Meet Violet!

Let me tell you the story of Miss Violet. Violet was baby B or baby #2. When I was pregnant, she was a mover and a kicker. She was the one I could always feel doing flips. At birth, she weighed one pound and 15.8 ounces and was 12.5 inches long.

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Violet on the day she was born, holding Daddy’s finger.

Poor little Violet had a rough start to her life. She had a placental abruption and her lungs just did not want to cooperate. For two months, she was on and off the ventilator and c-pap machine. It was the beginning of October until she finally was put on vapotherm and was able to stay on it for more than a day or two. But that was not the end of her obstacles, because, you see, she then had to learn to take a bottle. Oh, what fun that was! Our wonderful NICU nurses had warned me for months that bottle/breastfeeding can be the hardest, longest, most frustrating part. How right they were! Violet just could not get the hang of it. Every time we thought she had, she would go right back to having spells of apnea and bradycardia and not eating nearly enough. The doctors were ready to discharge her twice, but she had a different plan. Both times, she started acting up again and had to stay. But the third time was, indeed, the charm. She finally managed to eat enough volume consistently and figured out how to suck, swallow, and breathe at the same time. She got some wonderful accessories to wear home – an apnea monitor and oxygen. Without the oxygen, she just got too tired to eat. After 94 long days in the NICU, Violet arrived home on November 22, 2014.

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One of the times Violet was on the ventilator
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This was Violet’s lovely c-pap mask.
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This was one of the few days Violet was off the vent and the c-pap in the first couple months of her life!
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She survived the ride home!
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Getting to go home is exhausting!
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Just hanging out with Oriana.
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Sister cuddles!

After a couple of months, Violet was finally able to get rid of the oxygen and the apnea monitor. Hallelujah, hallelujah!! The thing about apnea monitors is this: as the baby gets bigger, they do not pick up their breathing properly. So, the horrible, screeching alarm goes off all the time, even when baby is breathing, because the pads don’t fit right or baby wiggled and they moved. By the time we got rid of that thing, I was quite tired of being woken up by that horrible sound and doing a mad dash into the nursery to find that the damn thing just wasn’t working properly. So we finally got rid of all the equipment and the medications, and she really got the hang of the eating thing! Yay!! It has been fairly smooth sailing for Miss V since then. She can sit up by herself. She loves to laugh and squeal. She thinks getting startled is hilarious. She loves to eat off a spoon; sweet potatoes are her favorite! She holds her own bottle. She rolls all over the place, getting into everything. She loves to stand; I think she might just skip crawling and go straight to walking. She is definitely a mama’s girl. She likes me to be where she can reach me. She loves attention and she thinks she deserves the entirety of everyone’s attention. Even if you are not talking to her, she pretends you are and laughs. She can be a bit dramatic and she’s got a touch of that red-headed temper (if you don’t get that girl her food fast enough, a fit is sure to happen). She finally has her first tooth; it was hard work getting that thing through and she was quite unhappy about it. I’m fairly certain she has her daddy’s sense of humor; she thinks that she is rather funny. I’m sure as she gets older, she and Daddy will constantly be playing practical jokes on me. At 11 months old, she now weighs about 16.5 pounds!

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About 5 months old
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About six months old; not too long after getting rid of the oxygen & monitor
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Violet & Oriana now
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“Ummmm…hi?”
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She is the queen of goofy faces
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cmathes10

Mommy to 4 little girls & 2 fur babies. Just trying to survive the crazy. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry, sometimes I need to scream.

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