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So we FINALLY got back our beloved 61" inch t.v. that has been in the shop for two weeks (gasp)!!
Yea hubby for pitching in the extra dough for the extended warranty! I can now resume normal reality t.v. watching (Real House Wives of O.C. anyone?) on a abnormally large screen. The picture is back to the crisp quality, but one thing is different... when you power off the t.v. it now makes a noise that resembles that of when the ghost catches Pac-man.
Do you think the repair man is messing with us??
Blake is such a ham and makes me smile all day long. I absolutely love being his mom! I wanted to document a few of his latest cute "doings".
~He rides his bouncy horse and says "yee haw!"
~He LOVES to dance. Anytime any sort of music comes on he dances. Last night I was watching Law & Order - SVU (I admit I'm a Law & Order addict) and while the song for the intro played to Law & Order he was dancing away!
~Brad was starting laundry and Blake danced to the rhythm of the washing machine chugging away! I guess someone in our family has rhythm!
~He slapped Brady's hand this morning and said, "High Five!". The first time he has ever initiated a high five and it was to his baby brother. SO CUTE!
So how does one catch up on two weeks worth of no sleep when you have a twenty month old and a three month old???
1 too many doctor visits in the last two weeks - $210 in copays
1 visit to hospital for chest x-ray - $?? (haven't gotten that bill yet!)
1 visit to Children's Hospital ER - $150
2 smiling babies again - Priceless!Brady is still a little ways away from being 100% but is so much better and got a good report at the doctor today. He is smiling and cooing up a storm and that makes for one happy (albeit exhausted) mommy!!!
p.s.- Blake is 100% and doing great!
*as a heads up this post is LONG. I want to document yesterday/last night though for me most of all so I can look back and remember I got through it and because I did, I can get through a lot more rough days that may be thrown my way.*
As a former Brownie/Girl Scout, I think I can say after the last two weeks I have definitely earned my "Parenting Badge". I guess I shouldn't have written a post, "It could always be worse"... because yes, yes it could. We went from Blake's nasty battle with RSV, struggling to breathe at times, to Brady's nasty battle with RSV who has such a bad cough, couldn't keep anything down. Then on Monday Brady got a stomach bug and with every feeding not only was he throwing up but was getting sick the other end, to put it nicely. (Can you put that nicely?) Then since THAT wasn't enough, I caught the stomach bug and was up the entire night getting sick. I guess I just wasn't sleep deprived enough. Then since THAT wasn't enough, yesterday Brady was feeling so puny, he decided he just couldn't eat. That is what worried me the most. I had been trying since he got sick to give him Pedialyte. He wouldn't take it. Yesterday, I tried nursing him, tried bottle feeding him, tried Pedialyte. Nothing. I called the doctor and even though we were scheduled for a follow up visit the next morning, I felt it couldn't wait and they agreed. Once the doctor saw Brady she promptly sent us to the emergency room at Children's Hospital. She was awesome and didn't alarm me or upset me but simply said she'd feel more comfortable with them evaluating Brady to see if he needed fluids. She called them to let them know we were on our way.
I tried not to panic and was really calm actually on the drive over there. I knew this is what we needed to do to get Brady well and that is all that mattered. I was a little upset that I was having to do this alone because Brad had to take care of Blake (no one else to watch him) but I also knew this is what being a parent was about and I had to be strong for Brady. We arrived and checked in and the waiting room was filled with everyone in the metroplex it felt like. We waited for awhile and I saw people being called back to triage and then sent back to the waiting room and I started to worry we'd be there FOREVER before being taken back to a room. A minute later we were taken into the triage room and the one nurse in there took two looks at Brady and got help and before I knew it there were five nurses huddled around us checking him up and down. Their demeanor was scaring me a bit...I could tell from their actions they were very worried about Brady. They did not send us back to the waiting room, but escorted us promptly to a room where all five of the nurses followed, continuing to check his stats and get him hooked up to the monitors. My eyes started to fill up with tears, I tried my hardest to hold them back and be strong for Brady.
The doctor came in a few minutes later and she couldn't have been more awesome. I guess the benefit of going to Children's is they specialize in dealing with these little ones and the little ones' scared mommies. I think she knew exactly how to act, what to say to keep me calm. It didn't hurt I was wearing a Stars hat and she was a huge fan so chatted me up about hockey, distracting me a bit. She told me Brady was obviously dehydrated and we would get an i.v. going and get him fluid and see how he did from there.
I got Brady dressed in a hospital gown. I hated to see him in it yet he did look pretty cute. The i.v. nurse came in and I hated to see her, but knew its what had to be done to get Brady better. She was awesome though and got the i.v. on the first try (thank God!). Brady SCREAMED with his very hoarse voice and stared at me the entire time with this look like, "Why are you letting them do this to me?!" Tears started rolling down my face. I knew this needed to be done, but didn't make the pain any less seeing my baby, only 3 months old, in so much pain. I pray I never have to see that look in his eyes ever again. Once they were done making him upset with that they upset him again by vacuuming out his nose. Yes, VACUUMING. He was NOT a fan. I wouldn't be either! It did help clear his nose though of all that congestion, so again, I knew it had to be done. After he had one dose of fluids in his IV and his nose was cleared, I tried nursing him. SUCCESS! It wasn't nearly as long as normal, but it didn't matter. I was just relieved he would eat at all. And he didn't throw it up. The doctor was very encouraged by that and so once Brady finished all of his fluids through IV she released us to go home. Hallelujah!
