Nap wrap?

Monday, November 30, 2009

As I mentioned last week, I was wondering if Baby B was dropping her nap on the weekends for us. When we were in Oklahoma, The Husband and I tried an experiment to see if she really didn’t need her naps. We decided we’d give her an opportunity to sleep if she was showing signs of being tired, but as long as she wasn’t, she was allowed to stay up and visit with her cousins. We basically felt like we didn’t want to ruin the short visit with a daily two- or three-hour struggle to get her to nap if she was doing okay without them.

The good news: She did great without a nap.

The bad news: She did great without a nap.

I think our approach on weekends will be this. We’ll institute a quiet time (need to come up with a catchy name for this to make it sound more appealing…any ideas?) that she spends in her room, and it’s up to her what she chooses to do during that time, but she must spend the time in her room. If she doesn’t sleep, no big deal. I suspect sometimes she will, other times she won’t. I just want to make sure we give her the opportunity just in case she still does need it.

My only concern is that without a nap, she’s not getting the amount of sleep that’s recommended for her age, which can start to affect things other than just mood. So we’ll just keep an eye on things and reassess our approach later if needed.

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Today ends NaBloPoMo, and I was once again successful!! Hooray!

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Road warrior

Sunday, November 29, 2009

It took 15.5 hours to get to Oklahoma (split among Tuesday evening and until dinnertime on Wednesday).

And it took 17 hours (done in a single day) to return home yesterday. (Plus we lost an hour coming home, so it was that much later getting in.)

But we survived our 32.5-hour trek in the car.

We actually did more than just survive it. It went really well.

We left immediately after work and got into St. Louis on Tuesday night around 10:30 p.m. local time, checked into our hotel (thanks for the recommendation, Sarah! It was perfect!), and crashed for the night. (I keep telling everyone this, but I was floored that the St. Louis Arch is shiny. I always thought it was made of white concrete or stone on the outside and looked much like the Washington Monument [which I have seen in person and I know is not shiny!]. My whole sense of everything I know about the world has been shaken up by this discovery!)

We got up early on Wednesday morning, grabbed breakfast for the road, and got back to it by 7:30 a.m. We had packed a lunch of peanut butter sandwiches for all of us so we wouldn’t have to make (or pay for) a lunch stop on the way, and we finally made it to my sister’s house at 5:30 p.m.

We were there to visit my sister, her husband, and my two nieces, one of whom is three months old and we had never met before. The other will be 5 years old next month, and she and Baby B were thick as thieves after mere minutes together. (This wasn’t their first time together; they had met back in January.)

We enjoyed pizza that night and then the older girls took a bath together before it was time for stories and getting ready for bed. We visited with The Sister and The Brother-in-Law for a bit after the kids were asleep, but it had been a long couple of days, so we were in bed by 10:30 p.m. that night.

On Thanksgiving Day, we spent most of the time around the house, with the exception of all of us girls going for a walk during the afternoon (they had gorgeous weather while we were there: upper 60s/low 70s and sunny) while the boys watched a boy movie. I helped The Sister prepare our Thanksgiving dinner, and we enjoyed a nice meal together, thankful for the time we were able to spend together.

We did have a bit of a nontraditional moment when we all left the dinner table to go outside and watch the space station fly overhead. It was amazing to watch because there were two lights to see this time — because the space shuttle was docked with the space station as it was flying overhead! What a unique thing to see. It was awesome to see these two lights flying fast overhead, probably a hand’s width apart if you held your hand to the sky, giving you a sense of just how big these objects really are. We also watched the space station again on Friday night — and there was just one light this time because the space shuttle had landed earlier that day. Anyway, Thanksgiving dinner was nice, and we all went to bed with full bellies.

I didn’t really expect us to do much on Friday, so I was pleasantly surprised when we found enough to do to fill up the whole day. First we got a driving tour of their area, then we went to Lake Murray and drove around and took some pictures since again it was a gorgeous day.

Then we went to lunch at Braum’s, a local chain of burger and ice cream restaurants. (My only rule for going out to eat when traveling is that it can’t be anywhere that we have at home.) We went to a local park to let the girls play on the playground, then The Brother-in-Law suggested we go to Turner Falls, so we agreed we were up for it. (Baby B didn’t take a nap either day we were there — we didn’t even attempt it and she was fine — though probably more about that later in the week.)

Turner Falls was a very pleasant surprise. We weren’t expecting a $15 admission fee (total for the seven of us), but we learned it was well worth it when we found castle ruins to explore and a beautiful area around the waterfall itself. We even stayed long enough to watch the sunset over the falls, which was spectacular. I think everyone really enjoyed our trip to the falls.

