Fathers

MY dad is fine. All they did was put steri-strips on his ear, which has led me to, somewhat wrongly, tease him a bit about rushing off because of a boo-boo. That, and worry about him falling out of bed AGAIN. It seems he does this at least once a month now. This is the first time he has gotten injured besides bruises however. I guess his being overweight does protect his bones a bit.

However, a facebook post informed me that a friend's dad was killed in a car accident a few days ago. Ouch. My heart immediately ached for him. I don't know this particular friend especially well, but I sent a more personal email message to him, trying not to sound too Dr. Phil-ish but letting him know a little bit...what helped me (for which I actually did say talking with a counsellor...an interesting step in the right direction), that everything he felt was normal.

Oy.

Life.

Precious.

Changed in an instant.

Whoops!

This is what I say in regards to two things that occurred last night. The first is that I forgot to take my seroquel before I got into bed, and then wondered why I wasn't feeling as tired as I should (this came after realizing that I had written five full pages in my journal whereas I usually can't write more than two). So, at 1-something AM, I took my seroquel. That meant that I was still awake enough (almost asleep, but not quite) to hear a rather large thump/thud/something at around 2am. I brushed it off as nothing, mostly because I was tired by that point, and we have been having a lot of snow plows around and maybe it was that, or perhaps it was merely my dad banging into something on his way to get some water (my hope...) or whatever.

Well. I get up this morning and find on several lamps, and the curtains still closed. I think that that's a little bit odd, given that it's actually sunny out, and my dad wouldn't have left THAT early to go volunteer at the food bank. I check the back door to see if his slippers are there, because with all the lamps on and curtains drawn, not to mention the fact that the paper has not been brought in, I've started to get a bit concerned-my dad, after all, is not the youngest person on the block anymore, and if something had happened several hours earlier, I might not have noticed anything. His slippers were where they needed to be for having left the house, so I relax, turn off all the lamps, bring in the paper, open the curtains, and go to make myself some tea-and that's when I see the note.

Turns out the large thud in the middle of the night was him falling out of bed (it happens on a semi-regular basis). Whoops number one. Whoops number two is that he cut his ear while doing so, and because of taking aspirin, has problems clotting. Whoops number three is that after not being able to get it to stop bleeding for an hour or two he went to the emergency room instead of the urgent care center-which I gently chidded him on when phoned an hour or so ago (had he gone to the urgent care center, he likely would have waited less than an hour, whereas it is now going on 8 hours of waiting at the ER-which is no surprise given that my friend with 80/50 blood pressure and a whole whack of pre-existing conditions wasn't seen for 8 hours).

So that is the start to the morning. I'm glad that the thunk only resulted in a cut year and that I didn't walk in to find that my dad had had a heart attack or stroke while I was sleeping.

Now, to finish psychology lectures and lesson plan. Hopefully the website that has the psychology lectures will be up and running properly today as compared to tuesday...

Day 1, 75mg dosage

Yesterday evening, I did up the dosage to approximately 75mg. I say approximately because I combined an old 'half' tablet of 100mg with a 25mg tablet. Well, the absolutely unresistable sleepiness hit a fair amount quicker than it had been hitting with the 50mg. I guess that was somewhat to be expected. And so I fell asleep at approximately 11pm, woke up with alarms at 7:30ish (a perfectly acceptable amount of sleep, even more than most people need) and then proceeded to sleep again until approximately 9am, whereupon my dad reminded me to get up because he had to get to church to set things up for the sunday school class. At that point I was still exhausted and my guess is that had I been left to sleep, I probably would have slept until noon. 

However, I've mostly felt pretty good today energy wise after that point until this evening when I realized that I was getting dehydrated and combined with staring at the computer screen to take notes on a couple of psychology lectures (as a side topic, WOW my psychology professors are trying to cram a LOT into this next midterm exam-4 textbook chapters and a total of NINE online lectures) was the reason that my heart was starting to feel weird along with getting dizzy and having shaking hands. 

So...some degree of productivity today. I will think positive thoughts for that continuing tomorrow even though I must get up at 6:15am! 

Seroquel worries

Considering upping my Seroquel dosage. It's a challenging question to think of. All the medical professionals in my life say "Well, you're not even at a therapeutic dosage, you have some of the stuff that put you on it in the first place going on..." and on and on.