I pray Brady can get 100% very soon and I pray neither of my boys have to go through something like this ever again. The lack of sleep, the sickness I've had, none of that matters. I can get through that stuff. I just need healthy babies.
And now for my Oscar acceptance speech...Thank you to all of you that texted me with your good thoughts and prayers. That helped me stay calm and keep it together more than you know. And my mom via phone, thank you. And especially YOU, who stayed with me via text the entire time with your infinite wisdom and good thoughts, having been through that kind of night (and worse) yourself a few too many times.
If you are a parent and ever have to take your sweet baby to the ER, I highly recommend going to Children's (I was at the Plano location). The doctor and nursers were phenomenal.
Here is a picture of my little man laying on my legs (his favorite position ever) with his poor little i.v. in his hand. Not the best quality with my camera phone...
That is what I keep reminding myself anyways. I am coming off the longest week in the history of time. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a hair, but it was one hell of a week. Friday Blake was starting to get life back in him and I had never been so grateful to see his smile again and didn't even mind the tornado going through my house. Translation...Blake running around the house pulling things out of cabinets and drawers and leaving the house a disaster. I didn't stop him though, it was just refreshing to see him with energy again. And besides after the long week, I had no energy to stop him. I couldn't blame him either, he hadn't stepped foot outside since we went to the doctor on Tuesday. I hadn't been out of the house since I went to work on Wednesday. We were both a bit stir crazy. I was beginning to see light at the end of a long tunnel though on Friday when the presence of his smile emerged and the vast energy only a toddler possesses was returning. This might just turn out to be a good weekend after all I thought. I tried my hardest to ignore the start of a cold I was beginning to feel. If I didn't think about it, it didn't exist, right? Well the universe had a different plan in mind for our family. That tunnel just got a whole heck of a lot longer... so long that I can't see even a glimmer of light. Friday night as we were finishing dinner, Brady started with a cough. A bad sounding cough. My heart sank. Friday night at around 1:30 am Brady threw up everything he had just eaten. And then was up the rest of the night coughing. It seems he has caught that wonderful (sarcasm much?) virus, RSV from his big brother. Ever since it has been throwing up after almost every feeding and non stop coughing. It seems Brady isn't able to sleep and stay asleep unless he's sleeping on me. He's actually sleeping on my lap as I write this. Wait, why aren't I asleep then? Brady's breathing is okay thus far thank goodness. Currently I'm most worried about dehydration due to his constant throwing up. And when I say throwing up, I mean this boy can throw up. Prayers please we see no hospital time with this little guy and that he gets better VERY soon. As if I weren't exhausted enough from our week with Blake, I have a nasty cold and am up non stop with Brady. I guess it could be worse though...I could have had two babies this sick at the same time or three if you count Brad.
Our house is still the sick zone but we are THANKFULLY out of the woods with no more threat of hospitalization looming around. I went to pick Brady up from school yesterday and was told Blake's teacher Ms. Andi was missing his smiling face so much and felt so bad for him being so sick that she wanted to do something for him. So she made him a get well soon card and all of Blake's friends in his class signed it along with his two teachers and all of the ladies (and one guy) in the front office. I don't know if Blake understood when I showed him, but it really lifted my spirits. So sweet.
This has happened AGAIN. RSV sucks. Like really bad. More postings once we're done with the many breathing treatments and throw up cleaning going on over here...
The first part of this post is for Uncle O.J. & Aunt Vonda. They live in Florida and are big Gator fans...just like Brad, who's favorite college team is University of Florida. OJ and Vonda sent Blake a Florida jersey and Brady a couple of Florida onesies. I thought the perfect time to try on their new duds was for the Sugar Bowl the other weekend to cheer on the Gators. I unfortunately wasn't able to get a good picture of Blake, but here is one of Brady we snapped. The boys had fun cheering on the Gators as they kicked some serious boo-tay. 
By the way, if any of you ever watch college football, I'm sure you've seen the commercials they play for the colleges in the different conferences. The one they play for the schools in the SEC kind of makes Florida look like the idiot school of the bunch and I laugh every time I see that commercial! They are flaunting all the accomplishments of each respective school, like curing diseases and other really important stuff like that. Then they show Florida's... "Inventor of Gatorade." Seriously? That is the BEST they could come up with???
Although, now that I think of it, where would the world be without Gatorade?? We'd have ALOT of dehydrated athletes.
Anyways, enough of my ramblings. Last night Blake spent the night at Grandma & Grandpa's (or Papa's as Blake has started saying, we'll see if that sticks) and Brad, Brady and I attended a Cowboys watching party (Go Cowboys!). We had a great time with awesome friends. And the weekend was going fabulously, and then today happened. I have to admit I am feeling pretty guilty. Because this morning Blake woke up sick and while my parents were busy cleaning up throw-up all over their living room, Brad and I were enjoying this...
Could that baby BE any sweeter?! But I do feel horrible Blake got sick at my parents, and feel even more horrible sweet Blake is sick. He ran a fever all day and instead of running around playing, took turns cuddling Brad and I (which is the only wonderful part of having a sick baby, the snuggles). I pray he is better tomorrow and that none of the rest of the Jones house falls victim to the bug.
I heart relaxing weekends... I think Brady does too!
