I know I haven't posted much...shame on me!
I don't really have much time to blog right now...apparently I am on call and dying for some sleep but I just had to post about the precious thing that is giggling.
Let me first state that giggling is not cooing and it's also not the sqeeling that Nolan is now know for. No...giggling is actually a laugh that makes a baby seem more human like (because most of what babies do in the beginning of their lives just makes them seem like a breathing blob).
Nolan first giggled last week before Xmas during some non-giggle inducing activity (changing diapers, putting socks back on...something like that). Dennis and I just looked at each other in awe like..."did he really do that?". We went on with our busy lives and didn't think too much about it.
Then....last night we were doing another non giggle inducing task and out came the most beautiful giggles that lasted for what seemed like hours. I could listen to that sound forever! And of course after it was over I cuddled with Nolan and cried happy tears.
I knew I was a sap before I had Nolan but wow..motherhood has made me go off the deep end. Imagine what's going to happen when he crawls, walks, goes to school, learns to drive. Watch out people!
And yes I realize I just wrote an entire blog about giggling and that's just fine with me!
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So...I didn't get the memo. But really...who has time to upload photos anymore? I'm surprised I've been keeping up with photo taking and then photo uploading as much as I have been. (crap...I think I hear Nolan crying...no! I've been trying to "photo dump" for weeks now!) Anyways...here was my Halloween present from bubby this year. I may or may not have cried when Dennis gave this to me.
Before you were conceived I wanted you
Before you were born I loved you
Before you were here an hour I would die for you
This is the miracle of love.
Before you were born I loved you
Before you were here an hour I would die for you
This is the miracle of love.
Even though bubby had a 2:30am wake up scheduled for me this morning I didn't let it get me down...lets see if that holds true for the rest of the day. ;) Oh wait...are you confused? I'm sorry, let me back up. Yes, I did indeed say 2:30am wakeup. Due to Dennis also having a temper tantrum of his own due to the circumstances I got to enjoy the wake up call from my lovely. You know...once I'm up it's easy to be up that early because I couldn't imagine spending that time with anyone else other than my bubby...and really who cares about or even needs sleep? Clearly not mommies! Luckily Nolan went back to sleep so I got a little more sleep...and then of course we over slept. Apparently we no longer use our 6 or 7 alarm clocks and phones as alarms anymore. We base our wakeup on when bubby wakes up...which is not such a great idea when bubby sleeps in, which is normally the case. We don't intend to use him as an alarm but apparently we mange to turn off all of the alarms or ignore them...and I'm really not kidding...there's 6 or 7 of them.
I've been realizing I could really use a few moments to myself this week. Just a few...that's all I ask. I need to get out the lawn mower because I haven't plucked my eyebrows in WEEKS...yes...WEEKS! I swear they were tolerable when I put on my brow makeup but for some reason when I woke up this morning they are looking all crazy and have taken a new shape on. Wow...it's that bad people. Then there is also the fact that my nail polish has been peeling for WEEKS and now my fingernails look like I just have small pieces of dirt (gray nail polish) on each of my fingernails. My toes...I don't really care much about them because they spend most of their time in their shoes. But they could also use a little pick me up. We'll I'm going to have to run away for a few hours tonight because we are going to Tampa this weekend to see my family and my uncle will be out of town from Alaska whom I have not seen for several years.
One of the most obvious results of having a baby
around the house is to turn two good people into
complete idiots who probably wouldn't have been
much worse than mere imbeciles without it. ~ Georges Courtiline
Have a great day everyone!
--the very tired but completely in love mommy--
Seriously though...I'm terrible. Over this past weekend (well at least I think it was the weekend I'm so upset about it I've blocked it out of my memory) Dennis was in the computer room with Nolan in his rocker. I came in to do something and saw something that appeared to be blood on Nolan's rocker. It was darker than I thought it should be so Dennis said maybe it was makeup. Nolan had clothes on that day and the day before that covers his feet. I couldn't make sense of it...all of my makeup was accounted for and why would it be on the part of the rocker where Nolan's feet touch.
It still baffled me but I didn't let it bother me. I think it was the next day I was changing Nolan into a non-foot covering outfit that I noticed his right pinkie toe was red, swollen, and there was a round puncture type wound on the top of it. ohmygoodness. I cried. Oh boy did I cry. OF COURSE I CRIED! Here are some major points that went racing through my head...
*how do I sit at the computer (as I had the days this would have happened)
and not see my child BLEEDING...RIGHT NEXT TO ME?
*how did I not notice my child's foot during changings and
even bath time in those days before we solved the mystery.
*where the hell did this come from???
*did my damn puppy do this???
