Holden Gets Sick

So, Saturday was such a busy day! I went shopping all morning/afternoon for new pants (yeah, my pre-preg pants are gonna have to stay safely packed away for now) and in the evening we went over to the in-law’s for a family dinner. It was so hot (from all the people and the doors being open) and H was passed from one set of arms to the next, I barely got to hold him unless I was nursing him! (to be fair, he is a cutie!)

Gammy C soothing sick baby H

When we got home late Sunday night, Rob went immediately up to bed and I nursed H again. As I was getting ready to swaddle him, I noticed he still felt really hot, even after the cool car ride and coming home to our cool house. I decided I should take him temperature to be safe, and sure enough it was 101.5. Well, of course I bounded up the stairs to wake up Rob and call the nurse on call (and consult twitter of course) and she said to call her if after a cool bath and Tylenol his fever went up. Well, we bathed his head in cool water, and gave him some Tylenol and his fever went down. So he went between Rob and I and we all fell asleep. When the alarm went off for our next dose of Tylenol, I noticed that H felt even hotter. Sure enough, he fever was now up to 102.5. Another call to the nurse and she informed us that we needed to go to the hospital. So off we went.

At the hospital
We drove down to Scottish Rite, about 35 minutes away. They took a urine sample by catheter and some blood and mama almost had a melt-down. So did baby! All came back negative, so it was decided that he must have a virus. We were told to push fluids, make sure he kept having wet diapers and to give him Tylenol every 4 hours. Well, poor H was so unhappy and fussy all the rest of Sunday! He barely slept at all! Finally, Monday morning, mama made a discovery. She FINALLY (to be fair, mama was severely sleep-deprived at the time) noticed that H would be happy and fine, but that when she tried to make him eat he would suddenly start screaming! So mama looked in his mouth and discovered blisters. A Google search later, and it was determined that he had hand, foot and mouth disease. I called the pediatrician’s office as soon as it opened, and my suspicion was confirmed.

Feeling a bit better & wide awake

So, now we wait. Apparently HFMD can last up to a week or more. I really hope that it doesn’t. It breaks my heart to see H feeling so unwell! At least I got the ok to make him up some ‘magic mouthwash’ to coat the inside of his mouth with; so far it has dulled the pain enough for him to be willing to nurse with a weak suck immediately following an application. This makes mama’s life a LOT easier and definitely makes mama worry a lot less than when H refused to nurse! Not that I can blame him!

sucking on mesh feeder of frozen banana & breastmilk
Looking back, I’m not really certain that it was really necessary for us to have to drive H all the way to the ER super-early Sunday morning. When the ER doctor was talking to us, he didn’t even seem concerned about temperature. I really feel like the nurse on call should have told us to wait an hour or so and see if the dose of Tylenol and a cool bath would bring down his temperature. I mean, he had had a fever for less than 7 hours when we were told to go to the ER. This would have saved us a lot of worry, time and gas money and H a lot of pain as he wouldn’t have been subjected to catheterization and having blood drawn. Especially since the Tylenol and cool bath I gave him while waiting for the nurse’s call back *did* bring his temp down; when we arrived at the ER his temp was down to 100. I understand being concerned, but if the Tylenol and the bath do their job, is there really any reason to rush to the hospital?

I’m not quite sure there is. And at the time I kindof thought so too, but if the nurse tells you to go to the ER you (at least I did) feel like you have to or you’re being a bad parent. At any rate, I feel like I learned a lesson: the next time H has a fever, I will definitely give Tylenol & a cold bath to see if that lowers his fever first before calling the nurse for advice.

Oh, yeah. And guess which super-lucky mama caught HFMD from her baby? Yep, it was me. FML

8 Weeks to a Better Me: Week Three

So, I’m sure you’re wondering how last week went? Once again it was 70-30. I definitely ate healthier – no chips, lots of fruit and veg. I’ve actually been consuming fresh fruit like it’s going out of style! Well… I did consume a lot of pie… but it was blueberry, so it was healthy! ;-) The yard is looking loads better. The husband and I worked on it on Tuesday and Wednesday. The side yard is cut & weeded, the flower boxes are cut and weeded and have marigolds, three tomato plants, one wonder pepper and one jalapeno pepper plant! We bought some pots for herbs, but the only one we’ve bought so far is basil. The other herbs at the gardening store had seen better days. And it’s rained every day since we planted, so I haven’t had to water!

