Whew. We have had quite a morning in the Teague family. Everything has calmed down now, but I thought it might make for an interesting post. =)
It all started when Nora accidentally locked herself in the playroom. She loves to run full speed into a room, shut the door, and wait for someone to come find her. If we don’t do this fast enough, she calls for us to let us know that we should be looking for her. I was getting ready to go to a doctor’s appointment when I heard her shut the door and a few moments later start yelling, “Mooooommmmmyyyyyy!”
I played along and was saying, “Nora? Where did she go? Oh, Noooooorraaaaaa!” She was giggling and I could tell she was really excited about the moment I opened the door and “found” her. (It’s always a great moment. Very dramatic but with good closure.)
Since there was only one closed door, I knew she was in the playroom. But when I went to open it, the handle wouldn’t turn. No worries, this happened a few weeks ago when she locked herself in the baby room on accident.
Josh had handled that one, but I thought I knew what to do. I tried using a bent clothes hanger to jimmy the lock open. The whole time, Nora still thought we were playing. “Mommmmyyyyy!”
“Noooooraaaa….are you in the playroom?”
Giggle.
After a few minutes, I could NOT get the handle to turn so I called Josh in. He hadn’t left for work yet, Praise the Lord. He was the one to bust her out of the nursery, so I figured I wasn’t doing it right. The only thing is, he couldn’t get the handle to turn either. Asking Nora to “turn the little button” didn’t yield the desired results either. She had no idea what we were talking about.
At this point, Nora picked up on the fact that we weren’t opening the door. She started whining and saying, “Open! Open!”
By the time we decided to unscrew the handle and take it out, she was getting really upset. But when the handle on her side fell on the floor right in front of her, she lost it. She was crying pretty hard by then and calling for us over and over. She also kept trying to put the door handle back in the opening.
Meanwhile, Josh and I still couldn’t get the door to open. We could now see her through the opening where the handle should have been. I think that made it worse. We just wanted to comfort our little girl. And she clearly wanted out and continued to try to help by sticking the handle back into the cutout opening. This proved to be our saving grace. Josh realized we could study her side of the handle to figure out how to turn the lock. After a few more tries, we finally figured out what to push to make the lock click and loosen.
We opened the door to a very upset, very worried little girl. She calmed down quickly, but it obviously made an impression on her since she kept talking about it. “Mommy. Daddy. Open!” Then grunting noises that I think were supposed to sound like us as we tried to get the door open. I guess we sounded frustrated, too. Followed by fake cries that described how she had been crying. Then, “Daddy. Open.” I heard this story over and over as I hurried to put on our shoes and get us out the door.
That miniature crisis over, we left Daddy at the house (who was now running late for work) and went to Gran’s. I warned my mom that Nora would probably want to tell her what happened. Mom said that she did recount the story to her a few times.
Then it was time for my doctor’s appointment. It was actually at a specialist to get one of my test results checked out. There was a possible concern which I won’t bore you with the details since the doctor said she wasn’t concerned and felt it wouldn’t be a problem. But the point is, since it was a question about my health for the rest of pregnancy and delivery, I didn’t think there would be too much attention given to the baby.
As it turns out, I got to have an ultrasound! The only downer is that I would have made sure Josh could have come if I had known we would get another sneak peek at the baby! Now I’m thinking that any time you go to a prenatal specialist for any reason, they are going to check out the baby’s health, too.
So here’s what I got to see and learn during the ultrasound-
The baby looks great and measurements are on track.
Baby weighs just over 5 pounds.
The baby has HAIR! I got to see it. And with five weeks still to grow.
I got to see a close up of the face and saw the little cheeks and even the tongue.
I got to see the kidneys (or so I was told. I couldn’t make those out) and I got to see the bladder. The bladder was full. =) I know that’s kinda gross, but I thought it was also a sign of how developed the little ones are in there. All we might see is a big belly that squirms sometimes, but hey- there’s a whole person in there! Right down to a functioning bladder.
Plus- Sorry if this is TMI, but I thought it was interesting. The image was pretty clear and I noticed some particles floating around. I asked if that was the sonogram image or if it was actually particles floating in the amniotic fluid. Sure enough, the technician said it was little particles of skin, etc that’s supposed to be there.
1) I was fascinated that I could even see this detail. It must have been a high quality sonogram machine.
2) Ew! I’m so sorry, Baby! I didn’t know you had to swim around in and swallow that stuff. Poor little thing. Don’t worry, when you arrive, you get fresh air.
And here’s a picture. I know it’s fuzzy and hard to tell what’s going on. The baby is facing the camera so you can sort of make out the facial features.
It’s almost time, Baby! We get to meet you soon!
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