So I am in a funky mood right now. I don't know if it is because I found out some sad news from my dear friend about her pregnancy. I know that God is in control but I am just so sad because too many people in the last year have had so many problems with pregnancies. It breaks my heart to see my friends go through heartache.
It might be because Aiden will be one in two months and 19 days. I can't believe how incredibly fast this year has gone by. I am also sad because my goal was to have lost all the baby weight from my FIRST pregnancy by the time Aiden turned one. I lost all Aiden's weight super quick but good gosh it is hard to lose the weight from Tristan's pregnancy. Everytime I get going with doing good, I end up having fast food and feel as though I failed. It is really hard because almost every Tuesday and Thursday I get free food at work but it is always, and I mean always, fast food. Plus I just love soda but soda sure doesn't love me. I really need to do something new and different to lose weight because what I have been doing just isn't cuttin' it.
I also feel blah just cause. I think it's because things are changing that I thought wouldn't change but they are. I am feeling like a fish out of water and it isn't pleasant. I see things going on that I don't care for but there is nothing that I can do about it. Even if I said something, nothing would happen...especially if the person I am supposed to tell is doing the "thing" also. It makes me feel yucky. I wish things were different because the place they are happening at is the one place you wouldn't think it would happen at but yet is the number one place it happens at. Follow that?
Julian is in school. He is taking three classes (nine hours I think) and boy are they in depth. He has papers due out the whazoo. It's crazy. So crazy that he is going to need to be at library every moment he can be or stuck in our room studying/writing/etc. I know it needs to be done and I am totally for it but it is sad that I can't be with my best friend. I want to hug and kiss my husband but can't because he has to have his face stuck in books. I am telling myself to think of the end result and how wonderful it will be but I can't help but have some doubts. I think about what we are trying to achieve and you know what? I think we have it pretty good right now. It is WONDERFUL if Julian gets his degree so he can be a good example for our children but as far as getting a good job...whatever. He has a good job right now. We have nice things with almost no debt. We have been married three 1/2 years and only have one credit card with debt. Our house has nice furniture with all sorts of toys for our children. We are able to pay bills in advance with overpayments. Here is what I am worried about. I see men who have degree's and have all kinds of money (or at least put on a show that they do but I think they really have debt coming out their ears and are living on credit cards that are probably maxed out) but yet they work till all sorts of hours. They don't have time for their families. They don't have time for their marriages. They give all they have to their job so they can "provide" for their family yet never even see their family. They spent all their time going to school to be a better provider and then spend all their time working at a job that they went to school to get. The results...NO TIME WITH FAMILY. I don't want that for Julian. And Julian doesn't want that either. Right now he has a good job that pays enough for us and he is home by 4:30 and is able to take time off when needed with vacation time and benefits. I like where he is at and he does too. It's just right now he is going for other reasons that I don't want to say that make it worthwhile for now but it is just rough. Rough on him and rough on our boys. I am able to get by because I am a tough girl that makes things work no matter what. Julian and I have learned how much we love each other and how precious our time is. We are much more passionate with each other when we are together. We say I love you more and hug more and give kisses more often. Our boys are seeing loving parents and what it takes to make things work. That makes me happy but I just miss my husband.
So all these things in conjuction with each other make me blue. I had to get that off my chest. I am laying this all out there for the reason that if you are reading this and have felt any of these feelings before, you aren't alone. We all feel blue sometimes and we all have our own unique problems. Sometimes we just have to spit it out to get some healing, to make ourselves better. Writing them down is better than saying them face to face with someone. No one is judging me as I write my thoughts down and hopefully won't judge me after reading them. But with the mood I am in right now, I would throw someone to the curb if they judged me. I don't have time nor the patience to deal with people who judge others for how they feel.
