we all liked them :)

Ok, off to put him to bed. Send me some pictures and I'll give you access to ours.

Fondly,
Bridget

[old text of email never sent follows]

But but but . . . .

He's so cute and cuddly and it's so much easier to sleep while he's eating if I'm in my bed. I think I understand what you're saying, though. He has a hard time getting to sleep unless he's in someone's arms. I've got a couple sleep books that I hope to get to, now, though, I find myself focusing on getting some breastfeeding questions answered.

Retelling Jacks' arrival

2006-09-22T22:33:00.000-07:00

Found in an email sent to a friend on Tuesday, October 04, 2005 02:27 PM:

Ah, his arrival. Since working with these photos, I'm realizing how much he has grown. Oh boy oh boy oh boy.

I was scheduled for a cesarian on 7/6/05 (looked for 4:32:10 but the doc said "No, 9AM"). Saw her colleague on 6/17 and asked if I could head to Yakima the next day to visit Trev's gramma who had been fretting about my pregnancy. We wanted to show her I was in good health. Plan was to go to the solstice parade (sit in a chair after being deposited by friends--no more than 10 yards of walking). Jenny Hannibal was to pick me up at [our house at ] 8:30. My alarm was set for 7:10. I woke at 7 realizing things weren't quite normal "down there". At first I thought my bladder had burst. But nooooo, it was my body saying we were going to have a baby. Not one contraction that I could feel (good thing as they didn't want me to labor for fear of a ruptured uterus due to surgery one year prior). So we went to the hospital. There were no bags packed. New baby clothes still unwashed. But the baby was coming.

The divine force was evident in several ways:

1) had Jacks come as scheduled, Trev would have gotten Jacks' birthday off of work, and two days after his birthday off, but not much other time than that as all the faculty at the clinic were in China and there was no one available to cover Trevor's shifts. But the clinic was closed from June 20-25th for spring break, so no shifts to cover. Trev got to be home with us for more than a week--woo hoo.

2) my mom had plans to attend my uncle's retirement from the airforce party (3* General), but it was scheduled for the end of June (29th). She kept asking me when the kid was coming and I kept saying the obvious "no later than July 6th, but really whenever it wants." She didn't want to miss "Cricket's" arrival, but didn't want to miss the party. With Jacks' early arrival, she got to be in our room as trev carried him from the operating room (drove rather fast from bellingham), and she got to help out and bond with the babe before her trip. Enjoyed her trip much more for not being worried about missing anything, and got to show off pictures of her newest grandchild.

3) A friend in TX, Tory, had spent a week on the road moving her dear friend and autistic godson--whom she saw most every day--from TX to CA. Then she flew to seattle where she was going to hang out while her husband attended a conference. We hadn't seen these folks in years (in fact, I met them in person for the first time on this trip). She was terribly sad at the move of her godson because she had been a major caregiver for him and she now had this hole (had been a trained nanny in a previous life). Pretty much made her want to mope in the hotel all day. Instead, she came and hung out with us while her guy was at the wine maker's convention and fell in love with Jacks nicely giving her a little one to shower love on and to help her over the new distance from her godson. Her husband arrived on the 19th, she arrived on the 20th. And she rocked as a nanny. Pilled the cat for us, cooked food. Watched Jacks while trev gave me acupuncture and massage.

4) Had we actually been on the road to Yakima when I went into labor, things would have gotten complicated, especially as I needed to have a cesarian to mitigate risks to both me and the kid.

5) At 36.5 weeks gestation, he was perfectly ready to come into the world (and we KNOW when he was conceived. . . .). APGAR was 9 at one minute. Latched on perfectly as soon as we got back to the room. Ok, his sleep has been erratic, but my recovery from the cesarian was so much easier than I expected. One year prior I had a fibroid removed and my doctor told me the recovery from the cesarian would be similar to my recovery from the myomectomy--heck, it was half as long, if that. I felt great quite soon after--good energy and the like. Took him camping at 6 weeks and went hiking (4 miles) with our niece and nephew in from TX (and aunts and uncles and trev's parents). And Jacks and I did really well. So the 8 weeks off for disability wasn't so much for recovery as it was for getting to know Jacks. And he is the coolest little thing.

So, Jacks was deposited in our lives with some divine inspiration. I am so thankful for him.

