Brave Boy

Poor Liam.  His parents are certainly not winning any Parent of The Year awards this year.

My little guy has had a cold for about a week and a half with a funny little congested cough like it was all upper airway.  His lungs have been clear, but he has been spiking fevers off and on.  He has also been a little cranky off and on, but no other symptoms.    Sunday morning we woke up to find ear wax dripping down the side of his face.  His ear drum had popped due to pressure.  So we brought him in to see the doctor first thing Monday morning and they found a double ear infection.  That’s right, a double ear infection that mom didn’t even come close to catching.  Apparently our boy doesn’t give the usual signs of an ear infection (like tugging on his ears or showing any signs of pain in the area). No changes in appetite or anything.  He is on antibiotics now.  It is the first medicine beyond Tylenol he has ever had so we are monitoring closely for side effects (which we have thankfully seen none of yet).  The bright spot in all of this is that he likes the taste of the medicine so it isn’t a fight to get it into him!

I was so impressed with how cooperative and well-behaved he was at the doctor’s office yesterday.  I strongly suspect it is because one of his favorite dress up games to play is “playing doctor” with his Melissa and Doug Doctor Role Play Costume Set.  He loves listening to “heart beeps”, checking ears, giving shots, and checking reflexes.  Over the last few months of playing with this set he has also learned to stay still when his ears, eyes, and chest are getting checked.  We were able to put those lessons into practice the other day at the doctor’s office.  Sometimes Liam acts like such a big boy it makes me incredibly proud and sad at the same time (and now I have Bittersweet Symphony running through my head).  In less than a month he will be two (and a big brother as well).  Time just seems to be going by so fast.  My baby boy doesn’t really act like a baby anymore.  Although I don’t wish to slow down his growing up I do miss the first years as we have stepped fully into the adventures of the toddler years (which thankfully still include the occasional snuggle for mom) and prepping to be an awesome big brother.





Day 3

Day 3 of the selfie project: 365 Days of Momma

Poor little Liam is not feeling well. He caught a late spring cold somewhere, has a terrible cough, low grade fever, and just can’t stop sneezing. Snuggles have been at (at least) a 50% increase. It’s going to be a long day of couch cuddles and coffee for Momma and Da.

There is also this picture from earlier… He was inconsolably crying after biting his own finger while sneezing when he was feeding himself.

Stupid sneezes.

The Best Laid Plans

This last weekend was the first full weekend I have had off since returning to work last July. One of the ways the hubs and I were able to make it work without paying for daycare was for me to work every weekend, and to work second shift. Basically we took advantage of the super flexible schedules that nursing allows you to have. I am pretty sure my boss weeped in joy when I called up and volunteered to work every weekend when I returned from maternity leave.

So needless to say I was extremely excited to have an ENTIRE weekend off to spend with the hubs and get a ton of stuff done around the house that we just can’t seem to get too when flying solo with an infant.  You know, fun stuff, like cleaning the basement… This is what my life has come too.

I should have know it was too good to be true. The first bump in the road happened with a snowstorm on Thursday that kept the hubs from being able to get to an account, so he was going to have to work on Sunday. It was ok though… we still had Saturday, right?!?  Always look on the bright side of life?

So Saturday was going to be our day; we were going to get stuff done around the house dammit!  We were taking back the man cave from toy over flow.  I was finally going to have someone to help me hang up the pictures from Liam’s newborn photo shoot…. and I was going to write my final paper of the semester on top of all that.

Saturday started off great.  Liam and I went out to breakfast with a friend, he was a little fussy which is unusual for our incredibly good natured child, but nothing crazy.  We went home, I took a nap and got the first floor of the house cleaned while Da and Liam hung out.  It was a great start to the day.  Then right before his afternoon nap our little guy spiked a fever.  Nothing crazy, and if I were at work I would have said “that’s not a real fever, let me know when it goes over 100.5”, he was in the upper 99’s.  So we tossed him a dose of baby Tylenol and put him down for a nap.  What woke up from that nap was a disaster.  The runny nose, vomiting, diarrhea bug had hit our little guy full force, and he was not having it.  I haven’t changed this many diapers since he was a newborn and his cousin was 4 months old… you know, when it seemed like my only job in life was to change diaper after diaper.

Two days later and we are starting to get back to semi-normal.  The fever is finally gone, and things have lightened up slightly in the diaper changing department, but Sunday was the real challenge.

Sunday was fevers of well over 100, Tylenol every 5 hours, and a baby who was just a disaster.  He hated being rocked or walked.  The only thing that would make him happy was marching around the house and singing or cuddling on the couch and watching TV, so that’s what we did all day.  Thank you HGTV for helping us to get through it.  So in order to help keep my sanity I did a short photo shoot.  This range of emotions is from a less than 2 minute time range.  Poor kiddo.

We made it through.  My mom stopped by, braved the bug, and brought me dinner (Thank You Mom!).  The dogs marched with us.

This is how the whole house felt at the end of the day.

Exhausted Fen