So here is how I feel...not filtered in any way. These are my thoughts and I own them.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
My little man
Aiden went to the doctor last week adn got his nine month check up. He is growing up so fast. He is 28 1/2 inches long and weighs 15 lbs 10 oz. The doc is concerned about his weight being so low but Aiden shows no signs of being starved. He is a happy boy who has little chunk rolls on his legs and arms. He isn't cranky (other than when he is sick or teething) after eating as if he was still hungry. I told the doctor that he comes from a family of very small, petite people. His grandma isn't even five feet tall and his great grandma was just as small. His daddy isn't the biggest fellow around. The pediatrician wants us to go back to see him in four weeks to weigh Aiden and see some progress. Aiden also had a sinus infection but now a week later it is gone. Thank goodness for medicine is all I have to say on that.
So that is Aiden growing up sooooo fast. Tristan was 27 inches long and weighed 19 lbs. 10 oz. at 9 months. What a difference huh? Aiden is longer and skinnier than Tristan was. That's makes sense though because Aiden looks just like his daddy in face and body but Tristan looks more like me. Our body types are more similar than him and his daddy's.
I am happy to report that I have healthy, happy baby boys who are growing up right before my eyes into beautiful children.
So that is Aiden growing up sooooo fast. Tristan was 27 inches long and weighed 19 lbs. 10 oz. at 9 months. What a difference huh? Aiden is longer and skinnier than Tristan was. That's makes sense though because Aiden looks just like his daddy in face and body but Tristan looks more like me. Our body types are more similar than him and his daddy's.
I am happy to report that I have healthy, happy baby boys who are growing up right before my eyes into beautiful children.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Left Field
I am sitting here on the couch after a long day. All in all the day was good but Aiden is driving me nuts with the seperation anxiety. I never had that with Tristan. He only made a stink one time when we left him in the infant room at church. I wrote it down in his baby book because he never did that and I found it cute that day. But now, my goodness Aiden cries when I leave the room or I go out of his sight. It drives me bonkers. I was so stressed today trying to clean the house and get dinner cooked while keeping him occupied. Even Tristan got tired of hearing him cry. LOL. Sunday we were the shepherds for the walkers and Aiden cried in the infant room and I ended up having to get him and hold him the whole time. Good thing we had wonderful, well behaved kiddos in the walker room (yay Jayce and Hadley).
Julian and I wanted three babies. We dreamed of having at least three children maybe four. After today and the last couple of weeks I am thinking that two is just fine. I don't think that I am willing or able to do another baby like Aiden. I don't know how parents do it. Tristan was my exception to every rule in the book. He didn't cry a lot, he went to bed SOOOOOOOOOO easy, he ate wonderful, he was perfectly well behaved and just one of a kind. Aiden is textbook child to the T. He is everything the book says. He is my problem sleeping baby, crying baby, etc etc. I just don't know about having another one. If I knew they would be "easy" like Tristan was then I would have five more but that is just crazy to think about. And kuddos to all those parents out there with colicky babies. Holy moly I couldn't imagine.
Aiden goes to the doctor on Friday which is good because he has a cough. The kind from the chest that needs to be looked at. I hope he isn't sick like me (Bronchitis) but if he is, that explains a lot. That might/could be the reason for his excessive crankiness. I will find out soon. Tonight Aiden went down without a fuss but that is probably because he cried the whole time I was getting him ready for bed. He had boogies and I had to suck them out with the boogie suckie thing and he really did NOT like that. But he could breathe better afterwards. He also might be teething. Now that I think about it, Aiden has a lot going on right now and I should be more understanding to that. I just gave myself a lesson about being more patient by writing all this down. LOL. Shame on me for getting frustrated with him when he has reason to be cranky.
Tomorrow is new day with new possibilities and renewed patience and understanding. I love my boys and I will show them that.
Julian and I wanted three babies. We dreamed of having at least three children maybe four. After today and the last couple of weeks I am thinking that two is just fine. I don't think that I am willing or able to do another baby like Aiden. I don't know how parents do it. Tristan was my exception to every rule in the book. He didn't cry a lot, he went to bed SOOOOOOOOOO easy, he ate wonderful, he was perfectly well behaved and just one of a kind. Aiden is textbook child to the T. He is everything the book says. He is my problem sleeping baby, crying baby, etc etc. I just don't know about having another one. If I knew they would be "easy" like Tristan was then I would have five more but that is just crazy to think about. And kuddos to all those parents out there with colicky babies. Holy moly I couldn't imagine.
