Saturday, February 28, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
One Sick Puppy
And I don't mean Luci.
**NOTE: If you have a sensitive gag reflex, you may want to stop reading.**
Drew woke up this morning like he always does, banging on the baby gate in his doorway and calling for me. He was his usual self, and I asked him to shut off his machine (the humidifier) while I used the bathroom. Upon returning to his room, I sniffed out the all too familiar scent of vomit. At some point during the night, Drew got sick, and as I didn't know he'd done this, I have no idea how long the poor kid had to lay in it. Drew continued to act normal, talking to me as I cleaned up the mess, until I was about finished and he started crying. I called for Brad, who helped me calm him down enough to finally get him out of his yucky pajamas. While I went to the basement to throw the nastiness in the washer, Brad took Drew into bed with him. (Drew refused to take a bath or put clean jammies on. Luckily, he didn't roll his head in the mess so it remained on his clothes and not his body.) When I came back upstairs, this is how I found my boys.
(I know it's mean to photograph sick kids, but I couldn't resist. Aren't they cute?!?!)
Drew remained this way for much of the morning. After Brad went to work, Drew and I relocated to the couch, and 10 minutes into Sesame Street, he was asleep and ended up napping for about 50 minutes. He was so cuddly and clingy, which is not his usual demeaner. No fever, but he felt warm to the touch. Finally, after much coaxing, I was able to give him a sponge bath and put on some clean clothes (he remained in just his diaper for the majority of the morning). After another good nap this afternoon, he seemed to be doing better. Not much of an appetite, but in good spirits. Hopefully this was just a 12-hour bug, and tomorrow he'll be back to his old self.
On a much lighter note, we watched President Obama's speech to congress last night. Drew was laying with me on the couch, so I introduced him to our new president. From here on out, the president shall now be called "President Omama" in our house.
**NOTE: If you have a sensitive gag reflex, you may want to stop reading.**
Drew woke up this morning like he always does, banging on the baby gate in his doorway and calling for me. He was his usual self, and I asked him to shut off his machine (the humidifier) while I used the bathroom. Upon returning to his room, I sniffed out the all too familiar scent of vomit. At some point during the night, Drew got sick, and as I didn't know he'd done this, I have no idea how long the poor kid had to lay in it. Drew continued to act normal, talking to me as I cleaned up the mess, until I was about finished and he started crying. I called for Brad, who helped me calm him down enough to finally get him out of his yucky pajamas. While I went to the basement to throw the nastiness in the washer, Brad took Drew into bed with him. (Drew refused to take a bath or put clean jammies on. Luckily, he didn't roll his head in the mess so it remained on his clothes and not his body.) When I came back upstairs, this is how I found my boys.
(I know it's mean to photograph sick kids, but I couldn't resist. Aren't they cute?!?!)
Drew remained this way for much of the morning. After Brad went to work, Drew and I relocated to the couch, and 10 minutes into Sesame Street, he was asleep and ended up napping for about 50 minutes. He was so cuddly and clingy, which is not his usual demeaner. No fever, but he felt warm to the touch. Finally, after much coaxing, I was able to give him a sponge bath and put on some clean clothes (he remained in just his diaper for the majority of the morning). After another good nap this afternoon, he seemed to be doing better. Not much of an appetite, but in good spirits. Hopefully this was just a 12-hour bug, and tomorrow he'll be back to his old self.
On a much lighter note, we watched President Obama's speech to congress last night. Drew was laying with me on the couch, so I introduced him to our new president. From here on out, the president shall now be called "President Omama" in our house.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Two Peas in a Pod
We had very special visitors this past weekend. Drew's Uncle Jeremy, Ashley, Avery and Grammy all made the long long drive to Illinois to spend the weekend with us! Although the weekend was short (and probably even seemed shorter for them for all the time they had to spend in the car!), we all had such a great time! It was so fun to see Drew and Avery play with each other. Drew doesn't get a whole lot of interaction with other children his age since he's home with me all day, so it was both a relief to see how well he got along with Avery, as well as a nice break for mom and dad for him to want to play with someone else! It was a chilly weekend, so we didn't go anywhere special or do anything out of the ordinary, but spent most of our time here at home, playing, eating, and talking. Here's a peek at all the fun!
