The baby has pneumonia again.
We are on a nebulizor for the first time. DM hates it. It was a giant fight this afternoon that ended with me pinning DM's arms down.
We are also on Cleritan for the rest of the winter to try and stop this before it happens.
*Sighs*
Monday, November 2, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Daycare
I sometimes still feel guilty for putting him in Daycare, even while acknowledging that it is for the best.
It was worse before. The baby would cry when we got near Reeba's house. He would cry (generally) when we handed him over. When we picked him up, he'd be crying. He'd spend the next day or so (plus the rest of that day) being SUPER needed and clingy. Little things got to him and some of his enthusiasm waned. It made it all hard.
Then she let him go. Just like that. Because he was crying too much. Then she started to demanded money. We had to pay what we owed ASAP (which was understandable) but she called me THREE times in one day to ask where her money was...despite the fact that I had explained after the first call that James was in class ALL day and would drop it off when he was done...somewhere around four or five o'clock.
We scrambled to find a replacement. Reeba had a lot of advantages. It was close to the apartment (about 5 blocks), it was on a bus route, and she watched kids whenever. That is why we hadn't taken him out of daycare...yet (though we were going to give him another week before deciding what the next move was).
I called three places, two were on bus routes and close to my house (one was two blocks closer then Reeba's had been). The last one was near work and between two bus stops but not actually on a bus route.
Only the latter got back to me. Her name is Sarah. Do to a SNAFU, only James went to check her out. But we were more prepared this time. In the end, James approved.
Since then we've noticed a major change in David-Michael when he goes to day care. He is smiling and happy walking up to the door. He is happy when we pick him up (though there have been occasions when he fussed, it was much more the 'I see you mommy, pick me up NOW' fuss then the 'Get me out of here!' fuss). She feeds him and talks to him and holds him and lets him play. She has three kids, the youngest of which is 19 months old. He is her only daycare kid at the moment, unlike at Reeba's where she was probably violating the terms of her license regarding the amount of kids.
It isn't all perfect. It adds forty minutes of walking to any trip I have. It is in between two stops, so it requires walking two blocks either way. I got lost my first time going to pick him up. The weather is turning, so the extra forty minutes are going to start adding up. She also doesn't watch kids on weekends, which mean we are going to have to plan for that.
But that's it. So we like her and plan on keeping her.
It was worse before. The baby would cry when we got near Reeba's house. He would cry (generally) when we handed him over. When we picked him up, he'd be crying. He'd spend the next day or so (plus the rest of that day) being SUPER needed and clingy. Little things got to him and some of his enthusiasm waned. It made it all hard.
Then she let him go. Just like that. Because he was crying too much. Then she started to demanded money. We had to pay what we owed ASAP (which was understandable) but she called me THREE times in one day to ask where her money was...despite the fact that I had explained after the first call that James was in class ALL day and would drop it off when he was done...somewhere around four or five o'clock.
We scrambled to find a replacement. Reeba had a lot of advantages. It was close to the apartment (about 5 blocks), it was on a bus route, and she watched kids whenever. That is why we hadn't taken him out of daycare...yet (though we were going to give him another week before deciding what the next move was).
I called three places, two were on bus routes and close to my house (one was two blocks closer then Reeba's had been). The last one was near work and between two bus stops but not actually on a bus route.
Only the latter got back to me. Her name is Sarah. Do to a SNAFU, only James went to check her out. But we were more prepared this time. In the end, James approved.
Since then we've noticed a major change in David-Michael when he goes to day care. He is smiling and happy walking up to the door. He is happy when we pick him up (though there have been occasions when he fussed, it was much more the 'I see you mommy, pick me up NOW' fuss then the 'Get me out of here!' fuss). She feeds him and talks to him and holds him and lets him play. She has three kids, the youngest of which is 19 months old. He is her only daycare kid at the moment, unlike at Reeba's where she was probably violating the terms of her license regarding the amount of kids.
It isn't all perfect. It adds forty minutes of walking to any trip I have. It is in between two stops, so it requires walking two blocks either way. I got lost my first time going to pick him up. The weather is turning, so the extra forty minutes are going to start adding up. She also doesn't watch kids on weekends, which mean we are going to have to plan for that.