We headed to the house to eat leftovers for dinner, and then we put the kids in their pjs and we went back to the park we’d been to earlier, which has a great Christmas lights display — for free (donations accepted) — that we drove through. That was very fun and something good to do that was seasonal.

Unfortunately, we had to hit the road early on Saturday morning, and we left their house by 7:30 a.m. We took turkey sandwiches to eat the road to save time, but we decided to picnic at a rest area in Missouri so we could let Baby B stretch her legs for a bit on the playground there. We also stopped for a sit-down dinner so we could take a good break and recharge for the rest of the drive home. So, I think we could have cut some time off our 17 hours yesterday, but I’m glad we made the stops we did because it made the drive much more tolerable for everyone.

Baby B was amazing in the car. Just wonderful. On the way there, we had a two small moments (one when she needed to go to sleep on Tuesday night and one when she needed to nap on Wednesday) where she was crying for about 20 minutes out of frustration, but aside from that, she was awesome. On the way there, The Husband sat in the backseat with her for a couple hours, but on the way back, she was alone in the backseat the whole time and managed to entertain herself.

Here is a great illustration of how good she was. I’m not really a fan of resorting to DVD players in the car for kids. I think there are plenty of other ways for kids to entertain themselves, and it seems like it’s a crutch for the parents in many cases. But since we had such a long drive, The Husband borrowed a DVD player from one of his coworkers, just in case we wanted to use it. I was glad we had it as an option and would have used it if needed, but I didn’t want to have that be the first thing she did in the car.

Well, the DVD player never left the trunk. On the way back it didn’t even occur to me that we had it until Baby B was already asleep for the night.

So how did she entertain herself so well for all that time? She spent a lot of time “reading” her books. She becomes so engrossed in those and totally immerses herself in them. But mostly it was to our advantage that Baby B is fully in the “why” and question stage, so she was constantly asking questions and asking follow-up questions and asking follow-up questions to her follow-up questions. Or we would start asking her a series of questions that would lead who knows where! It really was a lot of fun, and reminded me a lot of the car trips we used to take when I was a child.

The Brother-in-Law gave us their unused, spare GPS to have after he heard me talking about them when looking at the Black Friday ads. (They had bought one and then very soon after bought a car with built-in GPS, so they didn’t need this one. And no, I had no plans to shop that day; I just like to look at the ads.) GPS is one of those things that is like the video baby monitor: You don’t need it, but it’s a nice tool to have. This is a very basic model, but it got the job done, and it helped make our trip a little more fun too. We’ve named her Maggie (since it’s a Magellan brand), and Baby B quite often would say, “Good job, Maggie!” after she would give us directions.

It was a fantastic trip, and even though I wish we’d had more time there to visit, I’m glad we had the chance to go for the little time we had. It was a long drive, but well worth it. I love that we don’t shy away from difficult trips with Baby B, and I hope eventually it fosters a love of traveling within her.


Elf Dance 2009

Saturday, November 28, 2009

CLICK HERE to see our Elf Dance.


Bellies and socks

Friday, November 27, 2009

I love this video because I think it captures a lot as far as how much fun we like to have on an everyday basis. We are silly people. This was taken a few weeks ago at bedtime. (Her curling up in our laps for a story? Ha! Foreign concept in our house!)


The little things

Thursday, November 26, 2009

At first I hesitated to write a post about being thankful on Thanksgiving Day, because I don’t want to give the impression that this is the only day I’m thankful. And it’s certainly not just the big things (The Husband, Babyย  B, our health, good jobs, etc.) for which I am thankful.

So instead, I’ve decided to make a list (not all-inclusive, of course) of some of the smaller things for which I am thankful. Some serious, some silly, but all truthful.

Here we go:

*For Baby B being potty trained. NO MORE DIAPERS FOR HER!!!

*For a good sports bra.

*For finding purple ink pens in bulk (it’s what I use at work).

*For toffee-flavored ANYTHING. Yum.

*For networks that put TV shows on the Internet since we almost never watch TV anymore.

*For doorknob covers.

*For friends who know when to say, “Man, that SUCKS” and just leave it at that.

*For fondue.

*For awesome summer airfare.

*For a certain two-year-old who did GREAT on all our flights this year.

*All of us having swine flu already, so we don’t have to be paranoid about that now.

*For all the times Baby B lets us sleep in on the weekend.

*For all the times The Husband lets me sleep in on the weekend when Baby B wakes up earlier than we prefer.

*For finding an AWESOME babysitter.

*For lovely date nights with The Husband.

*For committing the time to keeping up with this blog and having a written history of our life with Baby B.


