Finally Something To Smile About

I had my weekly ultrasound with Dr. Joy on Friday, and it was the first appointment that really made us smile since this whole TTTS craziness began because it is finally getting evident that equilibrium between the twins is being achieved. Gabriel weighs 1 pound, 4 ounces, and Zeke isn’t far behind at 1 pound, 3 ounces, and each baby has ample amniotic fluid. In fact, Zeke, who has recently given me a few hardy karate chops, showed off during the ultrasound by flipping around and sticking his butt right in Gabriel’s face. It was amazing to see the former “stuck” twin put on a show now that he actually has some room to play with his brother. Zeke’s bladder, which never showed up on ultrasounds before the surgery (a typical symptom of TTTS), is now easy to spot, as well.

Gabriel’s heart, which had showed signs of distress over the past month, is growing stronger and is beating in more normal rhythms. I had had an echo done a few days before this ultrasound, and the doc scared me by saying that the lining of Gabriel’s heart was thickening a bit. However, he was comparing that to the twins’ original echo, done all the way back on July 16, not the two subsequent echos done since then in Cincy. Dr. Joy explained that it was normal for Gabriel’s heart to have had some thickening due to the quick progression of my TTTS, but that comparing it to the more recent post-surgical data showed that his condition was getting better. That’s what Stephen and I had thought, but it was a huge relief to hear this reassuring news from our trusted doc.

Houston getting wet at Mason's birthday party in July 2008. 

Also, Zeke’s CCAM is getting less and less noticeable on ultrasound. You might be asking yourself, “What the heck is a CCAM?” and “Why haven’t we heard about this before?” Well, it is a condition we found out about while in Cincy — something that is completely random and has absolutely nothing to do with TTTS. In brief, Congenital Cystic Adenomatoid Malformation is a benign tumor that is located on the inside of a fetus’ lung. It doesn’t usually cause a problem for a developing baby, but can sometimes complicate respiratory issues for already at-risk preemies in the NICU. It can grow bigger, get smaller or sometimes even disappear. Apparently, people are born with them all the time and live happy, healthy lives, never to be bothered by their CCAM. (In fact, it only became apparent that Zeke had one because of the detail and clarity of the MRI we had in Cincy.) But other times, they have been linked to respiratory problems and even cancer for some adults. So, our course of action is to have Zeke’s removed by a pediatric surgeon some time between three and six months of life outside of the womb.

I’ve been meaning to tell y’all about this, but I just didn’t want to overwhelm everyone with more potentially tragic news. But we actually feel fortunate about the news for a few reasons: 

  • We’re lucky to have even had an MRI and found out about Zeke’s CCAM;
  • Zeke’s is small and seems to be getting smaller as he grows bigger and stronger in utero;
  • The NICU staff where I’ll be having the twins will now be better prepared to deal with any potential problems the CCAM may cause for Zeke during his first few fragile weeks of life;
  • And we have the opportunity to be proactive and just get rid of the darn thing while Zeke is an infant, avoiding any possible respiratory issues in the future.

Houston playing with the big boys at Mason's 2nd birthday party.

Last but not least on the health news, we finally found a local doctor who is willing to work with us as far as an alternative vaccination schedule goes for Houston. The policy of the practice we had been going to doesn’t even allow discussion on the matter. It’s the American Academy of Pediatrics way or the highway. Sadly, even though we loved the actually pediatrician Houston had been seeing since day one, we left that practice just before Houston’s 12-month appointment and had been trying to find a more reasonable practice in the meantime. Luckily, we finally found an open-minded pediatrician, and Houston (who now weighs 29 pounds!) finally had his one-year check up just last week. Although, Houston’s new doc may disagree with some of our opinions regarding modern vaccination schedules philosophically, he is at least willing to talk over the matter with parents and offer us what we consider a more user-friendly approach.Yep, it felt as if our family was falling apart for a while there, but we are still getting over those hurdles one by one, with last week’s positive news and accomplishments giving us the much-needed dose optimism we have so been craving. Thank God for small (and large) miracles!

