Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Tis the Season.

It is that wonderful time of year, the time for holidays, shopping, family, and of course for little kids to be sick! Oh, what a night/day we had. On Monday, Owen was given, although we tried not to take it, a cold from Felix and Robee. On Tuesday he sounded yucky and developed a cough. On Tuesday night we went to bed. On Wednesday in the wee hours of the morning (3:00 am to be exact), little Owen couldn't breathe. His cold had settled into his chest and he was gasping for air. I had Greg take him outside but I don't think it was cold enough to help. We decided that we had better take him to the emergency room. We got up, got dressed, and headed to the car. I had just buckled Owen in and he started coughing which led to him throwing up all over his seat and all over his best friend, Owl. I unloaded Owen from the car seat and brought him inside to be changed. The worst part was that Owl couldn't come, he had to be washed.

New jammies, no owl, we are back to the car and we are off.

We arrived at the hospital and the person checking us in immediately called for a nurse to come and get us. The nurse came right up and took us back. We went into the room and the respiratory nurse came in to start treatments to help him breathe. The first one didn't work and Owen still couldn't breathe. They moved to the next treatment with stronger drugs to help him get some air. The doctor confirmed he had croup and contemplated admitting him to the hospital. He wanted to see how he responded to the additional treatments. The second treatment seemed to start to loosen things up so he could actually breathe. They also wanted to give him a steroid shot to help him. The nurse came in and had Greg hold his legs, she asked me if I had his arms really good. I said I did but knew all the while this was totally unnecessary. I explained beforehand what was going to happen and told him it was going to hurt. As she put the shot in, he calmly whispered "ouch".

He wanted to go home so bad. The second he could finally breathe he said he was done and ready to go home. I explained that we had to stay and make sure he could breathe before we could go. We had to sit and wait to make sure it didn't get worse again. At one point, he was in my lap and breathing in the misty air, he looked at Greg and started singing a song. I started crying. He doesn't like to be sick and wants everything to be the way it is supposed to be. In the car on the way in, when things were at there worst, we were listening to his songs and Take Me Out to the Ballgame came on. He yelled in a little weak voice, "Daddy, it is your favorite song."

The respiratory nurse came in to check on him and after she left, I said to him, "she was nice". He said, "Who, her that hurt my leg?".

He decided at that point that he could do without his dad. He asked Greg to please go home and get his owl. The nurse had given him a bear when we got there, he gave the bear to Greg and said, "take this bear back to the lady and get my owl". We sent Greg home to get ready for work and to get our little friend.

We waited, continued the treatments and discussed why we couldn't go home yet. They came in to do a chest X-ray. I told him he needed to sit on the bed and be very brave while they took a picture of his chest. I had to leave the room while they did the X-ray. I stood at the doorway and watched, he was so brave. He just sat there in the bed, looking so afraid and watching me.

The doctor came in and said it was my choice, we could admit him for a day or two or we could head home knowing that we may be back. As we were discussing these choices, Owen took the heart monitor off his finger and was taking his hospital bracelet off his wrist. My choice was easy. We would head home and if needed we could come back.

Greg and newly cleaned white owl came back and picked us up. We took Greg to work and headed home. It was about 7:30. He fell right asleep.

He is almost better now. He is coughing some but nothing like it was. It is Thanksgiving now and I am thankful for the doctor who gave me a choice to go home. I am thankful that he is ok. I am thankful for our washer who cleaned his best friend. I am thankful for the humidifier that helps him breathe. Hopefully we are over the worst and on side of getting better!

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Daddy is Mean...

I am sitting in my bed the other day when I hear yelling from the bathroom. Owen and Greg were in there brushing Owen's teeth for bed. Owen came in the room with a grumpy look on his face. I asked him why he and daddy were yelling. This is what he told me.

O: "Daddy is mean".

J: "Why, what did he say?"

O: "He said, " FINE! You can't brush your teeth, just go to bed!""
O: "And I said to daddy, "It doesn't have to be this way!!"

J: Laughing too hard to say anything else.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

M.I.A.

Where have I been you ask. Where is my update on my favorite crazy child you wonder.

Well, I will tell you. I have been pondering, thinking, wondering, worrying, rejoicing, and sleeping!! And why have I been doing all of that..........................................