Jacks' First Movie (tagging along on as we celebrated our anniversary)

2006-09-22T22:27:00.000-07:00

Found in an email sent to a friend on Monday, September 12, 2005 5:37 PM:

Sure did. Went to march of the emperors at the Guild 45th. Tried for the crying room, but it had been taken (first come . . . ) so had a contingency plan to leave in a hurry if he squaked. He was awesome. Had a fine time.

Longfellow's "The Witching Hour"

2006-09-22T22:14:00.000-07:00

Found in an email sent to a friend on Wednesday, July 20, 2005 8:37 PM:

[. . . ] I looked up the Longfellow poem. Ahem:

Between the dark and the daylight,

When the night is beginning to lower,

Comes a pause in the day's occupations,

That is known as the Children's Hour.

I hear in the chamber above me

The patter of little feet,

The sound of a door that is opened,

And voices soft and sweet.

From my study I see in the lamplight,

Descending the broad hall stair,

Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra,

And Edith with golden hair.

A whisper, and then a silence:

Yet I know by their merry eyes

They are plotting and planning together

To take me by surprise.

A sudden rush from the stairway,

A sudden raid from the hall!

By three doors left unguarded

They enter my castle wall!

They climb up into my turret

O'er the arms and back of my chair;

If I try to escape, they surround me;

They seem to be everywhere.

They almost devour me with kisses,

Their arms about me entwine,

Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen

In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!

Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti,

Because you have scaled the wall,

Such an old mustache as I am

Is not a match for you all!

I have you fast in my fortress,

And will not let you depart,

But put you down into the dungeon

In the round-tower of my heart.

And there will I keep you forever,

Yes, forever and a day,

Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,

And moulder in dust away!

My fifth grade teacher had us memorize that. I sure liked her.

Sharing News

2006-09-22T22:11:00.000-07:00

Found in an email sent to a friend on Wednesday, June 22, 2005 11:41 PM:

[. . . ] I keep hoping Trev will send a message out on our latest addition (I love reading what he writes), but as he hasn't yet I'll give you the scoop.  Our little one, called "Cricket" up until we figured a name, joined us a  few weeks early (due July 13th, scheduled c-section July 6th, water  broke June 18th).  Happy, healthy and vocal little boy.  Now named  Jackson Finch Sevigny.  6 lb 13 oz.  19 in long.  Dark blue eyes (will see what they become), and golden brown hair.  beautiful sideburns and the skills to make a mother melt already.  Has already worked his wiles on Anna.  She's smitten :)  Trev is awesome at this daddy thing.  So glad to have him as my partner in parenting.

First "Date Night" since Jacks' arrival

2006-09-22T22:09:00.000-07:00

Found in an email sent to a friend on Tuesday, July 05, 2005 10:55 PM:

Ok, call us crazy, but we went to the movies tonight. Saw Jacks' pediatrician today and she was appreciatively amazed by what a good little guy he is (already gained a pound, and grown an inch). Said we should start with the bottle feeding once a week to get him used to it. My mom had offered to give us an hour or so to go have some us time, but with a bottle in hand she said we could go to a movie. So she initiatied him to his first bottle of mother's milk (I was pumping just before we headed out the door :) So we're just back, he's been fed again (sans bottle this time) and happily content on Trev's lap. We feel pretty lucky. (Though when Luke and Lea were born to Padme, I was aching to have Jack in my arms).

Sharing News

2006-09-22T22:06:00.000-07:00

Found in an email sent to a friend on Friday, June 24, 2005 6:20 AM:

I've been thinking about you these past few months as my belly grew bigger and bigger and bigger. Imagining you in the same boat, with your little GIRL. She's got to be due any day now, or is she here already? Please send news.

On this side, the belly now deflates as the kid came early. I was due July 13th, but my water broke on June 18th and we were met with a little guy who is just perfect! 6 lb, 13 oz, 19 in long. He's six days old today (six days!) and if our scale is calibrated right, he has gained back most of his birth weight. We had a heck of a time naming him, but the short list got much shorter just by meeting him (half went away because we couldn't name a boy "Evelyn" or "Emma" or "Coco" or "Apple"). Then, before heading out of the hospital on Monday night, we settled on Jackson Finch Sevigny. I'm sending along our first family portrait.

 

2006-09-22T20:38:00.000-07:00

Jackson takes a bath and looks squeaky clean!