Wordless Wednesday: Precious cargo

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

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On the road again

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

The bags are packed, the car is loaded, and we’re ready to hit the road as soon as the workday is finished. We’ll drive the 5 1/2 hours (give or take) to St. Louis tonight and spend the night there, then get up early tomorrow and drive the rest of the 9 hours (again, give or take) to Oklahoma to visit my sister and her family for the holiday weekend. Of course, those are computer-estimated times and do not take into account Toddler Travel Time, so it remains to be seen what the actual final total will be. In any case, as long as everyone stays healthy, it should be a good trip.

I’ve made some posts ahead of time and scheduled them to post each day we’re gone, so as not to mess up my streak for NoBloPoMo.

Have a great Thanksgiving!


What’s in a name?

Monday, November 23, 2009

For a while now, Baby B has been giving names to things when we’ve prompted her to do so. Her stuffed dog is named Letter. Her fish are named Grandma and Marby (though only the latter remains with our family). She named her caterpillar Peanut Butter.

So it’s been a lot of fun to see her start naming things all by herself, without any prompting from us. Some of my recent favorites include:

  • Leeleeah
  • Ahleeyah
  • Ibey
  • Bobby

Yes, all these funny made-up names, then she tacks on Bobby to her rotation of favorite names. ๐Ÿ™‚

One of Baby B’s favorite things right now is to give names to random characters (and items) in her books that we read. I like to try and quiz her to see if she keeps the same names for the same people, or if she switches them at random. I’m often surprised by how much she keeps the same names she assigned the first time.

She sometimes likes to pretend we are mispronouncing the name, and she makes an effort to correct how we’re saying it. It reminds me of something my sister used to do when we were little. Her stuffed dog’s name was Spng. Here’s a typical conversation:

Sis: His name is Spng.

Me: Spng.

Sis: No, not Spng. Spng.

Me: Spng.

Sis: NO! It’s Spng. Not Spng.

Me: Spng.

Sis: Exactly!

Of course I’d been saying it the same way the whole time, and it was just a game that she used to get on my nerves. (Ah, sisters!) So I just play along when Baby B does the same thing because I know all she’s really doing is playing a game with us. Her own version of the name game.


Crap. No nap?

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Last weekend, Baby B nearly skipped both of her weekend naps. She played and read in her room, but didn’t go to sleep until really late, and thus didn’t sleep that long before we had to wake her up.

I thought the big reason was because she’d been away from daycare for two weeks, so she was out of her regular routine, and I was hoping that getting back on her regular routine would help. She napped fine this week at daycare, so I was hopeful this weekend would be good with naptime.

Not so much.

Yesterday she was in her room from 2 p.m. until we finally let her up at 5 p.m. because she wasn’t going to sleep. The Husband reported that she did not take a nap today, either.

Around age 4 seems to be when kids give up their nap on average, so I’m not ready to declare yet that she’s giving up her nap, but it’s not looking good based on the last few weekends.

Thing is, I’m not really freaking out about it; even if she doesn’t take a nap, we’re going to make sure she spends quiet time in her room to give her a chance to unwind. Even right now our basic theory is that as long as she stays in her room during naptime, we don’t care what she does. That is her time alone and that is our time alone.

Even when she doesn’t nap, she’s not extra grumpy or anything, and our efforts to make her actually sleep never succeed, so that’s what we’ve found works best for us. I find that, much like the food battle, the sleep battle is another that I’m not going to let myself get stressed over as long as she seems to be thriving and doing well.


Everyone puts their pants on one leg at a time (right?)

Saturday, November 21, 2009

A few nights ago, Baby B started crying out around 1:30 a.m., which is very unusual for her. I gave her a few minutes to see if she’d settle on her own, but her cry was pretty escalated, so I figured I’d go check on her. When I got to her room, I immediately suspected she was having a night terror. She was crying hysterically and thrashing all around her bed, lifting her hips and then convulsing her whole body after. I don’t know a ton about night terrors, but I do know enough not to wake them up. I quickly saw that touching her even a little escalated the thrashing, so I just laid there beside her and vowed to wait it out, calmly saying to her every once in a while, “Mommy’s here. Everything’s okay.”

But the screaming and crying weren’t getting any better. I knew in theory that she wasn’t sick, so I was still going with the night terror theory.

Until I looked down at her legs. Which I noticed were pinned together in one pant leg of her pajamas, making it so she couldn’t move her legs separately. Thus the thrashing around and screaming and crying.

Oh, I guess that would do it, huh?