Aiden goes to the doctor on Friday which is good because he has a cough. The kind from the chest that needs to be looked at. I hope he isn't sick like me (Bronchitis) but if he is, that explains a lot. That might/could be the reason for his excessive crankiness. I will find out soon. Tonight Aiden went down without a fuss but that is probably because he cried the whole time I was getting him ready for bed. He had boogies and I had to suck them out with the boogie suckie thing and he really did NOT like that. But he could breathe better afterwards. He also might be teething. Now that I think about it, Aiden has a lot going on right now and I should be more understanding to that. I just gave myself a lesson about being more patient by writing all this down. LOL. Shame on me for getting frustrated with him when he has reason to be cranky.
Tomorrow is new day with new possibilities and renewed patience and understanding. I love my boys and I will show them that.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Recap
Wow it has been forever since I posted anything on here. Here is a recap of things that have been going on.
Christmas was great. The boys got all sorts of toys that made me go into rotating mode with their old toys. I had to get rid of toys to make room for the new toys. Julian and I are going to attempt a garage sale next Saturday, so we shall see how that goes. We have been trying for about two months now to have one but something always comes up and we postpone it. For some reason though I can't seem to part with any of their clothes. I just get all mushy inside when I look at the little itty bitty sizes of newborn and 0-3 month clothes and just can't part with them.
My birthday was okay. It wasn't the best but when you get older the pizazz of birthday's just aren't the same as when you were younger. Julian's mom came into town on my birthday to stay with us for a week. That was a great visit. She had strep throat when she arrived so that FREAKED me out but no one got it. The funny thing is, when she left is when we all got sick with just the common cold that won't go away..two weeks later. UGH. Anyhow, my family went to Brio and enjoyed some delicious food. I had a great time there with my loves ones and Julian surprised me with a Nook for B&N. I haven't received it yet but I am excited for when it ships.
While my MIL was here we went to Disney Live at the Toyota center and Tristan had a blast. That is the first event that we have taken him too really. I wanted to take him to an Imagination Movers concert thing but I was a week late. Oh well. We have taken him to the museum and stuff but nothing Disney. Julian has been talking about taking him to one of those things since he found out we were going to be parents. LOL. It only took two years but we got there. Aiden had a good time also. He loves it when Tristan smiles and laughs. That makes him smile and laugh. It warms my heart to see them smile and laugh together. LOVE it.
You know what we did New Years Eve? NOTHING. Not a darn thing. Gosh, we are old. LOL. Maybe next year we can live it up.
I am sick and trying to get over this darn cold that just won't go away. The boys were sick for a week and that was very hard. Both boys being sick at the time was very stressful. I wanted to pull my hair out. There was one night were I truly kept going from Tristan's room to Aiden's room all night long. I didn't go to bed till about 4:30 am. Everytime one child cried the other would start and then I had to hold both till they calmed down but had to keep them separated and they kept wanting to be with each other. That was very very hard on me. I would spend ten minutes in Tristan's room and then go spend ten minutes in Aiden's room. Julian wanted to help me but the boys wanted ONLY me. They would not accept Julian's help. Weird.
Tristan is doing fantastic. He is so grown up now. He knows tons of shapes and colors and can count to ten and sing songs. He loves to read and be read too. He tries to "read" to Aiden and Aiden just sits there and soaks it all up. We played our first game with Tristan. They are these plastic Oreos that stick together by matching different shapes. He has to find the matching shapes and put them together. Well, he pulls one half of the cookie from the jar and if it matches what he has he puts them together. It teaches him patience also. We had lots of fun with the "cookie game" as he calls it.
