Emma's Birthday

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

The "Kitty" Scan

Today, Mommy and Daddy took me to another doctor's office. This time it was for something called a "cat" scan. I looked very hard, but I did not see a kitty. I also did not see a clock, but I kept telling everyone that I did.

Mommy read me a story while we waited and then a lady came and called my name. Mommy stayed in the waiting room, but Daddy went with me. We went into this room with a big circle. Daddy said it was a clock, but I think he might have been wrong. Clocks do not look like this.

A strange lady came and took me from Daddy. I did not like that one bit. Mommy could hear me screaming all the way in the waiting room.

I have a new trick now, I just don't cry. I cry Mama! Or I cry Daddy! Usually this works, but today it didn't. I still was strapped down and put in this scary hole that made noise and had lights. Daddy did keep his hand on my chin, but I wanted him to hug me.

Daddy said that when I cried it wasn't too bad, but when I switched to a scared voice and just said, "Daddy, Daddy, please, please." It made him really sad. But it was just a quick test and then we came back out to Mommy in the waiting room. She gave me some milk and we went home.

We will have the results in a few days and then another doctor's appointment to hear what's going to happen with my adenoids.

Thursday, December 17, 2009


Mommy wanted me to post an update to let you all know that the results of my x-rays came back today. The doctor called and told Mommy that the x-rays were rather blurry - that will teach them to strap me to a chair and take my Mommy away! Despite the poor quality, they could still tell that my adenoids are enlarged. Thanks, Daddy, guess I got those from you!

So, the next step is to have another test done. It's called a CT-Scan and will take place at a different doctor's office. Then, I have to go see a pediatric ear, nose, and throat doctor. Mommy knew him when she worked for Johnson & Johnson and she has promised me he is very nice. I will be the judge of that!

It is not recommended that little kids like me, who are under 2, have their adenoids out unless it is causing a lot of problems. I think that me not being able to eat my cookies because my nose is all stuffed is a lot of problems! But I don't want this thing called "surgery," either, so I guess we'll just have to wait and see what the doctor says.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009


I had a big day yesterday. Mommy took me to see a pediatric allergist so that they could find out why I am losing weight and always stuffy.

The allergist looked in all of my parts - she looked in all of Elmo's parts, too, because I wasn't too sure about the light she wanted to stick in my nose. She asked Mommy all sorts of questions and then she asked me questions, too, because she wanted to hear if my voice sounded nasally. I also got to eat a snack so she could see how I breathe when I eat (not well, the doctor noticed, which might be why I am not eating much lately).

After all of that, a different lady came in and took a marker and marked on my arms. I was starting to get a little suspicious. . . and it turns out I was right to be worried. She took these strange sticks and poked me! Fourteen times! Mommy just sat there and let her do it! I didn't cry, but I gave them both a look.

Then, Mommy and I got to play with more toys until the timer went off and the lady and doctor came back. They looked at my arms and. . . no allergies! Yay, we can keep the puppies and kitty! And I can keep eating my beloved cheese and milk!

The doctor told Mommy that she thinks I have problems with my adenoids. Daddy had problems with his, too, and it can be hereditary. So she sent Mommy and me down to the x-ray lab.

Things hadn't been too bad at this doctor's office until then, but that is when things got really scary. They strapped me into this chair while Mommy held me and then. . . Mommy went away. She left the room while this strange man held against this white board. And they took pictures while I screamed. No one seemed to care that I was very scared and screaming. I was not happy. Mommy came back (she was even crying a bit, proof that I was right to be scared about something) and took me off the chair and gave me a drink of juice and then the man gave me a sticker with a fish on it. I still had the hiccups from crying so hard, so Mommy and the man were very surprised when I said thank you for my sticker without even being asked. Mommy put it on my shirt and we finally got to go home.

I didn't really enjoy the x-ray part but I did like the fact that I got a sticker. And I am not allergic to anything. Although I have heard rumors that I have to go to another doctor to talk about my xrays. Mommy better not leave again. I did not like that.

Oh, and because I was such a good boy, I got to have cookies for dessert tonight. I like to lick the cream out of my cookies and dip them in milk. . . just like Daddy!

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Out and About With "Aya"

I have a friend. Her name is "Aya." Well, her real name is Ava, but that's not how I say it. I say it really, really loudly: "AYA!" Just like that.

I love my Aya.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

A Love Of Cinnamon Totes

Will has always liked food, but as a toddler, his appetite has gone a little more finicky. No longer can I give him the same banana, waffle, sausage every morning. He likes variety now.
One of his favorite meals, sure to gain a big smile, is cinnamon toast. He used to ask for a "wawa" (waffle) when he first got out of bed in the morning. Now, he asks for "totes."

Here is he with his cinnamon "totes."