These last few months have been a whirl wind. My baby is getting so big, I catch myself looking at him sometimes just thinking how weird it is to have a 3 year old. He is so smart, I have never in my life felt as blessed as I do right now. What joy to see him growing and doing so well. He is like a mix of all of mine and Ron's best traits. He is kind, loving and soft hearted with a streak of meanness just like his momma. He is thoughtful, observant, and has a thirst for knowledge like his daddy. I know that a lot of things about parenting is challenging, I still question every single decision we make to try and make the right ones. Hind sight is 20/20 right. It feels good, like automatic gratification to see him doing well, and prospering.
CHANGES:
Anderson is growing and changing so much. Like we wake up every day and we don't know what he might come up with today, he has a huge imagination that endless. We cook, fish, go boating, work on cars, all from the 4 walls of his bedroom....amazing to see the world through my child's eyes.
When we moved to Shawnee Anderson started sleeping with us, in our bed. We occupied an apartment in a rather YUCKY neighborhood for 2 months until we could find a house. There was loud music, parties and fights. He woke up a lot during the night and I know he had NO idea where he was at. Two years later, he was still sleeping in our bed. We just moved things around in the house the past couple of weeks, Anderson now has a bedroom that was at one time a single car garage. HUGE for a 3 year old. It's awesome though, I just love it and he does too. When we made the switch I started making A go to bed that room. The first week or two was tough, but he doesn't even think twice about it anymore. Granted I lay down with him for a little while at night, and he still comes into our room early in the morning sometimes... but we take baby steps at our house. Its easier on me. haha
Again, he is growing up.
We brought the boat home and he is really ready to hit the lake, which makes us so happy because that is something that Ron and I both love to do as well.
BIG THOUGHTS:
We have started planting seeds about having another baby. Anderson says, I will take a girl. lol So funny. Anyway, Ron and I are "planners" for the most part. I say I am a planned fly by the seat of my pants kind of person. I like to know where we are going and when we are getting there but the rest is in the air. Needless to say we are trying to plan when we are ready to have another baby, right now we are thinking the end of this year sometime. I am really nervous but I think it will be ok, Anderson's will enjoy a sibling... right?
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
What about me?
This is a poor pitiful me post: please excuse me now..
If any of you know me well at all you might know that I have a tendancy to jump at any opportunity to take up for some one that I care about. Family, friends, you name it. (I know that this isn't always a good thing but sometimes it's hard to change who you are.) Let me give you an example: If my husband comes home from work a little agitated about something that some one had done or said to him; I would immedately jump on his side and be mad at that person for wronging my husband. (I know silly right) That is just who I am, I can't help it. It's like an animal instinct. I am a lot better about it now, I don't act on this instinct near as bad however it does still get the best of me from time to time.
I think I am just like my dad, but sometimes that is comforting. When you just need some one to get just as pissed as you about something. To validate your feeling and let you know that it's ok to be mad at that person, and some one to tell you that they would meet you in a dark alley and whoop the crap out of some one if they were ever given the chance. (Don't freak out here, my bark is bigger than my bite)
My husband and my mom and several other people I know think very objectivly. They are very good about pointing out things that I may not think of through my anger and most of the time that is very nice to have. Some one to walk you out of a cloudy head to see things the way they actually are not the way you some time think they apprear.
I have for years now joked that if I needed to call and vent and have some one agree that WHOEVER I am mad at is just a sorry SOB: I call my dad. If I need some one to tell me that I am being sorry SOB that should get over myself and stop being a baby I call my mom. hahah
Anyway, this instinct I have got the better of me this weekend. I took up for a family member that really didn't need me to do that. It slightly backfired and it ended up hurting me instead and causing some one close to me more problems than they aready were dealing with.
Some times I wish that this person would care more about me and my feelings but I guess this is the nature of the beast. I have got to learn that unless invited: my opinion and thoughts are mine and mine only. I don't always have to let everyone else know how I feel about stuff. I only know that I am a good person and I have good intentions no matter how they get misconstrude. I love my family and friends and I want to protect each and everyone of them from being hurt, let down, or wronged. I guess sometime I get a little big for my britches. Anyway- I am constanly learning things about myself and doing what I can to improve myself so this is just some thing I need to work on.