Aiden is doing fantastic also. He is crawling all over the house and is trying to talk now. It is sooooooooo cool watching him talk. He is truly trying to talk...not just say mama or dada but make a sentence. He voice goes up and down and he makes facial expressions and the whole nine yards. I think it is from listening to all of us talk. He hasn't said his first word yet but he is close. I almost hear dada the other day. Almost. He is cruising now also. Walking is right around the corner. We go for our nine month check up next Friday. I am anxious to see how much he weighs. The Dr. was concerned last time we went because Aiden was so small. Julian and I were both small babies though so I was worried. I just said that everything was fine that Aiden didn't seem hungry or sad or lacking in any way so he shouldn't be worried either. I am still nursing Aiden which a huge deal for me. My goal was to do it for a year because I had to stop at 4 months with Tristan. I am struggling a bit right now though because my supply has gone down and Aiden's appetite has gone up. He refuses formula. REFUSES it. I am working on upping my supply. I also make his baby food which is something I wanted to do with Tristan but never did.
If I remember I will post Aiden's stats next week. I love seeing how he grows and then comparing them to Tristan's. Aiden is much lighter than Tristan was at this age, that much I know but I think they are around the same length wise. We will find out next week.
Christmas was great. The boys got all sorts of toys that made me go into rotating mode with their old toys. I had to get rid of toys to make room for the new toys. Julian and I are going to attempt a garage sale next Saturday, so we shall see how that goes. We have been trying for about two months now to have one but something always comes up and we postpone it. For some reason though I can't seem to part with any of their clothes. I just get all mushy inside when I look at the little itty bitty sizes of newborn and 0-3 month clothes and just can't part with them.
My birthday was okay. It wasn't the best but when you get older the pizazz of birthday's just aren't the same as when you were younger. Julian's mom came into town on my birthday to stay with us for a week. That was a great visit. She had strep throat when she arrived so that FREAKED me out but no one got it. The funny thing is, when she left is when we all got sick with just the common cold that won't go away..two weeks later. UGH. Anyhow, my family went to Brio and enjoyed some delicious food. I had a great time there with my loves ones and Julian surprised me with a Nook for B&N. I haven't received it yet but I am excited for when it ships.
While my MIL was here we went to Disney Live at the Toyota center and Tristan had a blast. That is the first event that we have taken him too really. I wanted to take him to an Imagination Movers concert thing but I was a week late. Oh well. We have taken him to the museum and stuff but nothing Disney. Julian has been talking about taking him to one of those things since he found out we were going to be parents. LOL. It only took two years but we got there. Aiden had a good time also. He loves it when Tristan smiles and laughs. That makes him smile and laugh. It warms my heart to see them smile and laugh together. LOVE it.
You know what we did New Years Eve? NOTHING. Not a darn thing. Gosh, we are old. LOL. Maybe next year we can live it up.
I am sick and trying to get over this darn cold that just won't go away. The boys were sick for a week and that was very hard. Both boys being sick at the time was very stressful. I wanted to pull my hair out. There was one night were I truly kept going from Tristan's room to Aiden's room all night long. I didn't go to bed till about 4:30 am. Everytime one child cried the other would start and then I had to hold both till they calmed down but had to keep them separated and they kept wanting to be with each other. That was very very hard on me. I would spend ten minutes in Tristan's room and then go spend ten minutes in Aiden's room. Julian wanted to help me but the boys wanted ONLY me. They would not accept Julian's help. Weird.
Tristan is doing fantastic. He is so grown up now. He knows tons of shapes and colors and can count to ten and sing songs. He loves to read and be read too. He tries to "read" to Aiden and Aiden just sits there and soaks it all up. We played our first game with Tristan. They are these plastic Oreos that stick together by matching different shapes. He has to find the matching shapes and put them together. Well, he pulls one half of the cookie from the jar and if it matches what he has he puts them together. It teaches him patience also. We had lots of fun with the "cookie game" as he calls it.