I unfortunately haven’t gone on a single walk. I always mean to, but when H wakes up at 5:30 or 6:30 I’ve been so sleepy I just pull him into bed in between husband and myself, and nurse him lying down so we can both fall back asleep for a few hours. Then, we usually wake up around 8 or 8:30 where I *intend* to take a walk, but after I nurse, change H, make myself breakfast and coffee I just can’t seem to muster up the energy to walk back upstairs to get dressed, let alone go on a walk.

So, I am going to put ‘Go on a walk in the morning’ as one of my goals again this week, and hopefully I can overcome my laziness and accomplish it! So for this week, there are only two new goals:

1. Get dressed! I think this will definitely help me accomplish going on a walk, since getting dressed is half the battle! I know it’s comfy-cozy to stay in my jammies all day, but I think it really would make me feel better - and push me to be more productive - if I got dressed for the day. I’m not saying I have to put on makeup or do my hair or anything, just putting on jeans and a t-shirt will suffice – anything except pajamas or a robe!

2. Start thinking positively instead of griping or worrying! Husband always gets onto me because I am forever ‘what-if’-ing. Or as he likes to call it: only paying attention to or worrying about the bad stuff. For example, instead of being depressed that I don’t have a car anymore and therefore can’t really go anywhere, just be happy that I have a nice house to be confined in and a neighborhood pool that is a short walk away when I can’t stand being cooped up anymore. If you think nice thoughts, then nice thoughts will come your way! Or so I’m hoping at least!

Sour Cream Blueberry Pie

I love to bake and cook. And when I got pregnant I was terrified that I wouldn’t be able to do it anymore. “You won’t have time!” people said to me. Well, I decided that *I* would have time to bake, if I had to sacrifice a clean house to have freshly baked cookies then so be it! I remember when H was a 2-3 weeks old, and people would tell me “Nap when he naps!” Well, I may have been tired as all get out, but I baked when he napped! There was one time I was in the middle of making chocolate chip cookies when he woke up from his nap. Well, I picked him up, cradled him in my arm and somehow still managed to roll dough into balls and place 'em on the cookie sheet! We all have our priorities, I suppose!

It’s a bit easier now. I can put H’s Bumbo on the counter and he can watch me cook or bake while he watches me or bangs his plastic spoon I gave him. I like to think he’s practicing for when he gets to help me stir! I’m not gonna lie, sometimes he is not happy at all that I am paying more attention to the food than to him. Those days, I must admit I feel a little bit guilty. Is baking a pie or making ice cream, etc more important than spending time with my baby? No it’s not. But I do believe that it’s important as a mom to do something every day that makes you happy, and baking or cooking is that for me.

I made a delicious Sour Cream Blueberry Pie for my book club yesterday. Today, it was all gone! My bff Erica, who doesn’t even really like blueberries, at two pieces so it must be good! And my mom snagged the last piece when she came to visit me this afternoon. So, as hubby hadn’t yet had a chance to savor a slice, I of course *had* to make another one today. Besides, blueberries are on sale anyway! This pie is so delicious! The crumb topping is my favorite; it’s so crunchy-crispy. I made it finer today, when I took the photo. I think I might like it a bit better like I made it yesterday, more of a chunky consistency – it’s up to you! But trust me… you’re gonna wanna go ahead and bake two pies!




Sour Cream Blueberry Pie

Pie:
Pie crust
3 cups blueberries
1 cup granulated sugar
1/3 cup flour
1/2 cup sour cream
Pinch salt
Freshly grated nutmeg, to taste

Topping:
½ cup granulated sugar
½ cup flour
4 T butter
Freshly grated nutmeg, to taste

Preheat oven to 350 f. Place pie shell in pie plate & blueberries in pie shell. In a small bowl, mix together the flour, sugar, salt, nutmeg, eggs, and sour cream. Beat until creamy. Pour over the blueberries. In another medium bowl, cut the butter into the sugar, flour and nutmeg until it resembles either large peas (my preference) or corn meal and sprinkle over the top of the pie. Bake for 50 minutes, then turn up the heat to 425 and bake for 5-10 minutes more or until the top is golden.

8 Weeks to a Better Me: Week 2

So, I know you’re all wondering how I did on my goals last week. I’m going to say I did 70-30. I took a TON of pictures. So that’s a big fat check. But, I didn’t write as much as I should have. Of course, not all of the blame for that rests on my shoulders: on two of my writing days the freaking power was off! - for more than 4 hours one time, and around 9 hours the other time. Ridiculous! I did, however, manage to write for three of the 5 days, which is more than I’ve managed lately so, ‘Go me’! On the cleaning front I think I did fairly well. I’ve been keeping up with the dishes, and the tidying and the laundry! I didn’t clean the upstairs bathrooms yet, but to be fair, that was planned for yesterday when the power went off. Weekly recap: I am a work in progress!