But that's it. So we like her and plan on keeping her.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Random Thoughts
First off, updates:
We did go to the zoo in DC. That was all we were able to see, but the baby was fabulous the entire time.
The baby also has four teeth.
I'm still at my terrible job. They want to change how long I'm able to pump...*AGAIN*. James is talking seriously about divorce, but I'm getting some therapy so I hope that we can start going to counseling again and working on US.
Next is just a work rant.
There is this issue that bothers me at work. It bothered me a bit before I went on leave and now just totally bothers me.
My store is like High School. There are a bunch of Cliques. One of the Cliques are the 'cool kids' aka the Drinkers.
This clique includes the Night Manager. He parties with people who work for him. He parties with UNDERAGE KIDS DRINKING.
I'm also starting to feel increasingly isolated at work. Maybe that's why they put me on UScan. So I'd be isolated. There isnt' anyone to chat with over there, and it is rare when I can get over to everyone else. The isolation is bothering me a lot. But I guess I feel isolated everywhere lately.
We did go to the zoo in DC. That was all we were able to see, but the baby was fabulous the entire time.
The baby also has four teeth.
I'm still at my terrible job. They want to change how long I'm able to pump...*AGAIN*. James is talking seriously about divorce, but I'm getting some therapy so I hope that we can start going to counseling again and working on US.
Next is just a work rant.
There is this issue that bothers me at work. It bothered me a bit before I went on leave and now just totally bothers me.
My store is like High School. There are a bunch of Cliques. One of the Cliques are the 'cool kids' aka the Drinkers.
This clique includes the Night Manager. He parties with people who work for him. He parties with UNDERAGE KIDS DRINKING.
I'm also starting to feel increasingly isolated at work. Maybe that's why they put me on UScan. So I'd be isolated. There isnt' anyone to chat with over there, and it is rare when I can get over to everyone else. The isolation is bothering me a lot. But I guess I feel isolated everywhere lately.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Flying!
We play Airplane with DM regularly. In fact Aunty is playing it with him as I type this. He enjoys the game.
Yesterday, he got to go on a real Airplane ride.
He was VERY VERY good. He was a lapbaby, and there was no room for Grandma's carseat (our carseat would have been a pain in the ass to transport). So he sat in my lap.
He enjoy it. No sleep for baby, but a lot of looking out the window and minimal fussing (just at the end when I was trying to get him to suck on something to help with the pressure change and he wasn't having it).
OTOH, we ate somthing that upest stomachs. We had two rounds of very loose poop (diarriah?) in the airport and then on the plane...before the seatbelt sign went off. >_< Two pairs of pants later and he finally stopped.
The way back is more problematic. We have a quick layover though thankfully no plane change. So twice up, and twice down. Hopefully it won't be a huge problem.
The airline did damage the carseat. Nothing serious was hurt, just the belt positioner for when it is a booster seat, but damage is damage. Mom was annoyed.
But now we are in DC and will probably hit up the Zoo today!
Yesterday, he got to go on a real Airplane ride.
He was VERY VERY good. He was a lapbaby, and there was no room for Grandma's carseat (our carseat would have been a pain in the ass to transport). So he sat in my lap.
He enjoy it. No sleep for baby, but a lot of looking out the window and minimal fussing (just at the end when I was trying to get him to suck on something to help with the pressure change and he wasn't having it).
OTOH, we ate somthing that upest stomachs. We had two rounds of very loose poop (diarriah?) in the airport and then on the plane...before the seatbelt sign went off. >_< Two pairs of pants later and he finally stopped.
The way back is more problematic. We have a quick layover though thankfully no plane change. So twice up, and twice down. Hopefully it won't be a huge problem.
The airline did damage the carseat. Nothing serious was hurt, just the belt positioner for when it is a booster seat, but damage is damage. Mom was annoyed.
But now we are in DC and will probably hit up the Zoo today!
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Finally Better and Milestones!
After yet another trip to the doctor, and another round of antibiotics (plus prednesone) later, the baby recovered yesterday. He was still coughing a little and got snotty once or twice yesterday but today he has been fine. He also stopped wheezing and snoring.