They are right on those two points. 50mg is not a therapeutic dosage. I don't honestly know if Seroquel really ever did anything besides knocking me out in the first place...and sleep is a huge issue for me in terms of my intense need for it. To be honest, it's hard to judge whether things really do work on the brain, especially because it takes quite a bit of time for things to change. This is a stressful time for me, and sometimes I feel like I'm 'checked out'. Like yesterday, when I was babysitting. I was obviously able to care appropriately for the children, and they were absolutely safe, and I was trying to be as engaged as possible, and perhaps I was just tired, but I was upset with myself for not being as 'there' as I wanted to be. And my mind is spinning over a mistake that I made. I got a text later that night saying "Did the kids actually watch Bambi? It was in the player". The answer I sent back was "About 5 minutes total...N (who is 4 years old) found it and asked...hope that was okay". Turns out that he is not allowed to watch it yet. Whoops...I feel horrible, even though it was only 5 minutes. Short attention span, mostly we spent time playing "Larry Boy Super Heros". I honestly had no clue that it wasn't allowed yet, and I'm going to be honest and say that I didn't know he hadn't watched it yet (he sort of acted like he had, calling it by name and what-not) and I also haven't watched it! I think I know the basic story, but I haven't seen it all the way through. Actually, the only part I have seen is about those first five minutes where the animals are helping Bambi learn to walk-which I saw yesterday. Perhaps things would be different, but this was the first time I babysat for these kids, and I naturally don't want to break any rules that the family has or put the kids in any harm whatsoever, even if it comes from a Disney movie! So I'm spinning around on this even though it was an honest, and in this case, harmless incident.

And then I sometimes feel slightly checked out when teaching, and that hurts.

So the question really is this...is upping the Seroquel dosage going to help, or further hinder things? I deal with sometimes near crushing amounts of fatigue, so much so that I feel physically ill even though I've gotten plenty of sleep. I wish there were easy answers, and I really wish that I had answers for my fatigue. Oh, it's not like it was in December of 2011, but some days can be a fair amount like that time-like a good chunk of tuesday. I want to be completely checked in with my life, I want to be giving of myself fully. And I have no idea what's going to help and what's not...

Rough-ish (?) Days (?)

I put this because I've just been feeling a little bit out of whack sometimes, somewhat, the past few days. Just weird emotions at weird times. Like feeling absolutely crippled with anxiety about getting my midterm, which it was SO stupid to be anxious like that because I knew already that I had received an A-actually the 3rd highest mark in the class. My logical brain was getting mad at my emotional brain! Sometimes I really do feel like my brain splits into two parts.

There was stress over the orchestration assignment. Oh my goodness was there stress. I worked just about all of my waking hours on tuesday on it, and battled a stomachache for most of the time as well. Not as bad as the stomachache in December, but that same quality...I had also slept in until around 10:30 that morning, even though I had gone to bed at 11am, so the day did not really start out on the right foot! I really wish I didn't need as much sleep. Anyways, my friend M, who is a composition major spent SO much time with me on the assignment online, it was just amazing. Hopefully...everything worked out okay. I gathered that a lot of my fellow students had stress with the assignment as well...and we are pretty much all really good students. At least my friend A gave us a good laugh, but you really had to be there for it...at least our prof found it amusing as well, and I think he picked up on how we had stress going on, so maybe that will be taken into consideration...This is my fourth course with him, but this is the first time he has taught this particular course, so things are always a little bit rougher. Let's just say that a LOT has been crammed into the classes so far, and a lot of us are feeling like our heads are spinning. I know that a course is more difficult than usual when MY head starts spinning, because that basically doesn't happen. Really, has only happened one other time in University-with this particular professor! He is a good instructor, with an interesting sense of humour, and although strict, very fair...and he proved last year that he has a compassionate side as well. He was one of my professors that I had to defer things with last year, so I do at least know that if anything comes up...and I have the proper documentation...that it will be okay. I really don't want anything to come up, but I know that my body is more fragile than those of most my age, not to mention the stress of waiting on genetic testing.

