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Tuesday my little Bray-Bray will be one year old. I continue to be amazed at how fast time goes by and how much I desperately want it to slow down. This past year has been one of the hardest years for me and at the same time the best. Yeah, I know I sound crazy, but its the truth. The best because Brady is such a sunshine in our lives, we couldn't imagine our family without him and I never knew I was capable of having so much love to give. I never knew being a mom could be as amazing as it is to be Blake and Brady's mom. The worst because I also never knew being a parent would involve so much heart ache and this past year has involved a lot of it. Watching your baby endure health issues is incredibly hard and I would give anything to take away all of Brady's issues...any pain he has...any of the tests he has to endure. We had yet another doctor appointment today with yet another specialist. She is in her words "very concerned". Brady had four vials of blood drawn today to test for an array of possibilities that could be at the cause of our concern for Brady. Watching your baby have that much blood drawn from his tiny little arm was heart breaking. Wondering if your baby has a chronic illness is heart breaking. I now have a long, long week ahead of me waiting for the results. I know I can't let myself worry until there is something to worry about. Easier said than done.
The flip side... tonight I said, "Blake who is the best mom in the world?" Blake said, "Blake's Mom!" More of these moments and maybe the next week won't be as hard.
I call this look, Blue Steel...
Blake is a constant source of entertainment. Last night he did something that I just have to document because its one of those stories we'll tell the night before he gets married or something like that. We are working with Blake on potty training and he is far from consistent on it yet, and he's way better at the #2 business than the #1 business. Last night I was on solo duty with Brad at hockey. I bathed the boys and got Blake out and dried off and then he ran off before I could diaper him and I couldn't leave Brady. Blake eventually got his diaper and pj's on and then he told me in a really excited/proud voice, "I pee pee'd Darcy bowl". Huh? He then brought me to Darcy's bowl and repeated, "I pee pee potty'd Darcy's bowl!" Yup. Blake had pee pee'd in Darcy's food bowl. And he couldn't have been more proud of his accomplishment. Now if I could only get him to do this in the toilet.
Brady met his great-great-great aunt today for the first time and I thought this picture was really sweet...
These tickets were found on Brad's bulletin board at work. Who thought this marketing campaign was a good idea?
I think I'll pass on this experience, thanks.
Its moments like these that prevent you from going crazy during the terrible two's and keep you laughing, which happens to be great medicine for the soul by the way...
We finished putting together Blake's new big boy bed shortly before our nightmare on Saturday and had Blake so excited to sleep in his new bed, only having to send him to Grandma & Grandpa's for the night. Blake rolled with the punches though and waited patiently until Sunday night. I was worried how Blake would do with transition from crib to a full size bed, however he has done great. He is such a big boy and was completely too big for his crib so I am so glad he has room to spread out now. Brady loves Blake's new bed too and we have it low enough he can even crawl onto it by himself. The boys love to wrestle on the bed together and are so cute together. Here are the boys this evening before bath time. Modesty patch included.
As you can tell from the picture Brady is still Mr. Smiley. I just want to squeeze and love on this little guy more than ever before. I still feel like I haven't had a wink of sleep in days. I'm trying to move forward, but it is rough. I returned to work this morning and it was ridiculously hard leaving Brady today. I pay one million dollars each month though to send the boys to an awesome school and they were so great today, smothering Brady with extra love and emailing me updates that he was doing just fine. And I can log on and watch their classes from my computer so I won't lie, I was glued to the screen watching Brady's every move today. Tomorrow test one of two to see if anything is going on with Brady behind the scenes. Praying this is test one of two that shows nothing wrong.
ALTE. A life threatening experience. That is what the doctor called what Brady experienced. I am still a little in shock from everything and partly just not allowing myself to think about it on a deep level, otherwise I'd probably crumble to the floor.
I'll try not to make this tooo long. Brady woke up on Saturday from a nap crying. I went in to get him and carried him into the living room. He was still a little groggy from his nap and just letting out a tired cry. Two minutes later he stopped crying, I looked down and he wasn't breathing. I thought maybe he was holding his breath? I blew in his face. Nothing. I stood up and started beating him on his back with my hand. Nothing. I turned him with his face facing the floor and beat on his back. Nothing. Then at this time he was completely blue. Brad grabbed him and as he did I realized his body was completely limp. Brad immediately tilted his head back, pinched his nose and instructed me to give chest compressions after he breathed into his mouth. Brad went into give Brady CPR and before he could Brady let out a small cough. Then another and another and cries. Brad was literally shaking. I was trying to hold myself together. Several minutes later Brady was acting completely back to his old self, however after consulting the after hours line at the doctor we headed to the ER. Thank goodness my dad was able to keep Blake for us so I could have Brad with me this time. It was a long night. I had to witness Brady get an iv, blood drawn from his heel twice, a urine sample collected via a catheter and a chest x-ray. We didn't get admitted into a hospital room until I think 2:30am. I slept probably 30 minutes. The doctor doesn't know if it was respiratory related or due to his swallowing issues, but feels this is a one time event. We are praying it is. We were released late this afternoon and will go into the pulmonologist office tomorrow for a follow up and discuss what next. Beyond grateful we are home with Brady and so grateful Brad acted without hesitation. And lastly, public service announcement to all parents of youngins.... if you have not had an infant CPR class... do so. If you have not had a first aid class...do so. We had the infant CPR class when I was pregnant with Blake and I attribute it to saving one of my most precious things in this world.
Brady last night
Brady this afternoon