But more then that, DM is on the move. A couple of days ago, he started to scooch around on his belly. It was funny to watch and I wish I had been paying enough attention to record it. But he'd kick with his legs while stretching his arms out to reach whatever object he was after. When he couldn't reach it, he'd kick again and then twist his upper body. So it was a crawl/roll thing.
Today he started the army man crawl. For those that don't know babies, that is when they move mostly with their legs but use their front arms to pull forward. Like army men do when on the ground (my mom called it commando style).
My mom is also convinced that by cosleeping, we are going to roll over on the baby. But then she thinks CIO is the best method. No one in this house thinks that and James and I are happy with our sleeping arrangement.
More later, for now it's bed.
But more then that, DM is on the move. A couple of days ago, he started to scooch around on his belly. It was funny to watch and I wish I had been paying enough attention to record it. But he'd kick with his legs while stretching his arms out to reach whatever object he was after. When he couldn't reach it, he'd kick again and then twist his upper body. So it was a crawl/roll thing.
Today he started the army man crawl. For those that don't know babies, that is when they move mostly with their legs but use their front arms to pull forward. Like army men do when on the ground (my mom called it commando style).
My mom is also convinced that by cosleeping, we are going to roll over on the baby. But then she thinks CIO is the best method. No one in this house thinks that and James and I are happy with our sleeping arrangement.
More later, for now it's bed.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Sick...again
When DM was born, he had sepsis and a lung infection. He spent his first 16 hours of life under an O2 hood and the first 7 days hooked up to antibiotics (not long in the scheme of things, or even as long as my friend's preemie, but an eternity for us).
At 4 1/2 months old, he came down with the flu that turned into a minor case of Pneumonia. We had to give him breathing medicine but otherwise he didn't need to be hospitalized. Just monitored at home.
About 10 days ago, on our way home from GenCon, we noticed crusting in his Right eye. On Tuesday (a week ago) James took him to the doc. The doc said he had conjunctivitus, told us it was most likely viral but prescribed some antibiotic eye drops just in case.
We waited until Thursday, when it became clear it wasn't clearing up on its own, to start the drops.
On Monday I noticed his nose was running like a faucet. He was having some issues breathing, like just general conjestion issues, but as far as we could tell, hadn't spiked a fever. James opted to miss his first class today to watch DM rather then sending him to Daycare for the morning (DM was slotted to go for 90 minutes this morning and then 5 hours this afternoon).
It was a good thing. After taking a nap, James noticed the baby was burning up. Two tempture checks later (one under the arm and one rectal) he discovered the baby had a 102 degree fever. Jams picked me up from work at 3 and we went to the doc.
The doc pronounced him sick with sinusitius and an upper respitory infection. She told us to moderate his fever with Motron and give him antibiotics. She thinks that the infection of his eye might have spread or he might just have caught something (his two cousins are sick as well, with a similar thing, but he hasn't directally interacted with them since June).
Now he is back to being heavly feverish and lethargic. So I'm starting to worry. She said to keep an eye on both those things. I just gave him a dose of Motron and we are going to retake his temp in about 30 min. The lethargic, while normally a bad sign, is hard to tell at the moment. It is way passed his bed time so he could be lethargic because he is tired and sleeping, or because of the fever or because of something else or because of all three. >_< He did get enough energy to protest me sucking out his nose but not a whole lot more then that.
I hope it will be okay. I elevated his bed, and even though he only spends a portion of the night there, I hope it will help. We are about to go sit in a steamy bathroom while James showers.
More updates as needed.
At 4 1/2 months old, he came down with the flu that turned into a minor case of Pneumonia. We had to give him breathing medicine but otherwise he didn't need to be hospitalized. Just monitored at home.
About 10 days ago, on our way home from GenCon, we noticed crusting in his Right eye. On Tuesday (a week ago) James took him to the doc. The doc said he had conjunctivitus, told us it was most likely viral but prescribed some antibiotic eye drops just in case.
We waited until Thursday, when it became clear it wasn't clearing up on its own, to start the drops.