Aiden is doing fantastic also. He is crawling all over the house and is trying to talk now. It is sooooooooo cool watching him talk. He is truly trying to talk...not just say mama or dada but make a sentence. He voice goes up and down and he makes facial expressions and the whole nine yards. I think it is from listening to all of us talk. He hasn't said his first word yet but he is close. I almost hear dada the other day. Almost. He is cruising now also. Walking is right around the corner. We go for our nine month check up next Friday. I am anxious to see how much he weighs. The Dr. was concerned last time we went because Aiden was so small. Julian and I were both small babies though so I was worried. I just said that everything was fine that Aiden didn't seem hungry or sad or lacking in any way so he shouldn't be worried either. I am still nursing Aiden which a huge deal for me. My goal was to do it for a year because I had to stop at 4 months with Tristan. I am struggling a bit right now though because my supply has gone down and Aiden's appetite has gone up. He refuses formula. REFUSES it. I am working on upping my supply. I also make his baby food which is something I wanted to do with Tristan but never did.
If I remember I will post Aiden's stats next week. I love seeing how he grows and then comparing them to Tristan's. Aiden is much lighter than Tristan was at this age, that much I know but I think they are around the same length wise. We will find out next week.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
broken
This morning I went to Target to do some Christmas shopping. I found what I was looking for easily and told Julian that I would take the boys with me to get my glasses adjusted while he checks out. I needed my glasses tightened because Aiden seems to like to grab them and make them become loose on my face. So off me and the boys went to the eye part of Target. They took my glasses and went to town fixing them. The tech guy gave them to me to try them on and see how they fit. I put them on and thought to myself "this feels perfect". He looked at me and said that he needed to do the right side of them a little bit more. My instinct said keep them but my body took them off my face and gave them to the tech. Next thing I knew I heard "crack". Mind you I can't see a darn thing because I am practically blind. I hear Julian (who came in the shop but I apparently didn't see because I had no eyes) let out his breath in a bad way. I squint my eyes and see my lens cracked completely in half. I am surprised that I didn't just lose it right then and there. I was very polite and didn't yell or anything. I just let him tell me that he was sorry and that he would order me a pair of glasses to replace them. The bad part is I have no replacement pair at home to hold me over until the new pair come in. I have on old pair but they give me a huge headache. ugh. So now I have to wear an old pair that I can't see that well with that gives me a headache until the Monday after next week. ugh again. I am glad that I wasn't rude to the guy or anyone else. But now that I have spent all day wearing a pair of glasses that aren't right for me I am highly annoyed and agitated. I just want to see correctly and not have a headache.
At least I got some of my Christmas shopping done though.
At least I got some of my Christmas shopping done though.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Tristan and the ER
I think I experienced the scariest moment of my life as a mother. On Monday night/ Tuesday morning Tristan woke up coughing very badly and it sounded different. The weird part is that I am always the one who hears the kids during the night if they cry or cough or make any noises and that night Julian is the one who heard him. I felt Julian get out of bed and then I heard Tristan crying hysterically and trying to breathe. I went into his room to see what was going on because Tristan always wants Momma when he isn't feeling well. Julian was sitting on his bed holding him to calm him down. We at first thought he couldn't catch his breath due to him crying so hard. We took him to the living room and that was when I said something was terribly wrong. Tristan was trying so hard to get air into his lungs but just couldn't. I was so scared.
I looked into Julian's eyes and said "Doctor, right now! I think he has croup." I had never heard of croup until last year when my friend's son ended up getting it around Christmas time. She said that his cough sounded like a bark or seal. That was what Tristan sounded like only worse because he couldn't catch his breath. I got nervous. So Julian got dressed in negative three seconds and was out the door with Tristan. I knew that Tristan was going to be scared and he didn't have his Mi-ah (the name for his blankie) so I went to get it from his bed and ran out the door to the car to give it to him. Julian said that I should be the one taking him to the hospital because I calm him down when he is nervous and I know his medical history. I knew that was smarter than Julian taking him but I was no way going to take Aiden to the hospital with who knows what kind of germs there. So I got dressed faster than I have ever done anything in my life and off we went to the ER.
