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17 years ago
16 March, 2009
12 March, 2009
A morning in the life of parents with a toddler
Wake child up who is deep asleep at 8 a.m. Child doesn't even open his eyes, just stands up, grabs for his blankies and puts his arms up to be carried. We don't get out the bedroom door and he's calling "lambie, lambie". We get the lamb and go to get changed and dressed.
The light is on and it's too bright for our toddler. "Sunshine, no sunshine" he cries with his eyes squeezed shut. So we turn off the light ..
ADD MORE HERE
Once in the car said toddler needs, and I mean NEEDS, his "Polar Bear, Polar Bear" book. Both mom and dad start looking all over the house for it. Ends up it's been in the car all along.
REMEMBER
- drumming on the plastic dish in the car
- drop off and W calling after me, "No, Momma play, Momma play. Stay! Play!"
The light is on and it's too bright for our toddler. "Sunshine, no sunshine" he cries with his eyes squeezed shut. So we turn off the light ..
ADD MORE HERE
Once in the car said toddler needs, and I mean NEEDS, his "Polar Bear, Polar Bear" book. Both mom and dad start looking all over the house for it. Ends up it's been in the car all along.
REMEMBER
- drumming on the plastic dish in the car
- drop off and W calling after me, "No, Momma play, Momma play. Stay! Play!"
11 March, 2009
22 February, 2009
It's going around...
Well, this is the third weekend (out of four) that Winston has been sick with a cold. It all started four weeks ago, on Thursday, when Lara received a call from daycare stating that Winston had a fever of 101 and needed to be picked up.
Lara picked Winston up and spent the remainder of the day cuddling and comforting a little boy who was not feeling well at all... that is until he threw up on her. Now, bear in mind that Winston is not one to throw up very often. In fact, this would only be the third time in 23 months that Winston has thrown up -- one night when he threw up in his crib during the night; once on our trip to Mexico; and now, all over mom while sitting on the couch.
Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on who you ask), dad was in CVS buying a new ear thermometer while Winston was busy vomiting on mom. So, when dad got home, Winston and mom were sitting on the bathroom floor with a giant blue bucket and a bathtub full of soiled clothes, as well as big chunks of hot dog and complete slices of oranges. So, in addition to realizing that Winston was pretty sick, we also realized that he doesn't chew his food very well.
After getting everyone cleaned up, we checked Winston's temperature with the new ear thermometer and found that he had a temperature of 102. With some hugs, kisses and a little tylenol, Winston was off to bed and slept through the night.
Friday was Jay's turn to stay home with Winston and the morning brought a very sick little boy with a hacking cough and a 103.5 fever. Wow, up to this point Winston never had a fever much over 102 -- this was concerning to us to say the least. Jay made an appointment with the pediatrician while Lara was off to worry... errrr... work. According to the pediatrician, there was a stomach virus going around. They checked for strep (which was thankfully negative) and checked all of his other vitals. Winston was not a very happy camper at first, but once he realized he wasn't getting a shot, he seemed to take the visit in stride. Outside of the cough, fever and general malaise, he was fine, so she just suggested rest and lots of fluids. Oh, and she mentioned that, unless it is causing him a lot of discomfort, the fever is actually helping the body fight the germs, so there isn't much of a worry unless it gets to 105+.
So, we went back home and spend most of the afternoon laying on the bed watching Sesame Street. He even took his nap at his normal time and slept for almost five hours. Although I am sure the rest did him a lot of good, he also woke with a fever of 104.5. Now, I realize that isn't 105, but I was really starting to get worried at this point, so I decided the fever would have to do its job with a little Tylenol involved. Luckily, the Tylenol brought the fever down to about 103.5, just in time for Lara to arrive home from work.
The rest of Friday and Saturday were spent with lots of Sesame Street, hugs and cuddles, Tylenol and lots of crossed fingers as the following weekend was Winston's first trip to the theatre to see... Sesame Street Live! Friday ended similarly to Thursday, minus the vomit. And, Saturday was quite similar to Friday.