Despite continued thrashing, I managed to get her pants off and then put them back on the right way. I asked her if that had made her scared, and she said in the saddest voice, “Yeah, it did.” She was still crying some, and she was asking for Daddy, so I went to get The Husband and he laid with her for a few minutes and she was asleep almost instantly.

So how did her legs get stuck in the pant leg? The Husband usually takes her to the potty around midnight before he goes to bed, just to make sure she stays dry all night long (and in an effort to eventually teach her to wake up on her own). He says he doesn’t think her pants were ever below her knees, but obviously they were, and he put them in the same pant leg when he pulled her pants up. He didn’t notice it then because he carries her back to her bedroom since she does the middle-of-the-night potty trip completely asleep.

Really it’s pretty funny that she ended up asking for him and being calmed by him, when he’s the one that caused the issue in the first place. ๐Ÿ™‚

So yes, we still put our pants on one leg at a time just like everyone else. We just put both legs in that first pant leg and never get around to the second one. ๐Ÿ™‚


Car talk

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Ack! This is one of those days where it’s 11:30 p.m. and I have no idea what I’m going to write about. One of those days where if I weren’t doing NaBloPoMo, I would just skip making a post.

But I have to start writing and post something before midnight. No one said it has to be an award-winning piece of writing, right?

It was nice to return to work (and daycare) for a full week this week after being off in some capacity for two weeks. We’re going to lay low this weekend, as we’re driving next week to Oklahoma to visit my sister and her family for Thanksgiving.

More than 14 hours in a car with a two-year-old?

Have we lost our minds?

Well, we tried booking plane tickets, but airfare was going to cost more than we were willing to pay for the three of us. I think Baby B is at an age where she can do this kind of trip better than, say, a year ago, so we’re going to attempt it. I actually think it will be fun. I spent most of my childhood doing long road trips with my family, and we always found ways to make the car time fun. With Baby B’s 2,001 questions (that’s just per hour, not per day), I suspect we won’t lack for things to talk about!


Toward maturity

Thursday, November 19, 2009

I was struck the other day by what a difference a year can make.

Last fall/winter, we were struggling with a couple of difficult toddler independence issues, mostly with getting into her car seat and putting on her coat. Eventually, it just became part of our normal routine; something we expected to happen, awful as it was.

Then I realized the other day that we haven’t had a battle for the car seat in a LONG time. She willfully climbs right in and can even almost strap herself in the entire way. Leaving daycare is a much more enjoyable experience now that it doesn’t involve her avoiding the car seat, me crying and pleading, and then me forcefully putting her in there. I open the door for her, she climbs in and does as much of the strapping in as she can, I finish the job for her, and the whole time we’re pleasantly talking about what kind of a day she had at school and how she can help when making dinner that night.

We finally solved the coat issues last year when we taught her how to put her coat on by herself, but I was a little afraid that once coat season arrived this year, she would begin to resist it again. But so far my fear has been unfounded, as she’s usually quite eager to put on her coat either before leaving the house or leaving daycare. And she even taught herself an additional way to put on her coat, putting the hood on her head and then putting her arms in the sleeves of the coat.

Both of those things got me thinking about how far we’ve come in just a year’s time as we’ve seen her mature. Of course, mature is a relative term when you use it in reference to a two-year-old and of course she’s not a perfect angel all the time, but the fact is there: she is maturing.

She’s maturing in how she deals with difficult situations.

She’s maturing in the kinds of questions she asks.

She’s maturing in how she processes information.

She’s maturing in the decisions she makes.

I love seeing the little girl she is becoming, right before my very eyes.


Wordless Wednesday: Into the swing of things

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

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Are you game?

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

One of the phrases heard most often in our house right now from Baby B is, “Do you want to play a game?” She’s all about playing games right now, including traditional things like throwing a ball back and forth and hide ‘n seek, but my favorite timess are when she makes up her own games.

Earlier tonight she said we were going to play The Vegetable Game. The rules of this game, according to her, were that we each picked some vegetables from the garden (the floor), then we were to take bites and spit them out. Then we had to go into the bathroom and get cotton balls and take turns cleaning each other’s faces.

At bedtime tonight, she said we were going to play The Catching Game. This was basically her version of “keepaway,” with her holding a teddy bear and running around the room while I tried to catch the bear. But once I caught the bear, the rule was that I had to hurry up and feed it honey because it was sick and needed to get better. (She got this from the fact that we gave her honey to control her cough when she was sick last week.)

Of course, being just two, Baby B often changes the rules of her games while we’re in the middle of playing, but we roll with it and even try to add our own rules to the games (at least as much as she’ll let us). I love to see some of the creative things that she can come up with as she learns to play in a more structured way. ๐Ÿ™‚


She’s going the distance

Monday, November 16, 2009

Because [she’s] racing and pacing and plotting the course,
[She’s] fighting and biting and riding on [her] horse.
[She’s] going the distance.

