Anthony and I have decided to buy a hospital room at this point. We think it's more cost efficient to have a permanent residence. 2012 was supposed to be kinder to us, but it hasn't impressed me yet. I have high hopes that things will improve in the next few months.
So about RSV...it sucks. Apparently, it's highly contagious, and even if your child doesn't go to daycare he can still catch it. Alex started sounding congested late Sunday, but it didn't sound like much. By Tuesday, we were headed to the pediatrician. We got our diagnosis, but we were told that you can't do anything about RSV--you just have to ride it out. We ended up having to go back to the doctor on Wednesday. Thursday we were told to go to the hospital.
I slept in a hospital crib with my child for two nights. I know I looked like an idiot, but seeing a 5 wk. old hooked up to an IV is not cool. If I had to look like a fool to be close to my baby, I was fine with it. Anyway, they watched his vitals for a few days, and thankfully everything looked good. We were discharged on Saturday. Now we're at home and we hope that Alex will continue to improve over the next week or two.
Because I want my baby to be well...
And I don't want to sleep in a crib again.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
RSV...
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Monday, January 9, 2012
Alexander Porter Sherman...
Alex was born at 7:33 a.m., on December 29, 2011. He weighed 9 lbs. 8 oz. and was 21 1/4 " long. He's a little smaller than Sam was, but not too much. Apparently, I'm incapable of having "normal" sized children.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Christmas 2011...
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Saturday, December 17, 2011
My favorite ornaments...
These are a few of my favorite things: (on my tree)
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Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Sam...
At this point we're about 2 1/2 wks. from Alex's arrival. As much as we talk about the baby's arrival, I know that Sam doesn't quite get that he will no longer be the only child around here. I've been going through some of his baby pictures lately, and I cannot believe that my baby has gone from this:
Although he has been known to throw some serious tantrums, I can honestly say that we are so blessed. And I'm about to brag, so feel free to stop reading now. (Unless you just like hearing a mom being obnoxious.)
Things I want to remember:
1. I'm blown away by his vocabulary. Hearing a 3-year-old tell me things like, "Actually, mama, I think I want chicken," is hilarious. He also informed me a few days ago that something wasn't blue; it was indigo.
2. He's still not a great sleeper at night. He'll roll into our room at about 4:00 some nights, but most of the time we're able to escort him right back to his bed. He still takes an enormous nap in the afternoon, and woe be to you if he misses it.
3. He is still obsessed with firetrucks, garbage trucks, and buses. When the bus stops on our street to pick up a kid for school, Sam flies to the window to watch it.
4. The only "baby" word that he still uses is "tether." I don't know where he got it, but when Sam says "tether," it means "pick me up/hold me." I may cry the day he stops saying it.
5. I also may cry when he stops telling me that he "just wants to cuddle, mama." I realize that I won't know when it's the last time that he says it, so I appreciate every time he says it.
6. He thinks every football player who is #14 is Chris Relf, and every player who is #1 is C-bump. Every once in awhile he'll tell me that #28 is Ballard. He has known the words to the fight song since sometime last year.
7. He informed me that for Christmas, he wants Santa's sack. As in the sack that holds all the toys. I had to give him the whole speech about giving rather than receiving, celebration of Christ, etc. I have to give the kid credit for thinking outside the box, though. He also told me he wanted a fire truck. I responded that he had plenty of fire trucks. He then told me, "I want one in our garage"...as in a real fire truck. He's going to be disappointed Christmas morning.
8. He's also obsessed with "worker men," otherwise known as construction workers. He loves his tools and toolbox, and any time you get out a hammer, he has to go get his toolbox to "help."
I'm trying my best to remember all these little nuances that I take for granted. I don't want to forget them as he grows. I'd appreciate any prayers for Sam in the next few weeks as we make the transition from 1-2 babies.
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Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Potpourri...
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Monday, November 21, 2011
Panic...
A few weeks ago, we headed to Starkville for the State/Alabama game. We rented a house and took Sam with us. Our plan was to tailgate all day, and then Anthony would run us back to the house before kick-off.
All was going well. Sam was a sweet boy, he played well with others, and was in a good mood. And then it got dark. And my child disappeared.
Serious, horrible, panic ensued. One minute he was sitting in a chair playing a game, and within seconds he disappeared. We looked around the tailgate thinking that he had gotten up to play, but we could not find him in the immediate area. Our entire tailgate began to look for him. I searched the bathrooms, a friend stopped campus police, but we still couldn't find him. I truly began to freak out. All those episodes of Criminal Minds that I watch didn't help matters.
He was gone for a good 10-15 minutes, which doesn't sound like a lot, but when it's dark and there are tons of people milling around, it's an eternity. A friend of ours went back to the ladies room (for a total of 3 times) when she spotted him and brought him back to the tailgate. By that point, I was in tears.
He received a thorough talking to by his father, and we were able to breathe a sigh of relief. Later that evening, I found out what happened. Sam has a tendency to wait until the very last minute to go the bathroom. Apparently, it hit him that he had to go, and he had to go right then, so he bolted. The bathroom is a good 20 yards from where we tailgate, and I honestly can't believe he remembered where to go. He is only 3 after all.
I asked him what took him so long because I was trying to figure out why I never saw him when I went to check the bathroom myself.
Me: "Sam, where did you go to the bathroom?"
Sam: "I went where all the mommies were."
Me: "What did you do in the bathroom?"
Sam: "I tee-tee and I poo-poo."
At that point I realized why I didn't see him. He was in a stall for an extended period of time. And then I thought...
Me: "Sam, did you wipe your booty?"
Sam: "No, a lady wiped it."
Me: "What!!??
Sam: "A lady wiped it for me."
Me: "Did she say anything to you?"
Sam: "She told me to wash my hands."
In summary, he bolted from the tailgate, cruised past an enormous line of women waiting for the restroom, went to the bathroom, and got a seriously nice lady to wipe his bottom.
Lady, whoever you are, I thank you. I promise to pay it forward.
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