Well Poop

Today my daughter stayed home from school with a case of pink eye which I suspect she picked up over the weekend at a friends birthday party that was held where there were several bounce castle.

Earlier she asked if she could help do the laundry and I said she could...I just had to wash poop out of my washing machine and I am running it empty and then I have to re-wash the clothes that were in there, including the underwear she took off and threw in there while I wasn't looking.

Part two

For a year and a half we lived in a charming two bedroom home with a nice yard and far away from the road. Sure it got a little cold in the winter but we bought a space heater and it worked out just fine.

Well this past summer some critters got up into our roof and tore out the insulation. Many times we asked our land lady to fix the problem and then two days before my son was born, husband once again asked her to fix the hole in the roof and get the critters out and she flipped out on him and told us we were not invited back when our lease was up and that we were making it up.

That was in November, let's skip ahead to the day before we went into the hospital. My husband found our current house and we spent the next month packing and getting everything ready to move. We sent our landlady and letter and pictures of the roof and haven't heard a thing since.

The week we moved it snowed and rained the entire week, our basement flooded but luckily we didn't loose much and now here we are in this beautiful two story, three bedroom home. That is not only warm but larger then the last house.

My son is now awake.

Hey remember me?!

It's been far too long. Since the last time I actually wrote an update more then a few sentences long

• My son had RSV and we had a horrible hospital experience and believe you me I am going to write about it.
• We moved from a cramped. cold house to a big warm house
• My son go sick again.

So I have been pretty busy.

So we'll play a little catch up now.

or later tonight because my kids ALWAYS know when I am about to get into something for a bit and wake up from their naps and I can hear them both stirring and since I can type super fast here is the short version for now.

Son had fever, took him to the dr., she said he had RSV but sent us to the hospital for a high heart rate. They said he didn't have it, bullied us for an hour and a half to let him have a spinal tap. Didn't want to do it but finally caved, he didn't have what they were testing us for and to this day we just feel like the crappiest parents in the world.

Wanted us to let them keep him over night and told us if we didn't we were "taking your baby home to die" yep that's right, a Dr. told us this.

He did end up having RSV, I stayed with my son and didn't let him out of my sight. The first night he slept next to me because if I put him down the monitor said his oxygen levels were down and heart rate went up, when I held him his oxygen levels were at 100% and his heart rate was normal.

I was told this was a fluke though three different monitors said the same thing thank you very much.

Then my son was put into an oxygen tent because they didn't want him to sleep next to me which I was ok with because it gave my arms and back a break.

They wanted me to wake him up every two hours to feed him which just caused him to be mad because he USED to sleep seven hours straight, and he needed his rest.

The last night we were there the monitor kept going off because it was for newborn and he would find a way to get it off his foot. I wanted them to put a new one on so I could sleep because he turns himself side ways when his sleep elevated but the nurse didn't want to change it or listen to the beeping so she SHUT THE DOOR.

I wanted him to be able to sleep so I shut it off and just decided to stay awake, it was around Three in the morning, I remember because I was super tired and it's a good thing I did stay awake because he did in fact turn himself and his face was smooshed against the plastic of his wall tent, if I had gone back to sleep my son would have died.

The nurse finally came back around five in the morning and put a new monitor on him.

The next morning after four days of being in the hospital we finally go to leave.

Ok my kids are awake now so I'll have to finish this tonight, or tomorrow when my daughter is at school and my son will hopefully be sleeping.

I have returned, for the moment

I have not left you I promise. We have recently moved and do I have a lot of things to write about. Before the week is out I promise! ....But not right now because my little one has awakened and needs his mama.

RSV *edit*

I have not abandoned my blog, but I am in the hospital with my son. He has RSV and is currently in an oxygen tent. We have been here since Thursday and will be going home tomorrow!

Apparently I have lost the ability to spell lol. So this post was edited for spelling.

Sleepless night

When my son was first born he would sleep anywhere from four to five hours a night before waking up to eat, then for the last two months he would sleep anywhere from six to eight hours a night pretty good for an almost three month old (Friday). He always woke up at 5:30 then slept for two more hours.

However the last two nights he has woken up at three and decided that he wants to wake up earlier then 5:30 and stay awake. Now the first night wasn't so bad as it was 4:30 and I brought him out into the living room where he promptly fell asleep on me around 5:30. We both got another hour and a half of sleep.

Last night he woke up at 3:30 and I tried in vain to get him to go back to sleeping, finally I once again brought him into the living room and I know they say not to do this but when you are exhausted you will try anything. So I Promptly put him in his swing and turned it on and by 5:00 he was asleep.

As I snuggled in my snuggly under a thick quilt and started my way back to dream land, Five minutes later I heard my daughter crying out "Daddy, Daddy" My husband was still passed out and it didn't wake him but it sure woke me. I made my way down the hall to pick her up and she asked to sleep with us, I explained to her that I was sleeping in the living room but she could still sleep in our bed if she wanted to.

Fifteen minutes later I hear her start coughing and she vomited all over our sheets. My husband brought her into the bathroom to clean her up while I changed the sheets and then promptly tried again to fall asleep. Ten minutes later she again started coughing and the processes of cleaning her up and changing sheets started again, except this time she needed her clothes changed. As my husband was changing my daughter, he looked over at my son...and turned off...the swing. *blinks* less then a minute later my son started screaming.

I quickly picked him up and got him back to sleep and then laid him down in his little chair and he thankfully stayed asleep.

My daughter coughed a few more times before falling asleep and as I closed my eyes I looked at the clock 6:30 and knew that I had to get up in an hour to get my daughter ready for school.

Unfortunately however my poor daughter woke up with a temp of 103.00 it has gone down since to 102.5 but I wont stop worrying until it's in the 90's. She is asleep next to me fighting it off.

Out of the mouths of babes...

Last week we finally removed the Christmas tree from the house, my husband enjoyed having it up but over the last month I had started removing the ornaments and packing them away until next Christmas. As my husband was taking my daughter to preschool Friday morning she gave out a little sigh, my husband asked her what the matter was to which she replied "The Christmas tree is all alone and he's crying"

My husband pointed out that the Christmas tree wasn't alone, that there were many tree's around. "Your right she said, he's not crying anymore he's happy.

That night although she seemed to be acting like her usual giggly self, she promptly stopped and vomited on the living room rug twice, once in the bathroom, and then projectile vomited once more on the living room floor. Then she ran around like nothing happened. However she did end up coughing her head off for about three hours after.

Saturday morning she lounged on the couch, she had a fever that got up to 102.00 and you could just tell that she didn't feel well at all. She didn't want to drink and she hardly ate anything at all. She just cuddled up on my lap for the better part of the day.

On Sunday she was her usual self and went to the grocery store with my husband, where she had gotten a treat. My husband bought her a small bag that contained three ring pops, I cringed when I saw the sticky treat but she had behaved well and earned them. At one point my husband said to her "I proposed to Mommy with a ring pop", my daughters face lit up with joy and responded "That's lovely"

Later that evening as my daughter and husband were in the kitchen cooking up something yummy, my husband jokingly put a chip clip in my daughters hair. Her response? "No Daddy, only elastics go in the hair" then she looked at him seriously and said "Let me tell you something about elastics" and proceeded to explain to him how they worked.

She is far too cute.