Um, so I signed up for another half-marathon.

Despite saying I had no desire to do so.

And despite saying that I can’t do winter training (primarily because of asthma that is aggravated by the cold).

And despite the fact that I’m going to have to go to work after the race (I can’t take off because it’s a pretty busy day).

But hear me out.

I learned this weekend that our city is holding its first-EVER half-marathon, which is kind of a big deal. There’s a big part of me that really wants to be a part of it, just to say I was there and participated.

I fully do not expect to equal or better my race time from Indianapolis. I’m going into this with much more relaxed expectations, to truly have fun with the experience. Of course I’ll still need to put in some good training time, which will have to be during the winter because the race is on March 28, but I’m not planning to go all out like I did before.

This is something I know I can do. I’ve done it before.

So when I paid my $50 this morning for registration, it didn’t feel like that big of a deal (but in a good way). As long as I keep the pressure off myself, I think this is going to be a good thing.

I’ll work now on coming up with some kind of modified training program to get me to race day in just more than four months.

(Wasn’t I just doing this?!)


The Door

Sunday, November 15, 2009

A few days after the Great Door Experiment Fail, Baby B started asking us again to not close her door all the way when going to bed at night and for naps. She assured us she would stay in bed, so we decided to give it another chance. She’s actually done pretty well overall, usually testing the limits two or three times (and seeing that we WILL shut her door if she leaves her room, which she doesn’t like a bit) before finally settling in bed. We still close her door at night — and, again, she can’t get out because we’ve got a doorknob cover on the inside of her door — because we’re not ready for her to roam the house and come wake us up, but it’s good to see progress in being able to trust her (somewhat) with her door open just a little bit. I know the whole thing is a learning experience for her with testing her temptation and self-control, so we’re trying to be patient as she learns these skills. We just have to give her the chance to learn these skills in a controlled environment and know that she’s going to make mistakes along the way.

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NaBloPoMo is officially halfway over today. So far so good!


I got a dre-e-ess

Sunday, November 15, 2009

November by the numbers

Friday, November 13, 2009

Cases of swine flu: 3

Trips to the doctor: 4

Full days at work for me: 1

Days at daycare for Baby B: 1

Times Baby B has watched Alice in Wonderland: 237 (approximately)


On the mend (part 3?)

Thursday, November 12, 2009

I think we might finally be moving past all these illnesses. Again. We did keep Baby B home again today because she looks so bad, and we’ll play it by ear for Friday.

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I had a dream a couple nights ago that we’d been gone from daycare for so long that they’d painted all the walls in the rooms a new color! By the time she returns on Monday (hopefully!!), it will be two weeks since Baby B was at daycare.

Quite a pricey illness considering we still have to pay for daycare even when she’s not there.

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Baby B’s teacher called this morning to check on her, and she let a bunch of the kids take turns talking to Baby B on the phone because she said they miss her a lot. It was so sweet to hear them talking about each other and hear Baby B say, “I miss you!”

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This morning I was drying my hair and Baby B came in to get a cotton ball. She got it wet in the faucet and started to leave the bathroom. I asked what she was doing, and she said, “I’m going to try to take the polka dots off my arm.”

If only it were that easy!


Wordless Wednesday: Roseola

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

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But wait! There’s more!

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

But that is not all! Oh no that is not all!

The Cat in the Hat

We thought for sure we were sending Baby B back to daycare this morning. We were just sure of it.

Until she woke up with a fever. Again.

And taking off her pajama shirt to take her temperature revealed an extensive rash primarily on her trunk but also on her arms, legs, and face.

I was returning to work for the first time in a week, so I said to The Husband, “Can you take her to the doctor this morning? I haven’t been to work in a week. I’ll try to come home at lunch and work from home if I can.” I called the doctor when they opened, and they had an immediate opening (I LOVE our doctor; they are always so good about getting us in quickly), so off Baby B and The Husband went to the pediatrician (again) while I went to work.

The diagnosis this time: roseola. Which totally explains the high fever from Saturday. Typically the rash doesn’t come until the fever goes away, but that’s not the case this time. The doctor said that her defenses were down from the swine flu, so this found her and took a good hold. Secondary infections are quite common when people get flu. Often it takes the form of pneumonia or other bacterial infection, but can also be something like this.