Nolan's foot was red and swollen up until today and now it's no longer red or swollen, just the puncture thingy-ma-bob. Apparently Nolan is going to live...I can't say the same for my puppy though. :)
What happens when you are home with baby and you are getting ready to go somewhere so you need to put on makeup and get dressed (both of which I have not done since Monday)? Your baby refuses to allow you to put makeup on. I don't know if it just kills him to hang out around makeup or if he just wants people starring at mommy at the store. Whichever it is, it is RUDE! It's not like he doesn't have a million toys around him, one of which is singing to him. Baby is getting so upset he is rocking himself in his chair. If baby loves to be rocked and that is basically the only way to calm baby then why does baby not calm himself when he rocks himself? So many questions to ponder today...but since my time has run out to get dressed/put makeup on/and catch up on my google reader then I guess this will be short today.
For about the past two weeks Nolan has been sick. It all began with what seemed to just be a minor cold, nothing serious. Daddy took Nolan to the doctor and Nolan was put on C-Phen. I believe that is the cure all for infant illnesses. Anyways, Nolan started feeling better...no fevers, no coughing, nothing. Until one week ago (after a few days of feeling much better) I picked Nolan up from daycare and he suddenly started coughing, a terrible cough! I pretended that I didn't hear it and we went home. Later that night the cough returned and daddy and I just looked at each other in disbelief. Nolan got worse and worse each day. At first I thought it was his cold returning so we kept him on the C-Phen, that wasn't helping. Saturday I called the pedi and got him in that morning to see the doctor. Dr. Alicea (not his regular pedi) diagnosed him with bronchiolitis. I was sure it was just another word for a cold or something like bronchitis in adults. Apparently I was wrong. Bronchiolitis in infants is where their small airways are infected and constrict, therefore making them cough and wheeze. It also leads to pneumonia. (Bronchitis in adults is where the larger airways to the lungs are infected). Dr. Alicea said there are no meds for Nolan because this is a virus so we have to let it run it's course but gave us a nebulizer to hopefully help ease Nolan's breathing, especially at night when it is terrible (no...not while he is sleeping but just at night while awake). We started giving Nolan treatments that day which went fine, but they did not help a single bit. Dr. Alicea said to come back and see our normal pedi, Dr. Corp on Tuesday. On Monday we couldn't take anymore as the night before was the roughest for bubby. Before we even saw the doctor Nolan got weighed. He had lost almost half a pound in TWO days. Dr. Corp came in agreed it was bronchiolitis and said that we need to come back to see him on Saturday and if Nolan is the same or worse then a hospital stay would be needed. This breaks my heart... Dr. Corp told us that we need to keep Nolan home during the entire week not because he will get other children sick however the doctor is worried the daycare staff will not give breathing treatments and medicines on time and as prescribed. Dr. Corp gave us two different medications to try and continue the breathing treatments every four hours. One of the medications is an antibiotic, this is not going to do much because Nolan has a virus, so I guess it's just precautionary. The other medicine is to help Nolan sleep through coughing at night. So far, it has not done a damn thing. We were originally not giving Nolan treatments at night (he sleeps through the night and his breathing is normally best while he is sleeping). Dr. Corp told us that we need to wake up every four hours for breathing treatments and to just lay the mask over Nolan's face. Problem is that when the medicine gets low you have to be sitting up. So basically we are getting no sleep. We have the bassinet back into our room next to our bed to help with treatments. I definitely do not miss the first 6 weeks of Nolan's life where we were doing night time feedings. Sleep is so important when you have a baby...and work....and a house to take care of...and annoying animals that need to apparently eat as well. I just hope waking Nolan up in the middle of the night does not get him in the habit of waking up in the night. I'll keep my fingers crossed....
With this sickness the doctors have told us to watch for signs of dehydration which I guess is the main worry at this point. Nolan has started eating less (normally if Nolan is sick he is still always starving) and throws up virtually all of the formula he does drink. ::sigh::
Well last night was the worst. Normally bubby doesn't run much of a fever with this sickness. Last night his fever spiked and we RAN out the door to the hospital. Our doctor told us to go to the hospital if the fever hit 101 or more, which it did. On our way there we got a call from the on call nurse (I WANT TO TALK TO THE DOCTOR, NOT A NURSE THAT DOES NOT KNOW NOLAN!!!). The nurse said not to go to the hospital until Nolan's fever was over 105. Uhmmm...that seems REALLY high to me for a four month old. Any thoughts from parents out there? We went home and checked Nolan's temperature every hour, which SLOWLY went down.
Today is Tuesday and still no change in Nolan's breathing, coughing, wheezing, fevers, etc... I am terrified that Saturday is going to come with no change...I don't even want to think about it. Yesterday the doctor said to Nolan, "on Saturday we'll see if you may need to go into the hospital or if you will get to see Christmas with out any incident". This really got me thinking. Christmas is coming up. Nolan's first Christmas...and not only that but I have SO many people I need to buy things for. With all of the extra doctor appointments and possible hospital visits I am worried I won't be able to afford everything I want to get for all of my friends and family. Sorry everyone!
Through all of this Nolan is still the happiest baby. He has recently started smiling at anyone talking to him or even just passing by him. Through this sickness Nolan has kept that up. Bubby can be hacking up a lunch and when he is done will give you the biggest smile you've ever seen.
I love you bubby....