Here is how the story goes.

Sunday, October 19, 2008: Why am I starving!! And why is my stomach so fat today? Dismiss both to me being crazy.

Monday, October 20, 2008: Wake up and have some strange urge to take a pregnancy test. The odd part of the story is this, in 2 years of "trying" I think I took 2 tests, both of which happened after I was 3 or more days late. So, why I would do this 5 days EARLY was beyond me. Especially considering there was no trying this month, in fact, there was the opposite of trying and no fertility treatments and no drugs. I got out of bed and peed on the stick. 3 minutes go by, no expectations. I am about to throw the test away when I notice the faintest of lines showing up. I must be hallucinating. Throw the test away. Go to work. Stop at store on the way to buy another one.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008: Totally convinced the line wasn't there or I took a defective test, I wake up nice and early and pee on a new stick. Best if I just watch the clock. At 2 minutes I take a peek. Another faint line! A little darker than the first and definitely a line. I am totally not on board with these lines yet. I fish the other test out of the garbage to see if there really was a line on it. Now I can compare. Sure enough, 1st test really light, 2nd test, still light, but a little darker. Throw both tests away and decide to test again tomorrow.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008: Ok. Now I have convinced myself that it was a fluke. I am not pregnant, how is that possible. Confident that I would see one line, time for test 3. Pee on 3rd stick. Determined not to look, I watch the clock. I can't help myself and I look over at 1 minute and the infamous line is already there and clearly a line. There are obviously two lines. What does this mean? Does this mean I am pregnant? Decide maybe it is time to tell Greg. Fish 1st and 2nd test out of the garbage to compare. 3 lines, each darker than the first. After music class Owen and head over to Greg's work. While Owen is entertaining all of Greg's co-workers, I say to Greg in my most casual voice I can muster up, "I think I am pregnant". (Yes, three tests and three pregnancy lines later, I am still not sure). Well, I will test again in the morning to be sure.


Thursday, October 23, 2008: This is getting all to familiar. Pee on 4th test. 4th test is smarter, results tell it like it is, pregnant or not pregnant. No more lines for me. 20 seconds into the test, I see "PREGNANT". "Hmmm", I think. "I might actually be pregnant."

Friday, October 24, 2008: Is it possible that 4 pregnancy tests are all wrong. This was the day I was supposed to start. I was sure this was the day I would curse myself for testing 5 days early.



Saturday, October 25, 2008: Perhaps today?

Sunday, October 26, 2008: Today?


Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday..... 7 weeks in. Totally nauseous and sick. I am finally starting to believe that I am pregnant!!!

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Halloween

What a great night we had trick-or-treating with Noni in Edmonds. We have been for 3 years now and we love it. We love the popcorn, the hot chocolate, the photography studio that takes free pictures of the kids and the monster music playing throughout the streets. (Trick-or-Treating to the Ghostbusters song - heaven).

Owen had as much fun as a three year old has on Halloween. He did really well for about 4 places, then he was a little distracted and needed my gentle coaxing of saying, "say trick-or-treat", "say thank you". Eventually he found the popcorn and I was instructed to hold the candy bucket. Then it got worse. He informed me that he was too hungry to say trick-or-treat and that I had to do it. At each business he would look up at me with eyes that said, "it is your line". I would obediently say my line, get the candy and it was off to the next business. At one point he said, "after they give you the candy, you need to say thank you". Oh, well of course.



He was very concerned about his snake tail all night and insisted that I carry it for him. At one point I was holding a hot chocolate, bag of popcorn, bucket of candy, baby wearing blue clothes and a tail. What a great night!!


After trick-or-treating, it was off to Noni's for pizza and pumpkin carving. She did a great job on the Monster Inc. pumpkins he ordered her to do. Sulley and Mike Wazouski. He also wanted Randall, Boo and Mr. Waternoose but Noni explained nicely that we only had two pumpkins.


Once Owen was ready to go he asked if there was some pizza left he could take with him. He packed a bag of pizza and bread, put his sauce in with the candy and let everyone know that it was late and he had to go. He said he was too busy for a picture and he had to get in his chair and leave. He pushed Noni away and told her to close the door. We left and he cried for 20 minutes about how he didn't get to give her a big hug. I think he has been talking more about that than the night's events.