If any of you know me well at all you might know that I have a tendancy to jump at any opportunity to take up for some one that I care about. Family, friends, you name it. (I know that this isn't always a good thing but sometimes it's hard to change who you are.) Let me give you an example: If my husband comes home from work a little agitated about something that some one had done or said to him; I would immedately jump on his side and be mad at that person for wronging my husband. (I know silly right) That is just who I am, I can't help it. It's like an animal instinct. I am a lot better about it now, I don't act on this instinct near as bad however it does still get the best of me from time to time.
I think I am just like my dad, but sometimes that is comforting. When you just need some one to get just as pissed as you about something. To validate your feeling and let you know that it's ok to be mad at that person, and some one to tell you that they would meet you in a dark alley and whoop the crap out of some one if they were ever given the chance. (Don't freak out here, my bark is bigger than my bite)
My husband and my mom and several other people I know think very objectivly. They are very good about pointing out things that I may not think of through my anger and most of the time that is very nice to have. Some one to walk you out of a cloudy head to see things the way they actually are not the way you some time think they apprear.
I have for years now joked that if I needed to call and vent and have some one agree that WHOEVER I am mad at is just a sorry SOB: I call my dad. If I need some one to tell me that I am being sorry SOB that should get over myself and stop being a baby I call my mom. hahah
Anyway, this instinct I have got the better of me this weekend. I took up for a family member that really didn't need me to do that. It slightly backfired and it ended up hurting me instead and causing some one close to me more problems than they aready were dealing with.
Some times I wish that this person would care more about me and my feelings but I guess this is the nature of the beast. I have got to learn that unless invited: my opinion and thoughts are mine and mine only. I don't always have to let everyone else know how I feel about stuff. I only know that I am a good person and I have good intentions no matter how they get misconstrude. I love my family and friends and I want to protect each and everyone of them from being hurt, let down, or wronged. I guess sometime I get a little big for my britches. Anyway- I am constanly learning things about myself and doing what I can to improve myself so this is just some thing I need to work on.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Flu
I guess by now you are used to my extra long post. I was going to break this up some but thought to myself... Self, why would you go changing things now? lol
Flu.
Anderson started getting a sratchy throat. Now a little back story [I have been blessed beyond belief with a very healthy child, we got tubes put in his ears Feb 2008 because of recurrent ear infections. After the tubes were in, he didn't go to a doctors office for anything but well baby checks for a whole year. May 2009 I thought he had an ear infection and took him to the doctor only to find out he was cutting a molar and was running fever and having some pain in that side of his face. Not sick] Needless to say when he got this scratchy throat I had him in the doctor's office at 8:00am Friday morning. He looked at his throat, then pulled him up on the computer and said... he hasn't been in for over a year, I said I know that is why I am freaking out! He sent us down for a nose swab (for flu) and a throat swab (for strep) and we went home to wait for the results. The doctor called about an hour later to tell us he did, in fact have the flu. I asked him what type if it was the H1N1 and he told me they didn't really test for that any longer, the treatment is the same. He also said that the H1N1 is usually upper respitory, which is where his seems to be, so what we need to watch for is pnomonia in a week or so. I took that piece of information as he DID have H1N1. (this was not my regular doctor, she was out of the office so this was a doctor from a walk up clinic in the physicans office) I took him to his Nanny's house that morning (before I knew it was the flu) and ran into the office to get some things in order and went to Walmart to fill his perscriptions and get some stuff to nurse him back to health. We got to the house around noon and he was already acting sickly, very clingy and wanted me to hold him and cuddle. He ate and took a nap, when he woke up he was burning up. I pulled out the thermometer to take his temp and .... you guessed it, the batteries were actually dead. I called his nanny to bring me one, took his temp and it was 101. I had already given him Motrin so I had to wait for 2 more hours to give him another dose, by that time his fever was up to 102.7 -- I was freaking out then. I gave him a dose of Motrin at 4 and his temp lowered back to 100. He slept on my chest for another couple of hours, I tried to lay him down but he wanted me to hold him. I didn't mind, I just didn't want to make him hotter. When he woke up he was doing ok.
Saturday night:
OK I DIDNT KNOW THAT WHEN YOUR BABY IS SICK THAT YOU CAN ROTATE TYLENOL AND MOTRIN EVERY 4 HOURS. I FEEL AWEFUL - HE JUST HASNT BEEN SICK SO I JUST DIDNT KNOW, HAD I KNOWN I DONT THINK HIS FEVER WOULD HAVE BEEN WHAT IT WAS... I lost my mom of the year award..
