Wordless Wednesday

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

Locks for Love came a'callin'. Before:





After:





I have three bundles to donate - one 9" and two 8". I wasn't expecting it to be quite this short, but it had to be in order to have enough hair to donate. I don't think my hair has been this short since elementary school.

The only thing that bothers me is that I can't pull it back in a ponytail. I told the lady cutting my hair that was a priority, so don't "shape" it too much shorter, but apparently she didn't realize I meant PRIORITY. Oh well, it's just hair - it will be long enough to pull back soon enough.

Other than that, I like it a lot. It feels healthy and easy to deal with and way less hotter than before.

Wordless Wednesday

Long Beach Island

Last month, we stayed with my folks for a few days at their house rental in Surf City, Long Beach Island. The kids had a blast.



I love this picture with my mom and the two of them. Lily being herself in her PJs (thanks for the rockin' homemade PJs, Brit - they are my favorite!) and Jacob just being so CHUBBY. Speaking of which...



Those cheeks are hard to resist PINCHING all day.



Clearly, all the excitement got to be too much for him. (He came out with his hands up on his head, and hasn't stopped putting them there since.)



Lily and my dad were having fun at Kelly's with his LBI hat.







Goofballs.



Lily's first time eating corn ON the cob. I went to cut it off for her, and she was having none of that. She wanted to do it like everyone else. Notice her little nibbles?



Down at the bay. I love the overalls (thanks, Wyatt!).



Lily had a wonderful time in the water with her basket and toys. This was her first time really not being afraid of a large body of water. It was still and warm and wonderful.

Jacob's 1st Trip to the ER

(Little boy, biiiig bed.)

Following shortly on the heels of Lily's 1st ER visit...

Last Wednesday, I called the Pediatrician to see how much infant Tylenol to give Jacob, who had a fever of 101.8. They previous day, it had been 100.8. The nurse said a baby that small shouldn't have a fever that high, and we had to bring him in. She asked me how long it took to get there, and I told her about 20 minutes. "Great," she said, "see you in 20 minutes."

Um, what? I didn't realize I was making an appointment.

I called a neighbor to come stay with Lily, who had just gone down for a nap. I've never done this before and am a little nervous, but also worried I won't make it in 20 minutes if I don't act quickly. We get to the doctor and he is very concerned. He tells me babies that small don't have the ability to fight off infections, and when he can't find anything wrong with Jacob (after checking for an ear infection, pink-eye, or any other outward signs of illness), he tells me I'm going to have to bring him to the ER.

Come again?

He asks me if I can go straight to the ER from his office, and is obviously irritated when I tell him I can't. My daughter is home with a neighbor and I have to find other arrangements for her. "Can your neighbor bring her here, or to the ER with you?" No, my neighbor is elderly, has never watched my daughter before, and has no way to transport her anywhere. I don't want her taking Lily down the stairs, let alone for a joy ride.

At this point, my brain is barely working. There's something about being told, "Bring your child to the ER immediately," that is so all-consuming that suddenly, you're left with only half a brain. Or half of the part you normally use. I can't for the life of me figure out what to do with Lily, although in hindsight, it wasn't a very difficult problem to solve.

I eventually arrange for Lily's uncle to pick her up after work, and for my neighbor to just stay with Lily until he arrives. Ryan gets out of work early and meets me at the hospital just after I arrive and the triage nurses are taking Jacob's stats. This is the first of many many many times nurses will check the SAME EXACT THINGS throughout the night. I don't know why his belly needs to be pushed or his temperature needs to be taken or his ears need to be checked every 10 minutes by every nurse in the hospital. If your 20 colleagues were unable to find an ear infection or bloated kidney 10 minutes ago, I doubt you'll find one now.



After triage, we are led to the room in the ER where we will waste I mean spend the next 5 1/2 hours of our life. They hold Jacob down to draw blood from the inside of his elbow, then leave in a heparin lock so they won't have to stick him again if they need to come back for more later. This requires putting a splint on his arm so he can't accidentally pull the IV out, and the whole shebang is bandaged around his little arm. He looked like he was in battle.



(With the splint on his arm...)



The next thing they need is a urine sample. I won't go into detail about how they get this from a 2-month-old male, but I will leave you with one awful word: catheter.

Moving on...

Both his blood and urine are sent out for analysis, and we wait. Jacob falls asleep in my arms, so I sit back and watch TLC (we don't have cable at home) while Ryan goes to the cafeteria to purchase some severely over-warmed burgers. But anything tastes good when you're hungry and antsy.



At one point, the ER supervising doctor comes in to say they didn't get enough urine the first time around, and this time they have to "bag him," which basically involves a lot of waiting and checking said bag.

Many episodes of "John and Kate Plus Eight" later, we find out both his tests came back negative. Somehow, I knew they would. All along, I supsected there was nothing wrong with my son except the fever. He was still happy, chatty, gurgling, flirting, and sleeping like normal. All the hospital staff kept commenting on what a good and chubby litte boy he was.