Opening birthday presents from Uncle Justin...
and Uncle Jeremy.
So much thanks and appreciation to the four of you, for making the trip to see us. We know how hard it can be to travel so far for such a short stay, and it means so much to us that you took the time to visit. We hope you'll do it again!!!
Opening birthday presents from Uncle Justin...
and Uncle Jeremy.
So much thanks and appreciation to the four of you, for making the trip to see us. We know how hard it can be to travel so far for such a short stay, and it means so much to us that you took the time to visit. We hope you'll do it again!!!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
35 Weeks
4.5 weeks to go! (I hope that's all...) YAHOO!!
Back to the doctor yesterday. I have been having some more "regular" irregular contractions (if that makes sense) lately so the doctor checked things out, but, unfortunately, I'm not nearing labor any time soon. I'm barely dilated to one... ugh.
Oh, this was funny. I asked how big my belly is measuring now, and the doctor said I'm measuring about 36 weeks. So good news: I've apparently plateaued (yeah!). The funny part? Four weeks ago I was measuring 37 weeks. I've shrunk!
Now I'll begin returning to the clinic weekly for check-ups. I've decided to try to be a bit more positive about this pregnancy, and not wishing it to be over, like, right now. Like Brad says, "Babies don't cry when they're still in your belly." (Always the optimist, isn't he???) So I've somewhat given up on the idea of pushing my doctors to induce early, although I am still a bit concerned about the baby's size and wondering if it will play a role in going a full 40 weeks. (Obviously I know I can deliver a 9-pounder, but who wants to do that again???) And it's not so much the weight that concerns me as the size of the baby's head, as it was measuring so large when we had our last ultrasound. So I will raise that question on Monday when I return to the clinic. Potentially having to use the vacuum or forceps frightens me a bit, and I'd hate to have a c-section based on the baby's head size, especially if it could have been avoided by delivering a little early. But alas, I am just the pregnant woman; what do I know? We'll see what the "experts" have to say on it.
If you haven't voted yet for our baby poll, what are you waiting for?!?! Cast your vote today! The poll closes March 1!
In other news, Drew's newest milestone is that he can say his full name. Our conversation goes a little like this...
Us: "Drew, what's daddy's name?"
Drew: "Braaaaadd"
Us: "What's mommy's name?"
Drew: "Weseee"
Us: "What's your name?"
Drew: "Drew 'obert Vander Wohl"
Pretty funny.
Back to the doctor yesterday. I have been having some more "regular" irregular contractions (if that makes sense) lately so the doctor checked things out, but, unfortunately, I'm not nearing labor any time soon. I'm barely dilated to one... ugh.
Oh, this was funny. I asked how big my belly is measuring now, and the doctor said I'm measuring about 36 weeks. So good news: I've apparently plateaued (yeah!). The funny part? Four weeks ago I was measuring 37 weeks. I've shrunk!
Now I'll begin returning to the clinic weekly for check-ups. I've decided to try to be a bit more positive about this pregnancy, and not wishing it to be over, like, right now. Like Brad says, "Babies don't cry when they're still in your belly." (Always the optimist, isn't he???) So I've somewhat given up on the idea of pushing my doctors to induce early, although I am still a bit concerned about the baby's size and wondering if it will play a role in going a full 40 weeks. (Obviously I know I can deliver a 9-pounder, but who wants to do that again???) And it's not so much the weight that concerns me as the size of the baby's head, as it was measuring so large when we had our last ultrasound. So I will raise that question on Monday when I return to the clinic. Potentially having to use the vacuum or forceps frightens me a bit, and I'd hate to have a c-section based on the baby's head size, especially if it could have been avoided by delivering a little early. But alas, I am just the pregnant woman; what do I know? We'll see what the "experts" have to say on it.
If you haven't voted yet for our baby poll, what are you waiting for?!?! Cast your vote today! The poll closes March 1!
In other news, Drew's newest milestone is that he can say his full name. Our conversation goes a little like this...
Us: "Drew, what's daddy's name?"
Drew: "Braaaaadd"
Us: "What's mommy's name?"
Drew: "Weseee"
Us: "What's your name?"
Drew: "Drew 'obert Vander Wohl"
Pretty funny.
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