I got a lot of work done during the morning and was able to leave at noon to relieve The Husband. I ate lunch then got some work done, then Baby B and I took a good nap in the afternoon. She’s definitely still acting like her sick self, but hopefully by tomorrow she’ll feel more normal. We’ll have to keep her home again tomorrow; we’ll split the day. I have plenty of sick time available but have to show up a little to, you know, actually do some work, and The Husband wiped out his sick time available with last week’s illness. So our best solution is to continue splitting the days until Baby B returns to daycare. (Thankfully The Husband’s boss has been nice and offered to let him come in this weekend to work so he doesn’t have to use paid time off for today and tomorrow. Stinks to have to work the weekend, but it’s nice to be offered the opportunity to do that because he doesn’t have to do that.)

So that’s the latest report from here. We’ve been hit hard over the past week, and I hope it eases soon.


Pillow talk

Monday, November 9, 2009

What I woke up to over the monitor this morning:

“Daddy, where are you? I’ve been waiting for you all ni-ight!”

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After Baby B’s latest fever won the two of us an extra day at home today, I’m finally rejoining society and returning to work tomorrow. I can say I’m definitely ready. With a few small exceptions (mostly doctor trips), I’ve been stuck at home for a week, so I’m eager to branch out a bit. At least if anyone gets swine flu now, I can confidently say it was not from me.


On the mend, part 2

Sunday, November 8, 2009

We never had to make a trip to the ER last night, thank goodness. Baby B pretty much went to bed for the night around 6:30 p.m., and she woke up briefly once at 5:30 because she was thirsty (and drank quite a bit, which I definitely encouraged). Her fever went down signficantly as of when we went to bed, and she woke up this morning with a much lower fever (around 100). She’s acted much more like herself today, which was not the case yesterday. I’m hoping (for the second time now) that we’re all on the mend.


The other shoe? Oh, there it is

Saturday, November 7, 2009

I had a sneaking suspicion that Baby B’s short run with swine flu was too good to be true. She had a bad day on Tuesday but bounced back quickly and was pretty much normal by Thursday and Friday.

Then she woke up this morning with a fever around 101.

And her cough returned.

And by naptime, it had gotten up to 103.5, with Tylenol bringing it down to only 101 by 3 hours later.

Turns out this is a common thing with swine flu, where you think you’re better and then the symptoms come storming back, sometimes worse than before.

Baby B’s temperature at last check? 104.7. Highest ever in her life.

I called the weekend pediatric nurse, who wants to see if we can get it down via Motrin and Tylenol, but if we can’t keep it below 105 with fever reducers, we should call back to go to the ER. We should also go to the ER if she has her breathing distress symptoms or if she’s coughing constantly for 2 hours. I can tell you that we may be taking her to the ER even if her fever doesn’t reach 105. I understand they’re trying to keep unnecessary trips to the ER to a minimum, but not every case can wait until the next morning.

We’re keeping a very close eye on her this evening and overnight, and I will not hesitate to take her in if we can’t get this fever down significantly. This is not something to mess with in a child that has a history of respiratory ailments.

Keep your fingers crossed that we have this under control. It breaks my heart when she says things like, “I’m so sad because I’m so sick right now.”


Recovery

Friday, November 6, 2009

The Husband returned to work today, and it looks like I will be returning on Sunday (a day late, as I was supposed to work on Saturday because it’s our busiest racing weekend of the year, but my supervisor was able to get my Saturday shift covered so I could rest an additional day).

It will be nice to join the rest of society. I wonder what I missed this week. It’s all been a blur.


Pig ears

Thursday, November 5, 2009

I’m feeling a bit better today, though I’m still not close to 100%. Just better compared to the last few days. But I’ll take it. I’ve still got a lot of nasal and chest congestion, coughing, and now I’ve lost my voice since I’ve been coughing so much, but I’ve been upright most of the day, so that’s some improvement.Yesterday was the low point for me, and it was a pretty low one.

And let’s just say that Baby B had a real lunch and dinner today. Go me!

Baby B and I decided to spread our swine flu germs with others and kept our appointment with the ENT (way to go, Mom of the Year!) this morning. The doctor agreed that both with her history of ear infections and with three new ones within the last 3 1/2 months, Baby B is a candidate for repeat tubes. I have no hesitations regarding this decision, and her surgery will be on Monday, December 7. He said she still has a good chance of outgrowing the issue as she gets older; in fact, she has a 90% chance of outgrowing it in the next year alone. He said they can do permanent tubes, but that’s something that’s not something he does in kids this young. He said if she’s a teenager and still has these issues that it’s an option we can explore then. She had a hearing test while we were there, and it didn’t go well. One ear was borderline and one was below that, though both the audiologist and the doctor said it was likely due to the fluid currently in her ear. We’ve never had any concerns about hearing with her, so I suspect they’re right.