Fortunately, Winston woke on Sunday in much better spirits and a temperature below 100. And, through the day, you could see the color coming back into his face and the spirit back into his eyes. He really seemed to be on the mark for a wonderful recovery, and it looked like he would be able to go back to school (daycare) on Monday. And, miraculously, mom and dad still felt quite well. Could it really be that Winston was healthy again and the germs missed infecting mom & dad?
More to come...
Lara picked Winston up and spent the remainder of the day cuddling and comforting a little boy who was not feeling well at all... that is until he threw up on her. Now, bear in mind that Winston is not one to throw up very often. In fact, this would only be the third time in 23 months that Winston has thrown up -- one night when he threw up in his crib during the night; once on our trip to Mexico; and now, all over mom while sitting on the couch.
Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on who you ask), dad was in CVS buying a new ear thermometer while Winston was busy vomiting on mom. So, when dad got home, Winston and mom were sitting on the bathroom floor with a giant blue bucket and a bathtub full of soiled clothes, as well as big chunks of hot dog and complete slices of oranges. So, in addition to realizing that Winston was pretty sick, we also realized that he doesn't chew his food very well.
After getting everyone cleaned up, we checked Winston's temperature with the new ear thermometer and found that he had a temperature of 102. With some hugs, kisses and a little tylenol, Winston was off to bed and slept through the night.
Friday was Jay's turn to stay home with Winston and the morning brought a very sick little boy with a hacking cough and a 103.5 fever. Wow, up to this point Winston never had a fever much over 102 -- this was concerning to us to say the least. Jay made an appointment with the pediatrician while Lara was off to worry... errrr... work. According to the pediatrician, there was a stomach virus going around. They checked for strep (which was thankfully negative) and checked all of his other vitals. Winston was not a very happy camper at first, but once he realized he wasn't getting a shot, he seemed to take the visit in stride. Outside of the cough, fever and general malaise, he was fine, so she just suggested rest and lots of fluids. Oh, and she mentioned that, unless it is causing him a lot of discomfort, the fever is actually helping the body fight the germs, so there isn't much of a worry unless it gets to 105+.
So, we went back home and spend most of the afternoon laying on the bed watching Sesame Street. He even took his nap at his normal time and slept for almost five hours. Although I am sure the rest did him a lot of good, he also woke with a fever of 104.5. Now, I realize that isn't 105, but I was really starting to get worried at this point, so I decided the fever would have to do its job with a little Tylenol involved. Luckily, the Tylenol brought the fever down to about 103.5, just in time for Lara to arrive home from work.
The rest of Friday and Saturday were spent with lots of Sesame Street, hugs and cuddles, Tylenol and lots of crossed fingers as the following weekend was Winston's first trip to the theatre to see... Sesame Street Live! Friday ended similarly to Thursday, minus the vomit. And, Saturday was quite similar to Friday.
Fortunately, Winston woke on Sunday in much better spirits and a temperature below 100. And, through the day, you could see the color coming back into his face and the spirit back into his eyes. He really seemed to be on the mark for a wonderful recovery, and it looked like he would be able to go back to school (daycare) on Monday. And, miraculously, mom and dad still felt quite well. Could it really be that Winston was healthy again and the germs missed infecting mom & dad?
More to come...
21 February, 2009
APB
There is an All Points Bulletin out for Winston's Mom and Dad.
Winston wants to know why his parents are such slackers with this blog.
Ah, life. Just gets in the way. The last, oh 8 weeks, (!) have simply gotten away from us. But we must get back to it. There are too many things that we want to remember and run the risk of forgetting if we don't chronicle everything.
SO, we're back to it.
Promise.
Winston wants to know why his parents are such slackers with this blog.
Ah, life. Just gets in the way. The last, oh 8 weeks, (!) have simply gotten away from us. But we must get back to it. There are too many things that we want to remember and run the risk of forgetting if we don't chronicle everything.
SO, we're back to it.
Promise.
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