(The return of our little burrito - the ER was FREEZING...)

Then we were told since they couldn't find anything wrong and had no explanation for the fever, and since the blood/urine cultures were going to take a day or two to come back, they were going to give Jacob a very high dose of antibiotics just in case. My mind starts reeling. Will this make him antibiotic-resistent in the future, shoud he have a real need for them? Will this kill off all the good antibodies in his system and leave him prone for a yeast infection? Not another baby with thrush!

But we didn't really have a choice. And I think we were ready to accept anything to avoid the dreaded spinal tap! So they start him on the IV drip of antibiotics, and within a few minutes, he starts to fidget then squirm then complain then cry. Obviously, the flow into his body is bothering him. We call the nurse and she comes to slow it down, agreeing that it is bloating his arm and coming in too fast. Once she slows it down, he calms down and quickly falls asleep. I am curled up next to him on the bed by now, and Ryan is sitting next to him, supporting his arm while he sleeps as antibiotics leach into his system.

I stare at the splint, the needle, the line of fluids. What are they doing to my sweet, precious, oh-so-young little boy? I pray that our trip here does more good than harm, though thoughts of potentially unnecessary medication and a million different hands touching and poking and prodding aren't exactly giving me warm fuzzies.

Eventually, the antibiotic drip is done and they come to unbandage his arm and remove the IV. He cries out as they untape his arm and take off the "bag" - which by now has plenty of urine, though they apparently DID get enough the first time and didn't need the bag after all. Poor kid.



(Removing everything from his arm...)

I scoop him up into my arms and carry him out of the ER. As we pass the desk, everyone waves good by and says what a great litte boy we have, and I nod and smile and thank them for their help. We pass the triage nurses and they also say goodbye and they're glad we're getting to go home. Boy are we, too!

Ryan and I were so proud of our brave boy all evening. So little to be going through so much fuss. The positives of the evening: "John and Kate Plus Eight" is such a grat way to pass the time, now we know there's nothing abnormal with his blood or urine, and we got to spend some good quality time doting on our son all by ourselves (minus the entire ER staff).

His fever broke and disappeared the next evening or the morning after. The antibiotics made him a pooping machine for a few days, which I was told was normal. And his sleep schedule is now all disturbed...he used to give me at least 7 - 8 hours at night, waking up in between once or twice for just a pacifier reinsertion then going right back to sleep. Now, he wakes to eat every 2 - 3 hours every night. I'm hoping he gets back to "normal" - and I get some more sleep! - very soon.

Apparently, Cell Phones Can't Swim

I learned that lesson the hard way. Now I have no phone. At least now I have no one badgering me about why I never answer my phone, why my phone is dead, why I never call people back, why I'm so hard to get a hold of, and on and on and on. I tried to remedy that by buying a spiffy belt holder for my cell phone at Wal-Mart, so even when I had no pocket on my pants, I could still carry my phone.

No where on the package did it say, "Must remove before going swimming." You'd think they'd know enough to tell you a thing like that. So after about a half hour of enjoying some quality one-on-one time with Lily in the lake by our house, I come out and wonder what this strange protrusion is on my hip. Oh, hello cell phone. Goodbye, all my cell phone numbers.

Oh well. Life feels a little freer now without strings attached...

Library Time

Every Monday morning all summer, we've been attending Nursery Time at the library. A very lovely librarian leads children under age 2 in reading books and singing songs with hand motions. It's interactive and fun. I thought it would be a nice way to spend time with Lily, and I was excited to meet other moms in the area and for Lily to have a chance to play with other kids her age.



(Lily with her Cheerios cup after library time...)

But things aren't going according to plan. The other moms either a.) already know each other and aren't interested in taking the time to meet someone new, or b.) have no desire to engage in conversation when I try to talk to them. Sure I don't always shower beforehand (who am I kidding - I NEVER shower beforehand), but do I smell or something? Are they afraid they'll be making friends with a 12-year-old mom of two?

Or is it because my daughter is the one child who absolutely will NOT sit still the ENTIRE 25 minutes that we're there? She walks around smiling or pointing at the other kids (she's so happy to see them!), taking things out of all their diaper bags (argh), taking the flannelgraphs off the teacher's board as she's using them ("hmm, these look fun..."), or pulling books off all the display tables in the back.

I've tried everything I can think of to get her to sit still. Forcing her to sit on my lap is a joke - her squirming protest is much too disruptive to the other kids. Keeping her in a stroller (if she would let me!) seems kind of mean during this interactive, fun time. And even bringing her Oma didn't keep Lily's little lima beans planted in one spot.

This week, I brought her Cheerios cup and that actually kept her planted in my lap for a few songs/books. But eventually, she wanted to share them with all the other kids - especially with those across the room - and wouldn't stay seated any longer.

At least she's friendly and happy. Just extra CURIOUS. With ants in her pants. I don't think I've ever met a kid so unable to sit still for TWO SECONDS.