I’m just hoping that this illness is on its way out of our house. One good thing? No decisions needed about whether to get the H1N1 vaccine now.ย  (Though our decision had been to get it; it’s not available for Baby B’s age group at her pediatrician’s office yet, and the first flu clinic we could attend was on November 14. Looks like we’ll be free that morning now.)


Oink, oink

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Sorry, no Wordless Wednesday post today. And it’ll be a brief one, long enough so I can say I technically posted.

I’ll just get to the bottom line: I was confirmed for swine flu today, so the doctor is reasonably certain that’s what The Husband and Baby B have, too, even though their tests came back negative. (The tests have a very high false negative rate.)

Things are not well in our house. Thank goodness Baby B is self-sufficient in many ways (and can help too), but The Husband and I are incapacitated, and Baby B is eating meals of preztels and applesauce and oyster crackers and peanut butter for dinner the past two nights. She has watched the Pooh Heffalump movie at least 15 billion times each day because it means she’s getting into fewer things around the house. Today during her naptime, The Husband and I slept while she pretty much just roamed the house and brought us various things she found. We just didn’t have the energy to correct her.

Now have to try to get her to bed so we can eat and then get to bed ourselves. I’m not a baby when it comes to being sick, but this is rough.


Save us a seat

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

I think they need to save us our own seat in the pediatrician’s office, as we’ve been making a lot of trips there recently.

The Husband came down with something on Friday night and was not well the whole weekend. He stayed home from work on Monday and still was not well enough to go to work today. He never misses time from work, let alone two days, so you know it’s not good. Baby B had a slight runny nose on Monday morning, but she was completely fine to go to daycare. I started feeling a bit congested during dinner at a friend’s house on Monday night (I’d left The Husband and Baby B at home since I didn’t want them to spread what they had), and by the time I got home that night, I knew things weren’t looking good for me.

It hit the fan overnight last night. The Husband had a rough time with a fever. I was having issues with my nasal congestion and was up for about an hour doing stuff on the computer since I couldn’t sleep. Baby B slept well for most of the night though woke up coughing and with a fever around 5:30 a.m. I felt pretty miserable myself, but when you’re the parent who is the least bad off, then you’re the one in charge of caretaking duty. Not an easy position to be in.

Normally I don’t rush Baby B into the doctor at every sniffle or cough, but with the H1N1 paranoia this year and with her history of respiratory ailments and the fact that this flu is respiratory, I think it’s something we have to do.

Oh, did I forget to mention that on Monday evening we were told at daycare that there were two confirmed cases of H1N1 in Baby B’s classroom? Yeah. Her symptoms? Fever, cough, runny nose, congestion, and respiratory distress. Could be a basic cold or other virus, but also could be swine flu, so I knew I was going to have to take her in.

I showered and went to work around 6:30 a.m. so I could get a few things wrapped up there and I could be available to stay home today and tomorrow. (I’m scheduled to be off Thursday and Friday anyway.) I spent an hour getting work done and also began calling the doctor’s office at 7:30 a.m. when they open. I didn’t get through for 25 minutes, but I was able to secure a 9 a.m. appointment. I headed home and got Baby B dressed and put in the car for yet another trip to the pediatrician.

When we got there, they had masks at the entrance and asked those with flu-like symptoms to wear one. I knew Baby B was not likely to keep one on, but I tried anyway, and I was pleasantly surprised that she kept it on (after I wrapped the long string twice around each ear to keep it in place). We were called back pretty quickly and they immediately did the rapid flu swab to check for that. The doctor came in and talked to us and examined Baby B, agreeing that she did have flu-like symptoms and could see the test going either way. She also discovered yet another double ear infection — her third in almost 4 1/2 months — so I’ve got a consultation scheduled with the ENT on Thursday morning to discuss tubes again. Clearly this is becoming a pattern again, and it’s not even winter yet. I have no hesitations doing the tube surgery again if it’s something they would recommend for her.

Baby B’s rapid flu test came back negative, which is good on the one hand, but part of me was kind of hoping it would be positive and we could just treat it and move on. We left with antibiotics for the ear infection, and she went ahead and prescribed Flovent for Baby B because of her history of wheezing episodes with colds/viruses (and the fact that both of her parents are asthmatic).ย  We’ll keep her on that until her three-year checkup in January and see how she’s doing on it.