It's strange also, but I felt more open somehow yesterday. I ended up sharing two of my biggest 'secrets' with people. Typically, in my History of Antisemtism class several of us hard-working gals sit together, and we have gotten to know each other a bit. I felt comfortable enough to share before class that I was feeling stressed waiting for the results of my genetic testing for Mosaic Turner's syndrome. It felt strange to share...but also good. And then, later, when talking with M online after I got home from class, I shared that in high school I had dealt with really severe depression and that I still had to watch to keep things in check. My friend M is actually in his early 30s, about 10 years older than me, and this is his second time around in university. The first time, he failed out because he developed depression and didn't VW from his courses. He is INCREDIBLY smart and hardworking. I have known this for more than a year, and for sometime had been thinking that I should share that I really do understand. And I did. I didn't say just what the severity entailed, but I may at some point. It's almost 5 years since that point but sometimes, it still feels like yesterday. Like today when I realized that the first time I ever watched Dr. Phil was when I was in the hospital...several of us would do so in the afternoons. I imagine we presented a pretty funny picture, several teenagers with severe depression or bipolar disorder and eating disorders watching Dr. Phil while on the Child and Adolescent psychiatric unit!

Today I had my university grad photos taken. Seems also just like yesterday that I was having my high school grad photos taken. Hopefully they turn out okay. It was decently early in the morning after that late class last night, so I hope I don't look too tired. It hurts because I know my mom would have been so excited about them. I guess it comes back to those first two thoughts when the doctors told us in May of 2010 that the 'average length of survival for adenocarcinoma of the small intestine' was 2 years-that my first two thoughts were "My mom won't see grandchildren" and "My mom won't see my university graduation". In the end, it was less than six months from the time they told us "Average of 2 years" until she died. Even after all this time, it still hurts to write the word 'died', but that is how it was. Her body was taken over by a monster. I re-read the pathology reports from her surgery the other day. My mom was not a large woman, only 5'3 and of small to medium build...we knew from the surgery that they only removed some of the cancer yet I'm reading words such as 12 by 8 by 7 cm mass...and there were three such comments made. For reference size, that's like having a 6 inch sub in your abdomen being removed...and they removed more than one such mass, and didn't get all of it. That's the kind of widespread cancer we're talking about, and that is before it moved to her lungs...

It's been VERY cold here the past few days, and it's snowing again today...all my students were late to class tonight, but I would much rather have them late than have anyone get hurt on the way over!!!! The past couple of weeks, it only seems to have gotten warmer to snow again. I guess that we are getting payback for having such a mild winter last year. Which, given how rough it was for me, I'm not exactly complaining about. I am a true prairie girl though, I will survive! But it will be nice when it warms up a little bit and I'm not feeling like an onion every time that I come in from just walking between buildings where I'm peeling off the scarf, the down-filled jacket hood, the hat, the extra thick and puffy mittens, the leg warmers under my jeans, the jacket, the vest underneath, sometimes another sweater...the only thing I refuse to do is wear boots :)

Time to do something productive, anything, even if it's just moving my stereo back upstairs and going to bed...

Cold, cold, cold...and more cold!

That is the weather picture here. Snow, cold, cold, cold, wind, cold, sun (as a teaser, it's even colder when it's sunny...), cold...

The temperature right now is -25. At 2:10pm. It's beautifully sunny. The windchill is well into the -30's. The high for the next few days...mid -20's.

Trying to motivate myself to do things, like cook, and work on an orchestration assignment, practice, lesson plan, laundry...anything...but feeling a complete lack of energy and motivation. It doesn't help that I woke up at about 2am with such severe muscle pains in my abdomen, legs and back that it made me feel ill. Unfortunately, the effects of seroquel were also on me, so it was incredibly difficult to get the heating pad on to help ease things, let alone take a painkiller. I did fall back to sleep, but it was highly painful for some amount of time (I really don't know how long). I had gotten up to go to the washroom and was in so much pain that it took about 3 minutes of leaning against my bed while basically crumpled up in a heap before I could manage to get INTO my bed. Not fun. No pain right now (which I didn't expect-it's hard-hitting when it comes, but generally lasts only a few hours), but I'm kind of tired. I guess pain doesn't really help one sleep very well.

Time to be productive. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can!

A on my midterm :)

FINALLY the marks were posted-just a few minutes ago. I got an A, and the third highest mark in the class! The top mark was an 18.5 out of 20, and I got 17.5. One person got an 18, and then there was me.

So...I'm pretty okay with that! I definitely studied for that exam!!!

