THIS PAGE IS ALL ABOUT THE ONE AND ONLY: PHILLIP!
Some of Phillip's favorite things: Some of his LEAST favorite things:
~the color red
~singing just about any song he's heard on any movie that he's ever watched ~banana's ~handy dandy notebooks ~Lacey - his service dog ~pizza ~chicken nuggets ~his Meme ~swimming ~watching Blues Clues, Barney, Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, Max and Ruby, The Wonder Pets ~Disney World ~Nutty buddy ice cream cones ~Mary Poppins (the movie) ~books with any of the afore mentioned characters ~riding 4-wheelers ~roller coasters and just about any other ride ~his sisters ~Mrs Erin, Mrs Tamra, Mrs Rebecca ~Little Critter's book : "When I Get Bigger" ~the computer ~iPods, iPads, Kindle Fire ~YouTube ~his Uncle Scott ~his cousins ~popcorn shrimp |
*shots
*IV's *EEG glue *being still *people leaving from wherever he is staying *tasting new foods *the battery on his Kindle going dead *taking medicine *sleeping alone *passing the house on the bus - on his way to school *going to bed alone *waiting on his kindle to charge *not being able to ride a regular bike *running out of pizza *having NO wi-fi |
About a boy...
Phillip was born on a cold, cold day in 2001. His birth was planned to the minute - but he had plans of his own (and he always has since). I was scheduled for a c-section in the early afternoon but EARLY that morning I started having steady contractions... impatient little fellow. My Mom and Dad took me to the same hospital that I was born in, and I was checked in and hooked to monitors to watch my contractions and how Phillip was responding to them. My Dad (God rest his soul) took great pleasure in watching the numbers on the monitor go up whenever I had a contraction.... Yes, I wanted to hurt him. Haha.
And there I laid - for hours... contracting for a natural birth that was not meant to be. Poor little Phillip was pushed into a birth canal that he couldn't possibly fit thru and when the time for the c-section finally came - he was bruised across his nose and covered in pressure spots. Other than that, the Dr pronounced him perfectly healthy and he was given 10 and 9 on his APGAR's. The 'trouble' actually began soon after but we were not aware that it was an issue at the time.
My beautiful six pound baby boy couldn't nurse properly. They said it was due to the drugs I was given during my c-section. Then it was because he hadn't learned properly to begin with... it was actually not that at all. But we continued - I was determined to give him the best... but at 2 months old he had only gained a little over a pound. Milk poured out of his mouth when he nursed, he had constant belly aches, and he cried more during feedings than anything... The pediatrician (idiot!) said "Lets try another month" I said "No, I don't think so... I think we should probably switch to formula" and so we did. By 4 months he had doubled his birth weight and then some. :) He was a chunky monkey! He still always had milk pouring from the corners of his mouth when he was given a bottle - but he was so much happier and didn't cry during feedings and the tummy aches virtually disappeared! Hooray!!
As time passed and my nephew was born and started to develop (he and Phillip are 2 months apart) I couldn't help but compare (though you NEVER should!).... but the differences were remarkable. Evan was rolling over, holding his head up quite a bit, no milk poured from his mouth, and he didnt sleep as much as Phillip... Questions entered my head but the Dr said "All babies develop in their own time." At 6 months my Dad had dubbed him "Floppy" because his little head still just wobbled and 'flopped' without much sturdiness at all. ((RED FLAG?? - Noo the Dr said... "give him time"))
At 8 months after a long trip - I brought him into the house and notices his eyes were funny. They were looking to the right and I mean WAAAY right - like he was trying to look into the back of his own head. I call his new pediatrician. She says "Is he responding to your voice, or smiling? Is he breathing ok? Moving around ok?" I answer yes to all - he was smiling when I clapped my hands and talking to him, he wasn't blue or anything - he just couln't look at me.... She said "If he does it again, take him to the ER." Uuummm... ok? This was actually the first time I actually saw him have a seizure but I had no idea thats what it was. He went to sleep and it was forgotten.... until September 12, 2001..... stay tuned for 'the rest of the story'......
And there I laid - for hours... contracting for a natural birth that was not meant to be. Poor little Phillip was pushed into a birth canal that he couldn't possibly fit thru and when the time for the c-section finally came - he was bruised across his nose and covered in pressure spots. Other than that, the Dr pronounced him perfectly healthy and he was given 10 and 9 on his APGAR's. The 'trouble' actually began soon after but we were not aware that it was an issue at the time.
My beautiful six pound baby boy couldn't nurse properly. They said it was due to the drugs I was given during my c-section. Then it was because he hadn't learned properly to begin with... it was actually not that at all. But we continued - I was determined to give him the best... but at 2 months old he had only gained a little over a pound. Milk poured out of his mouth when he nursed, he had constant belly aches, and he cried more during feedings than anything... The pediatrician (idiot!) said "Lets try another month" I said "No, I don't think so... I think we should probably switch to formula" and so we did. By 4 months he had doubled his birth weight and then some. :) He was a chunky monkey! He still always had milk pouring from the corners of his mouth when he was given a bottle - but he was so much happier and didn't cry during feedings and the tummy aches virtually disappeared! Hooray!!
As time passed and my nephew was born and started to develop (he and Phillip are 2 months apart) I couldn't help but compare (though you NEVER should!).... but the differences were remarkable. Evan was rolling over, holding his head up quite a bit, no milk poured from his mouth, and he didnt sleep as much as Phillip... Questions entered my head but the Dr said "All babies develop in their own time." At 6 months my Dad had dubbed him "Floppy" because his little head still just wobbled and 'flopped' without much sturdiness at all. ((RED FLAG?? - Noo the Dr said... "give him time"))
At 8 months after a long trip - I brought him into the house and notices his eyes were funny. They were looking to the right and I mean WAAAY right - like he was trying to look into the back of his own head. I call his new pediatrician. She says "Is he responding to your voice, or smiling? Is he breathing ok? Moving around ok?" I answer yes to all - he was smiling when I clapped my hands and talking to him, he wasn't blue or anything - he just couln't look at me.... She said "If he does it again, take him to the ER." Uuummm... ok? This was actually the first time I actually saw him have a seizure but I had no idea thats what it was. He went to sleep and it was forgotten.... until September 12, 2001..... stay tuned for 'the rest of the story'......