Baby B and I got home and she slept for a couple hours before getting up in time for lunch. I had to run back out to pick up her medicines, and by that time, a fever had me in its grasp and I was not feeling well at all. I came home, somehow managed to eat lunch in between shivers, and laid down with Baby B to try to get some more rest. I think my fever broke recently, but The Husband’s fever has come and gone over the past few days, so I’m not expecting it to be gone forever. I’m going to have to stop in at the office and pick up a few things to do at home, but at least for the actual work days I don’t need to be in the rest of the week, so that’s helpful and hopefully I will avoid contaminating my coworkers. I just hope I’m feeling better so I can take good care of Baby B. Thankfully The Husband seems to be on the mend for the most part, so that should help out quite a bit too.


Door experiment: FAIL!

Monday, November 2, 2009

Every night at bedtime we close Baby B’s door and she cannot get out of her room overnight because we’ve got a door knob cover on the inside of her door. This does make me a little nervous in case an extreme circumstance occurs that would require her to escape her room by herself, but I’m playing the odds and guessing that’s way less likely to happen than what we’re trying to prevent. Mainly we don’t want her to have the freedom to get up when she should be going to sleep (thus getting to sleep much later than intended), and I have no desire to be woken up by a three-foot-tall person sticking her fingers in my nose or staring at me from one inch away while I try to sleep.

Last night Baby B asked us to let her sleep with the door cracked open a little. We fully knew this was not a plan that would work, but we decided to take a chance and see what happened. Having no expectations of success made it much easier to watch the display that followed.

First Baby B would walk to her door and whisper a couple of times, “Is anybody out there?” We wouldn’t answer her, and upon hearing no answer she would proceed to our dining room, which is halfway between her bedroom and the living room where we were. She would sit in the dining room chair, then wiggle off head-first onto the ground. She would stand up and gradually inch closer and closer to the living room, craning her neck expectantly to see if we could see her. We could, of course, but we didn’t let on.

If she made any sort of noise or came into our obvious view, we would say something and make her go back to bed. But a couple times she wasn’t pushing it quite as much, yet she lingered right at the edge of the living room. So one of the times she did this, I thought I’d have a little fun.

To The Husband I said, “Gosh, I sure hope they don’t come and throw Baby B’s books away! I hear all her books are thrown away if she’s not in her bedroom with them.”

Her eyes got big, you could see the panic register on her face, and she bolted back to her room. Okay, maybe a little mean, but it worked (temporarily). We eventually had to lay down the law (as expected) and close the door, which she didn’t take very well. She cried and cried, and my plan was to let her cry however long it took her. The Husband suggested that he go in there, and I’m glad he did because he was able to calm her down and she went to sleep pretty soon after that.

It was just so amusing to witness her antics, as I could see her pushing her boundaries, both literally and figuratively. I remained more as an observer and stayed emotionally unattached to the situation, and I could see exactly what she was doing. It reminded me of all those times when my sister and I were supposed to be in bed but we would sneak to the end of the hallway and eavesdrop on what my parents were saying and doing. We never gained any “secret” information during our escapades, but we were just doing what kids do: testing those boundaries to see how far we could go. The sky is the limit.

Well, at least until you overhear your mom say that someone is going to throw away all of your books if you leave your room!


Go, go, NaBloPoMo!

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Today begins NaBloPoMo, the annual challenge to write a post every day in November, and I am ready to begin! This year will be quite a bit more difficult to complete the task as it is looking to be very busy at work during the month, and we’ll be traveling over Thanksgiving weekend with limited access to the computer. So you’ll have to forgive me if some posts are just pictures or just quick stories, but I know I’ll find some way to complete the goal.

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Yesterday morning, The Husband wasn’t feeling very well, so I was on Baby B duty by myself for the morning. She and I were both bored with activities around the house, so I bundled us up and we took a walk around the neighborhood. I love to see the kinds of things she noticed when we’re out, and I thought this was particularly sweet.

A storm the night before had made about half the leaves on the trees fall off, and Baby B noticed the difference in the leaves when we were out. Totally out of the blue, she said, “There’s a mouse that goes up in the trees.” A bit confused, I said, “A mouse? Did you see a mouse climb up the tree? Are you sure it wasn’t a squirrel or a bird?” She said, “No, it was a MOUSE! It climbs up the tree and shakes all the leaves down, and they go to the ground. See there?”

There are many facts of life that I’ll correct Baby B on; I truly believe she should be armed with accurate information that can help her as she learns about the world around her. But I also don’t want to burst her bubble when it comes to some of her magical explanations for things that are mysterious to her right now. She obviously won’t always think that mice are responsible for making the leaves fall to the ground, so I’ll let her have fun with things like this from time to time, interjecting the truth as it becomes more relevant.

There are certainly times that I wish I didn’t know as much about how the world works, and I envy that in Baby B right now. In a world where kids grow up way too fast, sometimes it’s nice to let kids be kids.