And to prove that Houston is handling the major changes to his routine (namely, having a mom on bed rest and many more caregivers than he’s accustomed to) like the tough guy he is, click on the above photo to check him out at a birthday party Granny took him to a few weeks back.

“I’m Exhausted,” Reports Mother of 8-Month Old

Not a shocker to all you other stay-at-home moms out there. He’s just at that stage where he wants to explore and test his independence, yet he cannot walk or crawl. Moreover, he is extremely strong and, my guess is, probably weighs around 23 pounds. Therefore, Mommy has to be there at almost every turn or else Houston will get his grubby paws into something that’s off limits and/or bonk his head on our hard floors. Gramsey promises that his head is durable and that he won’t get brain damage, but I’m still looking into purchasing an activity mat that can cushion his frequent falls.

Houston sporting his cowboy boots in November 2007.

In the meantime, I’m getting very little done around the house, which is a major source of frustration for me, since that is also part of my job. I’m so desperate that Stephen threw out the option of getting a house cleaner to visit every week or two. Ain’t he a sweetie?! We shall see; maybe I’ll have a bit more free time once he can walk, but from everyone tells me, I doubt it. Like I’ve said before, I simply question what planet people are from when they ask me, “Aren’t you bored?”

Houston during his first professional pics in November 2007.

Anyway, you can now view Houston’s first round of professional photos, which were taken back in November 2007. It’s so funny to look at these old photos and see just how much my big, crazy boy has grown since then. It really is amazing!

Busy As a Bee

Houston and Dixie have another play date on February 26, 2008.

Houston has had a lot going on these days. First, he overcame his fear of the wind, which always took his breath away and caused him a little anxiety. So, we began working through the fear during his walks on March 1 and 2. And by his walk on March 3, Houston was completely cured — a very good thing, since it always seems to be gusty in our neck of the woods.
Then on March 6, Houston sat solo in a restaurant high chair for the first time. He loved the new perspective at our favorite Mexican joint and also liked when Daddy let him taste a dab of the guacamole.

Houston self-feeding on February 24, 2008.

The next day, Houston and I spent the entire day at Aunt Meredith’s house, helping her prepare for a baby shower the two of us were throwing that night for our friend, Beth. He enjoyed the change of scenery and had a ball playing with two little boys, who gave life-like performances of various wild animals. Many of the guests were entertained by Houston’s “no” shaking of the head, his hardy chuckle and his all-around spastic nature. Whenever he’s around children, it’s like “wind him up and watch him go!” — very cute to witness.
Yesterday, we headed back over to Meredith’s, so she and her hubby, Greg, could babysit Houston, while Stephen and I went to an evening wedding. This was only the second time Houston had been babysat by anyone other than grandparents, but he handled it like a pro. Greg and Meredith said that once he woke up from his nap and got his bearings straight, he played with his blocks, practiced walking with assistance, tried feeding himself with a spoon and went to bed for the night without a hitch. See, he’s not a momma’s boy!
Today, Houston had another successful Sunday in the church nursery, where he was also introduced to animal crackers and apparently went nuts, covering both himself and the nursery volunteer, Cindy, in the delicious edibles.

Houston playing outside on the deck on March 5, 2008.

We retired the exer-saucer a couple of weeks ago, so all of Houston’s around-the-house play now takes place either on a flat surface (i.e., the floor, the bed, the deck, the yard, the playpen), in the jump-n-go or in his walking wings. He’s quite the independent boy, rolling from point A to B, scooting around on his bum, playing with his toys by himself, talking up a storm, reaching for and actually getting anything he sets his mind to, hanging out with his best play-date pal, Dixie, feeding himself, using his sippy cup, standing up solo, banging on his new drum, making himself heard on our daily walks with the girls in the neighborhood, etc. (You can check out all the late February and early March fun in gallery.) I’m so proud to be his mother and thank God (and Stephen) every day that my job is to take care of my amazing boy, teach him new things and help him to grow into a happy and healthy young man. Being a mom is best the career ever!

Houston walking with the neighborhood posse in early March 2008.

On that note, I will conclude with this cool quote: “I think every boy can be persuaded and led to do what is right by an affectionate and judicious mother.” — Robert E. Lee