Anyway. Anderson had taken a nap Saturday and had a little spring in his step, got up and played for a bit then came and asked to be held. He asked what is the matter with my eyes mommy? I felt him and he was ON FIRE. I took his temp 104.1 I started pulling up stuff on the internet, asked pals on FB called my mom. We tried the tepid bath, but he said it hurt. (I think from being cold, you know when you have fever your body hurts anyway) So I stuck to a cool compress and had him to drink COLD apple juice, that was so scary he was lathargic and listless - my baby was just kind of out of it. I called the nurse hotline at the hosptial (this is when I found out about the mortin and tylenol rotation) they said if it got up to 105 to bring him in, when I called I had already got it down to 102.8. After I started to rotate the meds, he didn't run over 101 fever the rest of the night and was fever free most of the day Sunday.
We made it, he is better and I learned some good lessons, unfortunatly at my son's expense. I hated that he was sick and I hope we don't get sick again for a while, but after reading all about Layla I feel like I handled him being sick much differently. Well that was our weekend...
Flu.
Anderson started getting a sratchy throat. Now a little back story [I have been blessed beyond belief with a very healthy child, we got tubes put in his ears Feb 2008 because of recurrent ear infections. After the tubes were in, he didn't go to a doctors office for anything but well baby checks for a whole year. May 2009 I thought he had an ear infection and took him to the doctor only to find out he was cutting a molar and was running fever and having some pain in that side of his face. Not sick] Needless to say when he got this scratchy throat I had him in the doctor's office at 8:00am Friday morning. He looked at his throat, then pulled him up on the computer and said... he hasn't been in for over a year, I said I know that is why I am freaking out! He sent us down for a nose swab (for flu) and a throat swab (for strep) and we went home to wait for the results. The doctor called about an hour later to tell us he did, in fact have the flu. I asked him what type if it was the H1N1 and he told me they didn't really test for that any longer, the treatment is the same. He also said that the H1N1 is usually upper respitory, which is where his seems to be, so what we need to watch for is pnomonia in a week or so. I took that piece of information as he DID have H1N1. (this was not my regular doctor, she was out of the office so this was a doctor from a walk up clinic in the physicans office) I took him to his Nanny's house that morning (before I knew it was the flu) and ran into the office to get some things in order and went to Walmart to fill his perscriptions and get some stuff to nurse him back to health. We got to the house around noon and he was already acting sickly, very clingy and wanted me to hold him and cuddle. He ate and took a nap, when he woke up he was burning up. I pulled out the thermometer to take his temp and .... you guessed it, the batteries were actually dead. I called his nanny to bring me one, took his temp and it was 101. I had already given him Motrin so I had to wait for 2 more hours to give him another dose, by that time his fever was up to 102.7 -- I was freaking out then. I gave him a dose of Motrin at 4 and his temp lowered back to 100. He slept on my chest for another couple of hours, I tried to lay him down but he wanted me to hold him. I didn't mind, I just didn't want to make him hotter. When he woke up he was doing ok.
Saturday night:
OK I DIDNT KNOW THAT WHEN YOUR BABY IS SICK THAT YOU CAN ROTATE TYLENOL AND MOTRIN EVERY 4 HOURS. I FEEL AWEFUL - HE JUST HASNT BEEN SICK SO I JUST DIDNT KNOW, HAD I KNOWN I DONT THINK HIS FEVER WOULD HAVE BEEN WHAT IT WAS... I lost my mom of the year award..
Anyway. Anderson had taken a nap Saturday and had a little spring in his step, got up and played for a bit then came and asked to be held. He asked what is the matter with my eyes mommy? I felt him and he was ON FIRE. I took his temp 104.1 I started pulling up stuff on the internet, asked pals on FB called my mom. We tried the tepid bath, but he said it hurt. (I think from being cold, you know when you have fever your body hurts anyway) So I stuck to a cool compress and had him to drink COLD apple juice, that was so scary he was lathargic and listless - my baby was just kind of out of it. I called the nurse hotline at the hosptial (this is when I found out about the mortin and tylenol rotation) they said if it got up to 105 to bring him in, when I called I had already got it down to 102.8. After I started to rotate the meds, he didn't run over 101 fever the rest of the night and was fever free most of the day Sunday.
We made it, he is better and I learned some good lessons, unfortunatly at my son's expense. I hated that he was sick and I hope we don't get sick again for a while, but after reading all about Layla I feel like I handled him being sick much differently. Well that was our weekend...
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