That helps a bit, but my brain is entering into the typical emotional state that makes things quite difficult and hard to do. It has been freezing cold here recently and it has been snowing again, and cloudy. I'm cold and feeling unnecessarily sad and my brain doesn't feel like it's working properly. I can't get the inspiration to go out in the cold and pay myself, that's how bad it is.

Maybe some more green tea, because green tea is one of the big answers to many of life's problems.

Waiting

Waiting is not always the easiest thing to do! Right now, I am waiting on three things that I wish I could find out right now. One very minor, one slightly bigger, and one that could potentially change my life.

The minor...waiting to find out whether I will be marking tests tomorrow morning or going to the teacher's brunch.

The slightly bigger...waiting for my professor to post marks for our midterm exams, which she said would be up today. Which either are somehow hidden on the website, or are not up yet (and it is 10:54pm).

The life-changing...well...chromosome analysis takes time.

Waiting. Patience. Time.

Came down with a cold yesterday, although fortunately it wasn't too bad for my teaching-no effect on my voice for singing and what-not. Actually, my morning classes might have been better being cancelled, as we had '9 minutes short of a blizzard' snow-storm, and of my first class, only two students (my set of twins) were there, and one family skyped in. Of the second class, only one was there (thankfully, she is less shy than last year!) and two conference-call skyped in (I don't have the group video chat thing, so it was the 3rd best option). Surprisingly, my six afternoon students were all there, and 5 were on time. And the one who wasn't on time is usually late anyways. I guess having my teaching to distract me helped me forget about the cold coming on, or maybe it just hadn't fully hit yet. I was pretty tired in the evening, went to bed at 10:30, and woke up at 9:30 this morning still exhausted. That's kind of how it's been today. Haven't done very much at all besides get dressed, drink three cups of green tea and eat a bit, watch shows online, listen to music (feeding my Celtic Partita and Mahler addictions) and knit on the prayer shawl I'm working on right now. My to-do list is pretty long right now, but my brain is slightly toast (slightly?) and I'm having unpleasant flashbacks to last December with the exhaustion levels and what-not. It's not quite at that level, but this isn't fun. I'm going to blame my dad for this cold I think as he is the ONLY one I know that has been sick for the appropriate incubation period (it was even slightly too short for my students at only one week-most colds take two weeks to incubate). Besides the fatigue and just that general 'sick' feeling to the body, the cold symptoms really aren't that bad. Basically, I feel as if I were running a low fever but that doesn't seem to be the case. We shall see how this leads...

Personally, I feel as though I have lucked out so far, not having a cold at all during first semester. I don't get the flu shot (even though some medical professionals would probably tell me to) but I have never had the flu unless I had it as a VERY young child-younger than five years old, as I can recall each and every time I missed school, and for what reason (given that it didn't happen that often). This is even when my music friends seem to be dropping like flies from it. Statistically, this does mean that I am less likely to ever get it. Seems that those who get the flu more are more likely to get it...

Dreamed again last night that I was told that I had Mosaic Turner's Syndrome. I just want the results either way now. Waiting is HARD.

Thoughts for the day

Thoughts to remember for January 9th, 2013.

14 hour days at the university are long

I need to sleep a bit more on tuesday nights

Empty practice rooms = excessive joy (almost to the point of dancing in the hallway)

7 minute psychology classes equalling a 30 minute round trip of walking = some frustration

Few hunger cues = difficulty eating

Productivity in the faculty of music library = almost zero (and WHY I never seem to remember this after almost five years there is beyond me)

I officially worry too much about grades (that George Steiner paper I was freaking out about received an A)

My body on 16 hours away from my house seems to officially hate me...spent most of the day either quite thirsty, suffering the results of that thirst, or trying to get my brain to work, forgetting to eat/just not eating which resulted in being somewhat (somewhat?!) shaky/tired during my 3-hour class this evening. Honestly, that ad for that one medication where the door on the women's washroom talks to the teacher...that's about how I felt today. And don't ask me why I was so thirsty with so much water and tea going in, and it wasn't like yesterday was bad. My lips too are really cracked and painful right now. We shall see what tomorrow holds, obviously, if this thirst thing keeps up more than another day or so, I need to get it checked ASAP. Diabetes is one potential risk factor from taking seroquel. Not to mention that if I do have Mosaic Turner's then I am at greater risk for diabetes.