Now my neighborhood is very strict with their speed limit. We live all the way in the back of it and the speed limit is 35 almost all the way except for the front where there is a pool and playground. The speed limit changes to 25 and I am not kidding when I say that there is ALWAYS a cop waiting to pull you over if you are even one mile per hour over the limit. Well I didn't give a hoot about speed limits or cops. I sped the entire way out of my neighborhood. God was with me because not only was there not a cop around (unheard of) but we didn't have any traffic lights or traffic period. I drove about 85 down the freeway to Kingwood Drive and then sped on the feeder till I got to the hospital.
When we got there, we signed in and were seen very quickly. The funny part is Tristan stopped having trouble breathing when we got there. I thought to myself I should just turn around and go home so that way we wouldn't be charged. But I didn't turn around, I had to make sure my precious son was okay. While Tristan was getting looked at (temperature taken and some thing that tests the amount of oxygen going through his body) he was smiling and talking to me. He was so good. He had a raspy voice but he was very alert and snuggly. He was also VERY happy to have his mi-ah. The nurse said that he was getting oxygen so his breathing was good and he didn't have a temp. We then went back to the ER and proceeded to have x-rays done. He was soooooooo good. I can't tell you how wonderful he did. He sat so still and was so polite to the nurses. He even said thank you after each picture they took...on his own. I did not tell him to say that. It was precious. They thought that was so cool also. So after x-rays we had to go into the room we were assigned and wait for the results. They did a flu check (negative) and gave him a steriod shot (which really helped the swelling go down in his throat). He didn't like the shot but who would? I told him he was going to get a prick on his leg and that it would hurt for a bit but be better for him in the long run. The nurse guy that was in there (all I could think about was Greg Focker) said that he was proud of me for telling Tristan the truth about the shot. I guess lots of parents say that the medicine is candy and then the kids go home and eat/drink all the medicine in the house thinking it's candy.
So after the shot and flu check we just waited for about an hour and then the doc came in and said it was croup. Croup is a viral infection of the trachea and voice box. Oh yeah...Julian met us at the hospital right after the shot. That helped take Tristan's mind off the pain from the shot. I am so proud of my Tristan for being so cooperative. He didn't cry (except for the shot) the whole time we where there. So I was given papers on how to handle croup and then we headed home.
The next night (last night) was supposed to be bad also from what the Dr. said and the books said. He slept all through the night without a peep. He hasn't had any signs of being sick whatsoever. I am still giving him his medicine but so far so good. Just that one bad night and I am glad that I stayed to get him looked at. Just in case.
So that was our experience with Tristan and the ER. Our first trip to the hospital. I was scared silly but surprisingly remained calm and made sure my first born was okay. I love that boy with all that I am and would go to the ends of the earth for him.
In case you are wondering, my mom came to our house so Julian could make it to the hospital with us. I am thankful for both my mom and my husband. Thank you mom for watching my Aiden and thank you Julian for coming to be with us. You are my calm in the storm and I love you.
I looked into Julian's eyes and said "Doctor, right now! I think he has croup." I had never heard of croup until last year when my friend's son ended up getting it around Christmas time. She said that his cough sounded like a bark or seal. That was what Tristan sounded like only worse because he couldn't catch his breath. I got nervous. So Julian got dressed in negative three seconds and was out the door with Tristan. I knew that Tristan was going to be scared and he didn't have his Mi-ah (the name for his blankie) so I went to get it from his bed and ran out the door to the car to give it to him. Julian said that I should be the one taking him to the hospital because I calm him down when he is nervous and I know his medical history. I knew that was smarter than Julian taking him but I was no way going to take Aiden to the hospital with who knows what kind of germs there. So I got dressed faster than I have ever done anything in my life and off we went to the ER.
