Talking Toddler Melts Daddy’s Heart

Eudora has undergone quite a few milestones this month.  She’s walking.  She’s climbing.  She’s starting to talk in ways that we can actually understand her.  While my daughter is continuously adorable with making animal noises, she’s exercising some talking toddler skills that are 100% designed to wrap her daddy around her little finger. [Read more…]

Wordless Wednesday – The Art of Spooning




Train Track Tuesday #6

Train Track Tuesday (Cloth Diaper Addicts)

There’s nothing quite as fun as a huge train layout!  You can get most of the elements of this layout (and then some!) at our Amazon Shop!

Biting Toddler Gets Sharp!

I’ve had a headbutting toddler.  I’ve had a hitting toddler.  I’ve never had a biting toddler.  At least, not until now.

Eudora, as sweet and precious as she is, has clearly become a biter.  It kind of shocked me.

For the first biting toddler incident, we were over at a friend’s house.  Eudora and little Sonia were sitting on a blanket together eating berries… and Sonia complained.  Nikki looked surprised and said, “I think Eudora bit her?”  Neither of us were actually sure… but I couldn’t imagine Eudora actually biting someone.

Biting Toddler Gets Sharp! (Cloth Diaper Addicts)I figured out pretty quickly that it was entirely possible that Eudora had bitten Sonia.  Actually, it was pretty probable.  When I was changing her, she got annoyed and bit my arm.  I was not a happy camper.  I’m raising a baby girl, not a baby piranha.  I yelled ouch, and she didn’t let go.  I had tooth marks on my arm.  Since then, we’ve had other incidents where Eudora tried to bite me, and they were always out of frustration.

There was only one time that she bit when I thought it was kind of justified: she bit Norton after he hit her.  I had to pry her little teeth off of his arm… and then I had two wailing children on the couch.  (Okay, so I wasn’t thrilled that she bit him… but considering how much he beats her up, I can’t blame her for retaliating.)

Since then, I’ve had some success with getting her to stop biting.  But it’s minimal, and it’s only when she tries to bite me: I can tell when she’s trying to bite on the changing table.  If I tell her “no bite,” she stops.  The only downside is that I’ve told her “no bite” when she’s tried to plant random kisses on me.  I hate missing out on crazy baby girl kisses because I don’t want to get bitten.

Have you ever dealt with a biting toddler in your family?  How did you handle it?

Pediatric Biopsy Results Are In!

A week ago, Eudora had a suspected dermoid cyst removed.  She survived it like a champ.  Even better, she never once messed with her incision or picked at her stitches.  She just left it alone and didn’t seem to be even slightly bothered by it.  Of course, while we’ve been home and watching her heal, there’s been a lump removed from my baby’s head awaiting a pediatric biopsy.

Pediatric Biopsy Results are In! (Cloth Diaper Addicts)

Eudora’s cyst. I apologize for the blurry quality. The surgeon took a picture before sending it off for biopsy so that he could discuss it with us.

We went to the surgeon and had Eudora’s stitches removed.  He kindly showed me a picture of the lump that they’d removed and then gave me the pediatric biopsy results: it was, in fact, a dermoid cyst.  Just as we’d thought.

However, it was a very good thing that it was removed when it was.  The little, innocuous, small pea sized lump above her eye was a little like an iceberg: there was much more lurking under the surface.  It turned out to be roughly the size of a hazelnut.  Not only that, but it was so deep that it was actually right against my baby girl’s skull.

Then, of course, there’s the scarring.  Eudora had three tiny little stitches across the incision.  It’s hardly visible.  I can’t complain about that!  All in all, everything went perfectly well, and my precious Eudora is as perfect and sweet as ever.  My darling husband, who had been extremely worried, walked out of the specialist’s office looking fifty pounds lighter.  There was a spring to his step that hadn’t been there since all of this began.

Did you ever experience a pediatric biopsy with your child?  How did your family cope?

Pediatric Surgery, Over and Done

I’ve been a bit stressed about Eudora’s scheduled pediatric surgery.  Yesterday we took her into the hospital and had a suspected dermoid cyst excised and sent for biopsy.  It was an adventure, to say the least.

The first stumbling block was something that we carefully considered: Eudora had to fast.  Because her pediatric surgery included going under general anesthetic, she couldn’t have anything to eat or drink.  No food after midnight but clear fluids were okay… until 5:45 A.M.  Yeah, right.  The plan was to essentially starve our daughter.  Sure, the husband and I both knew that it was done so that there would be reduced odds of choking on her own vomit while she was under anesthesia… but we’re grown ups.  Eudora is a baby.  When she’s exceptionally hungry, she complains rather noisily.  To make it easier on all of us, I let Eudora sleep until it was time to get ready to go to the hospital.

The second stumbling block was the husband’s anxiety.  Sure, I wasn’t particularly thrilled with her going under general anesthesia.  It made me rather nervous and uncomfortable.  I worried.  But I couldn’t lean on my husband for support.  I needed to do my best to reassure him.

Still, we dealt with it.  Eudora was sweet and happy and charming for the first little while.  She did, however, get impatient when we were waiting at patient admission.  That took far longer than usual.  When we went up to day surgery (which is where procedures that require general anesthetic and have a same day release are scheduled), was sweet and charming.  Right away, we changed her into a little tiny hospital gown.  You could see her Plum Pie Best Bottom diaper peeking out when she tried to crawl away on the gurneys.  That tiny little hospital gown was just about the saddest thing that I’d ever seen.  Sure, Eudora was only in it for pediatric surgery that would have her in the hospital for a few hours… but the knowledge that other children actually needed them for far longer than that was just so, so awful.