And the last thought for the day...receiving A grades when getting back papers after waiting through a three hour class leads to a huge relaxation from stress, which in turn leads to an almost insane level of exuberance. Normally, at that time of night on the bus, I want to put on Chopin or something like that. Nope, tonight I was listening to the overture to Candide, Mambo from West Side Story, part of Suite Antique by John Rutter, March of the Belgian Paratroopers, the MYC Theme Song, Celtic Partita (that one comes as no surprise however, I think I have listened to it more than 100 times on my ipod alone now)...and not only that, I was texting some of my friends and whatnot, which is also not really typical of me on the bus home at 10pm at night! Now I need to relax and sleep!

Right place at the right time

That definitely explains how this afternoon's events were. My friend N and I were having tea and coffee together at a Tim Hortons downtown when our friend D came in. I guess she had been waiting for the bus outside and had seen us. Well, we immediately knew something was NOT right (besides just having her wisdom teeth out yesterday) and we were correct. She was planning on bussing down to the emergency room because she realized she had taken too many T3's over the past day, which hadn't helped anyways and that she was probably getting really dehydrated. My friend N and I certainly weren't about to let her go bussing down alone! Well, I found out just how crowded emergency rooms can be-even during midday-during flu season. When she was finally triaged (which was about half an hour), N and I were even more glad that we insisted on bussing down with her (although I must say she didn't put up much of a fuss :))...D's blood pressure was only 80/50! That's getting close to shock range, and she was triaged as a 2. 1 is reserved for people who are REALLY in need of immediate attention (heart attack, stroke, etc), and the scale goes all the way up to 5. I sure hope that she got looked at quickly...N and I left after she was triaged and had her bracelet put on and what-not, and D was going to send us a text to let us know things. It's now four hours since we left her and I haven't heard anything yet. Like N and I, D is an ED patient, and has some physical issues that she deals with on a daily basis as a result. We were probably quite a picture actually, 2 relatively small girls refusing to take off our winter coats at all on either side of an equally small girl who looked like she could easily faint at any minute, not to mention looking in pretty severe pain. Seeing her walk over to the triage desk was hard to watch. It was equally hard to leave her, but I knew that once she was triaged, she would be in good hands and that she probably did need some space at that point.

Just glad that we were in the right place at the right time today. Finding out her blood pressure was so low was kind of scary!

Bernat Baby's Breath Blanket

Finished weaving in the ends of this blanket tonight. I started it on...new year's eve (?) I think, so it took about a week to make...and that wasn't even with exclusive or really all that much knitting. It's a super bulky yarn called Bernat Baby's Breath, and the pattern is pretty simple. Unfortunately, the yarn has been discontinued, but I have enough of this yarn left to make two more blankets, and Bernat does always provide an 'acceptable' substitute yarn, so I can still use the patterns again. I'm going to make a pink cabled blanket with some extra top and bottom edging in a pink/blue mixed colour called 'Baby Powder' next, and I have enough green and yellow yarn to make a blanket the 'reverse' of this one-green as the main colour, yellow as the contrast. I doubt that it will get finished quite as quickly as this one though...classes started back at the university today! Just one, and we all had our laugh in that our professor showed up at the wrong classroom. Given that we had all had him for at least two, if not three classes previously, we were actually somewhat concerned when he didn't show up on time because he is punctual to a fault. Unfortunately, my kidneys or whatever decided to be stupid, and I was in quite a bit of discomfort for most of the class...my notes are hardly even legible, I just wanted it to be finished. It was good to see some of my friends and fellow students again, and I was happy to see that four that I know very well were in the class with me-my friends R, K, M and K...quite an assortment, as in order, they play oboe, viola, composer, and french horn. Oh, and my other composer friend IC. It's always nice to know that you are in a class with fellow hard-working students.

Well, I need to go to bed soon...have been up since 6:15, and can't sleep in too long tomorrow...have a funeral that I really should attend, and then meeting up with my friend N for some much needed coffee/tea talk! Plus, my room has gotten surprisingly disorganized for being perfectly organized when I left my house at 7:00 this morning. Must sort that out.

Internet research

Internet research for me is usually a stupid thing...especially when I start doing it after midnight, in near-darkness (I have some candles lit and my computer screen, that's it), alone...you get the picture.