Now my neighborhood is very strict with their speed limit. We live all the way in the back of it and the speed limit is 35 almost all the way except for the front where there is a pool and playground. The speed limit changes to 25 and I am not kidding when I say that there is ALWAYS a cop waiting to pull you over if you are even one mile per hour over the limit. Well I didn't give a hoot about speed limits or cops. I sped the entire way out of my neighborhood. God was with me because not only was there not a cop around (unheard of) but we didn't have any traffic lights or traffic period. I drove about 85 down the freeway to Kingwood Drive and then sped on the feeder till I got to the hospital.
When we got there, we signed in and were seen very quickly. The funny part is Tristan stopped having trouble breathing when we got there. I thought to myself I should just turn around and go home so that way we wouldn't be charged. But I didn't turn around, I had to make sure my precious son was okay. While Tristan was getting looked at (temperature taken and some thing that tests the amount of oxygen going through his body) he was smiling and talking to me. He was so good. He had a raspy voice but he was very alert and snuggly. He was also VERY happy to have his mi-ah. The nurse said that he was getting oxygen so his breathing was good and he didn't have a temp. We then went back to the ER and proceeded to have x-rays done. He was soooooooo good. I can't tell you how wonderful he did. He sat so still and was so polite to the nurses. He even said thank you after each picture they took...on his own. I did not tell him to say that. It was precious. They thought that was so cool also. So after x-rays we had to go into the room we were assigned and wait for the results. They did a flu check (negative) and gave him a steriod shot (which really helped the swelling go down in his throat). He didn't like the shot but who would? I told him he was going to get a prick on his leg and that it would hurt for a bit but be better for him in the long run. The nurse guy that was in there (all I could think about was Greg Focker) said that he was proud of me for telling Tristan the truth about the shot. I guess lots of parents say that the medicine is candy and then the kids go home and eat/drink all the medicine in the house thinking it's candy.
So after the shot and flu check we just waited for about an hour and then the doc came in and said it was croup. Croup is a viral infection of the trachea and voice box. Oh yeah...Julian met us at the hospital right after the shot. That helped take Tristan's mind off the pain from the shot. I am so proud of my Tristan for being so cooperative. He didn't cry (except for the shot) the whole time we where there. So I was given papers on how to handle croup and then we headed home.
The next night (last night) was supposed to be bad also from what the Dr. said and the books said. He slept all through the night without a peep. He hasn't had any signs of being sick whatsoever. I am still giving him his medicine but so far so good. Just that one bad night and I am glad that I stayed to get him looked at. Just in case.
So that was our experience with Tristan and the ER. Our first trip to the hospital. I was scared silly but surprisingly remained calm and made sure my first born was okay. I love that boy with all that I am and would go to the ends of the earth for him.
In case you are wondering, my mom came to our house so Julian could make it to the hospital with us. I am thankful for both my mom and my husband. Thank you mom for watching my Aiden and thank you Julian for coming to be with us. You are my calm in the storm and I love you.
Oh, the pain!
Yesterday I had a dentist appointment to fill two cavities. I haven't had a cavity in ten years and all the sudden I have two of them. Technically though they are filling three because my old one is cracked or something so they have to fix it. Anyhow, so yesterday I had my mouth numbed and I hated it. Hated it. I couldn't feel anything in my mouth. I bit my tongue and lip and cheek. OUCH. The horrible part was that they didn't drill my tooth correctly. They left this extremely jagged edge that made it to where I couldn't close my mouth properly. I couldn't eat anything because my jaw didn't align correctly. Something so small, like a piece of tooth, made my entire jaw and mouth hurt for 24 hours. I had to go today to get it fixed. Thank goodness it didn't take but three minutes for them to fix it and now all is good but I was miserable. Julian got home from school and immediately knew I wasn't feeling well. He felt the jagged tooth and told me I better get it fixed asap. Good thing I listened to him.
The sad part is I have to go back for the second cavity in a few weeks and get all numb again. boo hoo.
The sad part is I have to go back for the second cavity in a few weeks and get all numb again. boo hoo.
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