So, here are my goals for this week:

1. Start taking a walk in the morning: a) this will give me some much needed exercise, and b) give Lobo Fluff some much needed exercise. Also, it would probably be kind of nice, like meditation time.

2. Eat healthier! I don’t just mean eat healthier foods, because I do that pretty well already. But I need to make more of an effort to eat fewer sweets. As delicious as ice cream and brownies are for breakfast/lunch, and even though, yes, I made them myself, they’re not exactly healthy to eat as one of your main meals! In that same vein, just because the box of crackers is organic & all natural, it doesn’t mean that I should eat the whole damn box: portion control!

3. Work in the yard. Our yard is so gross right now. And it used to be so beautiful! 2 years ago Rob redid it for me for my birthday, but this year I have really let it go to seed. Not good. And I can spout off a lot of excuses: I have H now, Rob is never home, I’m terrified of bugs, it’s So Damn Hot!, etc., but really the only valid excuse is laziness. Ok, and the bugs one is a valid excuse! It’s healthy to be outside and get some vitamin D, for myself and H, and it’ll give me some exercise. Plus, Lobo Fluff would probably enjoy some company outside occasionally!

So, here’s to Week Two being more of a success than Week One. But, hey, you gotta work at being good at stuff, and working to be a better person is no exception! So here’s to another week of practice!

Wordless Wednesday

This Wordless Wednesday post is a recap of all the photos that I haven't gotten a chance to blog since April. Enjoy!

8 Weeks to a Better Me: Week 1

I cannot believe that it has been so long since I last blogged! Well, I can. I’ve been pre-tty lazy lately. But, really, I have an excuse, right? I have a 4 month old! O-kay, you’re right. There is absolutely no excuse for my laziness. Which is why I have allowed myself to be inspired by Amber over at Not Mommy - who was inspired by Sometimes Sweet - to start my own 8 Weeks to a Better Me program so that I may rid myself of this laziness once and for all! (okay, well if not rid myself of this laziness at least, you know, tone it down a teensy-tiny bit ;D) I am going to pick 3 goals for myself each week for a total of 8 weeks. And at the end of said weeks I am hypothesizing that I will then be the perfect mother, wife, friend… ah. You don’t believe me I see. Well, just you wait!

So, I have decided upon my goals for the first week:

1. Make myself write! A blog post at least twice a week, and creative writing at least five days a week for at least an hour each time. Even if I’m just writing crap. In order to get over my writing hump (okay, laziness) I need to just writewritewrite. Do writing exercises. Do brainstorming. I know this. But it’s hard. And writing shouldn’t be hard. Um, yes, lazybones. Writing is hard. It’s work. And work is… hard. Ah…

2. Be better at cleaning! And by be better I mean, actually keep up with it. And by keep up with it, I mean actually do it! And seriously, clean the shower. Because, I honestly haven’t scrubbed the shower down in about three months. Please don’t judge me. But, seriously. I need to make a chore chart and stick with it. I’m not saying that I want an immaculate house; that will never happen. But it would be nice if I vacuumed at least 3 times a week, cleaned the bathrooms once a week, and made an effort to tidy the downstairs and the kitchen every night before I go to bed. Oh, yeah. And sweep up the escaped litter-dust from the upstairs hall bath even though only the cats use it.

3. Take more pictures, and start doing Wordless Wednesday on here! And, of course, I mean taking more pictures of Holden. Because he is getting big lightning fast, and I definitely feel like I'm not clicking the shutter button enough. But also of Rob, and me, and our furry babies: Lobo, Clara, Percival & Albus. Most of you know that Clara cat secretly escaped last weekend, putting me into Armageddon mode. And when I went to pick out a photo for her poster I realized that I have barely taken any of her and my other fur-balls since Holden! And that is just not fair. I love all my babies, whether they have hair or fur! Life is too short, and too fun, and too agonizing not to document every (or, you know, every other) second!

So these are my goals for the week! Wish me luck, and stop by next week to see how I did. And so you can be jealous of my ever-improving awesomeness! Or, you know… rub my face in the fact that I totally sucked! Either way… fun!