Tonight's research revealed yet another sign that I could have mosaic turner's syndrome. Stupid me after watching a Dr. Phil episode on youtube (laugh all you want...) that talked about a woman with PCOS who was obsessed with trying to have a child decided to see if anyone had followed up my post on the carepages Mosaic Turner's syndrome board (the answer, incidentally, is no). Well...I did a little reading, and the phrase AFP test-which I know from my past courses to be a test done on just about all pregnant women at various points during their pregnancy-came up. I know that when my mom was pregnant with me that there were some concerns with a certain blood test level-that something was elevated and indicated a risk of things like neurotube defects. My parents elected to not have further screening, because they said that no matter what the result-mental disabilities, spina bifida etc-that they would love the child God had given them...so they didn't want to put my mom/me at further risk through testing by amniocentesis. Now...the AFP test DOES test for things like neurotube defects. I think that's the one that my mom had that was elevated (I wish I could ask her right now, I doubt my dad would remember, although I just may ask him). If the baby has Turner's syndrome-of any form, apparently-the AFP test during the second and third trimesters can be elevated.

The past week and a half has been very stressful. More stressful really then last year around this time when I was waiting for tests on my heart and having to defer things and wondering if I would ever get back to normal and be able to be a student and what-not. Because of my rather, well, public display of symptoms that practically made my wind-ensemble-subbing-for-orchestra-director phone 911, and because I had to defer things...in a small faculty...I had a lot of support. I will never forget the professor-one of the ones that I had to defer an exam with-coming out of his office to check on me and find out how I was doing when he heard my voice talking with K, the professor I mark for, and offering support. And this is a professor that I typically wouldn't really think of as that supportive or anything like that, very fair, but pretty strict and his courses are not the easiest courses in the world. THAT is the type of faculty that I am in.

If I haven't even faced up to telling my dad and my sister yet...

My friend B, who is absolutely amazing (in all ways), was the first that I told about the mosaic turner's possibility. Her words of wisdom have helped me through all of the tough situations I have been through since meeting her...during my second year of university, which for anyone who has read my blog for a while knows, is when my mom was diagnosed with cancer. Anyways...I mentioned that I'd really been having a hard time the past few days, having either headaches or stomachaches and disturbing dreams. Her words exactly were "well NO ONE has ever said that what you have gone through and continue to go through it easy in any way.

You are handling an incredibly stressful situation with an immense amount of courage, poise and grace.

you are an inspiration to everyone who knows you, headaches, tummy aches, nightmares and all."

Well. I certainly didn't feel like an inspiration at that point. I felt a bit like I was starting to fall apart again, taking tylenol or advil almost everyday, having a day-long stomachache that was so bad and so strange that if it hadn't resolved, I honestly would have gone over to emergency or at least phoned up our 24-hr nurses' line, because I was weirdly bloated, felt like I could feel strange things when I gently touched my abdomen (remember also that I am quite thin, so I can sometimes feel things...), and it wasn't really like any I've had before...I sort of know my stomach pains, I guess I've had them often enough. Enough to know the 'danger' ones and the ones that are annoying, but not potentially embarrassing. My heating pad has been one of my best friends over the years.

I don't know. I think I may talk to my dad briefly tomorrow just to ask a little bit more and see if he remembers what type of test my mom had...either that, or I'm going to try to dig into the filing cabinet and see if I still have her medical records from the time about that-she kept somewhat detailed yet brief notes on appointments for a time...although she stopped when I was very small.

I wish that 2-4 months wait was up. I just want to know so that I can get on with things and know what my future may look like.

Birth and death

I have only been up for less than three hours (and woke up with a pretty miserable morning headache), but it has already been a morning of birth and death. My friend J gave birth to a beautiful, healthy, 7lb 5oz baby girl at 3:37 this morning, but a read through the paper informed me that my former wind ensemble director's mother died a couple of days ago. Although she was 88, I know the pain that he is feeling right now. It isn't pleasant...

Birth and death...the cycle of life in one day.

Good way to start the new year

Perhaps a good way to start the new year is by finishing a baby blanket! I guess I'm in a bit of a rut, but I do like the pattern...

This is yet another Bernat Baby Spot round crocheted blanket, in a colour that you won't see online, 'Lollipop Drop'. I am not sure why they call it that colour, as to me it looks a lot more like tangerine. Either way, I think it's a nice change from some of the pastels that babies always have. It's not quite as bright in person.