On Monday I noticed his nose was running like a faucet. He was having some issues breathing, like just general conjestion issues, but as far as we could tell, hadn't spiked a fever. James opted to miss his first class today to watch DM rather then sending him to Daycare for the morning (DM was slotted to go for 90 minutes this morning and then 5 hours this afternoon).
It was a good thing. After taking a nap, James noticed the baby was burning up. Two tempture checks later (one under the arm and one rectal) he discovered the baby had a 102 degree fever. Jams picked me up from work at 3 and we went to the doc.
The doc pronounced him sick with sinusitius and an upper respitory infection. She told us to moderate his fever with Motron and give him antibiotics. She thinks that the infection of his eye might have spread or he might just have caught something (his two cousins are sick as well, with a similar thing, but he hasn't directally interacted with them since June).
Now he is back to being heavly feverish and lethargic. So I'm starting to worry. She said to keep an eye on both those things. I just gave him a dose of Motron and we are going to retake his temp in about 30 min. The lethargic, while normally a bad sign, is hard to tell at the moment. It is way passed his bed time so he could be lethargic because he is tired and sleeping, or because of the fever or because of something else or because of all three. >_< He did get enough energy to protest me sucking out his nose but not a whole lot more then that.
I hope it will be okay. I elevated his bed, and even though he only spends a portion of the night there, I hope it will help. We are about to go sit in a steamy bathroom while James showers.
More updates as needed.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Life Updates
The baby continues his quest to moving on his own. He squirms mostly. But boy, that little boy talks up a racket.
He did really amazingly well at GenCon and slept through the Dealer hall. This is the boy that we had to walk around Romero's Macoroni Grill because it was too overstimulating. I guess it was the low hum of the noise rather then the sharp noise in resturants.
The baby also starts Day Care on Tuesday. I'm torn about it. In someways I feel like I can't be a good mother because I can't stay home and make sure I'm watching him. On the other hand, it is a homebased Daycare and I'm working to make sure we have things in our life. Plus Daycare isn't a terrible thing.
In other news, I'm pretty sure my birthday is going to pass with a whimper. I don't know how I feel about that. My birthday is always a terrible day, and this year it is on a Tuesday. My mom is going to be out of town. My sister, myself (almost definataly), and James will be working. That weekend we go to MI on a trip I'm not 100% sure we can afford but it's for a Bat Mitzvah. I have three friends whose birthdays are this weekend. School starts Monday. My birthday gets lost in the shuffle, just like every year.
Last year I made a big deal out of my birthday. I had a party. 7 people came out of 2 dozen or so that I invited. I got a handful of happy birthdays from people on Facebook, but not nearly the number expected for 200 'friends'. I got maybe 10.
I just want to be remember on my birthday you know. Lately I just feel like I'm defined not as myself but as David-Michael's Mom or our friend with the baby. I want a day about me. But I guess I'm not going to get it. Not this year.
He did really amazingly well at GenCon and slept through the Dealer hall. This is the boy that we had to walk around Romero's Macoroni Grill because it was too overstimulating. I guess it was the low hum of the noise rather then the sharp noise in resturants.
The baby also starts Day Care on Tuesday. I'm torn about it. In someways I feel like I can't be a good mother because I can't stay home and make sure I'm watching him. On the other hand, it is a homebased Daycare and I'm working to make sure we have things in our life. Plus Daycare isn't a terrible thing.
In other news, I'm pretty sure my birthday is going to pass with a whimper. I don't know how I feel about that. My birthday is always a terrible day, and this year it is on a Tuesday. My mom is going to be out of town. My sister, myself (almost definataly), and James will be working. That weekend we go to MI on a trip I'm not 100% sure we can afford but it's for a Bat Mitzvah. I have three friends whose birthdays are this weekend. School starts Monday. My birthday gets lost in the shuffle, just like every year.
Last year I made a big deal out of my birthday. I had a party. 7 people came out of 2 dozen or so that I invited. I got a handful of happy birthdays from people on Facebook, but not nearly the number expected for 200 'friends'. I got maybe 10.
I just want to be remember on my birthday you know. Lately I just feel like I'm defined not as myself but as David-Michael's Mom or our friend with the baby. I want a day about me. But I guess I'm not going to get it. Not this year.
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