Then came the fun stuff: they needed to take her stats.  The nurse tried a few different methods of using the pulse oximeter on Eudora: her toes, her fingers, and no dice.  Eudora screamed and fought, and was too cold and too tiny to actually get a reading.  The nurse started trying other attachments to measure her O2 and heartrate.  Some were flexible loops that seemed to be made of silicone.  Either way, Eudora screamed and hated it.  When we were finally done with that part, she started smiling at the nurses and waving.  Apparently, the princess was done: she started telling them “bye bye!”  It was cute and precious… and it just broke my heart.  My daughter was doing her best to communicate that she was ready to go home, and I had to ignore what she was telling me.

Then it was back out to the waiting room.  She was fussy.  She was hungry.  She was getting tired.  She was throwing her stuffies.  The only thing that kept her entertained was when she snatched both my and my husband’s iPhones.  (Fortunately, we had Lifeproof cases on them, so they were safe from her drooling and eventual dropping.)  By the time we went back to the “it’s almost time for pediatric surgery” spot, she was just miserable.  She bit me.  I actually warned the nurse who took her back for her surgery to be careful of my little biter.

Then they took her away.  I walked away in a hurry so that my husband wouldn’t see me tear up a bit.  He was having a hard enough time; the last thing that he needed was to try to console me.  Then it was time to wait.

It was forever.  At least, it felt that way.  We were told by her specialist that this particular pediatric surgery would only take fifteen minutes.  At the thirty minute mark, I went back to the nurse’s station to ask them what was going on.  I had expected to get my baby back by that time.  That was when they explained that just because the surgery only took fifteen minutes didn’t mean she’d only be in the operating room for fifteen minutes.  It would be more like an hour.  And then they’d keep her in recovery without us for a bit since she’d still be under anesthesia.

I went to grab something from the cafeteria while the husband waited in the hall.  While I was gone, he went back in to be with her.  (Only one of us was allowed to be with her in recovery at a time.)  He sent me the most heartbreaking picture of our baby girl.

Pediatric Surgery, Over and Done (Cloth Diaper Addicts)She woke up while I was at my own specialist appointment across the street.  When Sleeping Beauty woke up from her medically induced sleep, it wasn’t so sweet.  Eudora was not happy.  She was hungry.  She had a painful pokey thing (also known as an IV) stuck in her hand.  Fortunately, she didn’t have to stay in recovery for long.  They took her stats once more and then released her.

When we got home, it was feeding time.  She feasted on a light but plentiful snack of Cheerios and water.  (I was warned to keep it light because she’d probably throw it back up.)  No barfing, but still quite a bit of swelling.  And this morning, that eye is practically swollen shut.

Did you ever have a pediatric surgery session for your children?  How did it go?

Update: It’s been nearly a year, and her cyst was just a cyst.  She’s beautiful and perfect… and doesn’t even have a scar. ~ May 7, 2014.

Dermoid Cyst and Facing Surgery

Eudora is perfect.  She’s beautiful and sweet.  She’s such a happy and affectionate baby.  I’ve never had a child that wanted my snuggles as much as she.  For all of her perfection, she also has what appears to be a dermoid cyst.

What’s a Dermoid Cyst?

The best way to explain a dermoid cyst is that it’s a few cells that ended up in “the wrong place” during fetal development.  They generally end up on the head or collar bone.  A dermoid cyst is not cancerous.  Typically, they are sebacious cells and may contain puss or even hair.  Very rarely (as in extremely rare), it may even contain a tooth.  It’s generally something to observe, but not something to worry about removing until the child grows older.

Dermoid Cyst and Facing Surgery (Cloth Diaper Addicts)So why is Eudora’s dermoid cyst being removed now, at the tender age of fourteen months?  Simply put, because it’s growing.  After our first consult with Dr. K, we ended up calling him for a repeat visit because of the changes we’d noticed.  Sometimes there is risk of the dermoid cyst growing under the skull if left unchecked.  The game plan now is to have the dermoid cyst removed and then biopsied to be sure that it actually is a dermoid cyst.

This means, of course, that I’m uneasy.  I ended up having Heather over at The Parenting Patch do some quick research for me because my head was just not in the right place to go over statistics.  I was concerned about the fact that Eudora will have to go under general anesthesia to have this removed.  It was concerning to me because I’d done some reading that indicated a correlation between increased learning disabilities and early exposure to general anesthetic.  (Heather found better stats that indicated that this was only a concern with repeat exposure.)

Still, I’m not exactly thrilled that she has a dermoid cyst at all, let alone that it has to be removed.

Have you ever dealt with a dermoid cyst on your child?


Young Love (Mostly Wordless Wednesday)

Eudora and her “betrothed,” Huan.  Do you think any of these will be cute at their wedding reception?

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Best Friends (Mostly Wordless Wednesday)


T'akaya ends up with baby toys on her head and doesn't even complain.

T’akaya ends up with baby toys on her head and doesn’t even complain.

Eudora climbs up!  (I'd think the dog minded more if not for the fact that she jumped up on the couch to be near Eudora in the first place.)

Eudora climbs up! (I’d think the dog minded more if not for the fact that she jumped up on the couch to be near Eudora in the first place.)





Wordless Wednesday – Construction Girl

Eudora had a great time playing with her big brother’s bulldozer at Grandma and Grumpy’s!