Good Lord and butter! As I start this blog I hear my little 14 month old crying...ok...screaming... He is in the bath tub with Daddy and dropped a toy on his foot- poor little man, I hate that he even stands in the bath tub--it induces my mommy paranoia to the point of no return but after the week I have had this little tub incident is minuscule when it comes to my mama drama.
I haven't blogged in months--I need to get better at this whole Mommy blogging business. It seems I get "Mommy brain" and days turn into minutes...it's beautiful exhaustion. So here I am blogging at 11:40 p.m.
Last time I blogged Elijah had his 1st birthday- he celebrated by getting his first stomach flu--he was a 100% healthy a few days later and actually starting walking that same week, which I was able to catch on our flip video camera, I got so lucky! I have one word that can even touch how a mommy feels when she watches her baby take their first independent steps- ELATION. The vision of him toddling and wobbling for the first time made me tear up BIG TIME. I was so excited for him and he felt so proud of himself too. So as of today my baby is 14 months old and he is basically doing his own triathlons around the house- he is daring and unstoppable. Scares the bejeebers out of me but I know I need to let go and let him experience within reason. My husband reminds me daily to relax and breathe. So here I type breathing in and out and wondering if the outlet covers are securely in place and praying the power cords are out of his reach- will I ever be able to relax again- my sister's tell me, "no, not really"-ha ha. When I was little I used to ask my Mom what she wanted for Christmas and her answer was always the same-- she would say one simple word, "peace"- being a kid I would look at her like she was nuts! Ha ha- Now I know what she was talking about- with raising 4 girls basically on her own--she needed an ocean of White Zinfandel ( her favorite wine) and a year of peace. If she was alive today I would make her a personalized Mother Nobel peace prize award.
It's been a exciting and interesting few months to say the least! This week was no exception. Elijah decided to go to bed early on Friday night...we are talking 7:30 p.m. ( which is very unlike him!) I thought to myself how lucky I was to get a Friday night of relaxation. My husband and I had a nice dinner and watched a movie. We got into bed about 11 pm and only minutes after crawling into bed did I hear little man moaning and stirring about. I instantly grabbed him out of his crib--he felt SO HOT-- we got out our handy dandy temporal thermometer ( thanks grandma Sharon) and when my husband and I saw 103 we freaked out! Really, 103?! Well that was nothing- about 2 am it spiked up to 105 and we were frantically calling the advice nurse who calmly told us to give him a nice cool bath and a large does of baby Advil- we were then told- if that doesn't bring the fever down rush him to the hospital because he could have a seizure- Horrible and SCARY- not what a mommy or daddy wants to hear! We started forcing down the baby Advil, which he hated and rejected by throwing most of it up all over the carpet- poor baby. The bath did help and finally the little bit of Advil that went down did reduce the fever, as well. I didn't get a wink of sleep! I drove my husband and my poor sick baby nuts with the beeping thermometer- I literally took his temperature every 1/2 hour...I didn't care if I was being neurotic...this was the first time he had ever had a major high temp and I was in triage mommy mode! I woke up with that beeping tool in hand...his temp was up and down for 4 days straight--sleep was basically non existent for me. Poor Kyle worked a double on Fathers Day and followed it up by coming home to his poor little sick boy. I got the croup for Mothers Day-- Kyle got the fever virus from hell on Fathers Day...Well we can both say we were doing our jobs well on both parental holidays! I finally took Our little Elijah to the doctor by myself on Monday morning--that was a crazy event in itself--as the nurse closed the exam room door Elijah face planted on a little baby chair and busted his lip open and cut his chin, at that percise moment I looked up at God and told him I didn't think I could handle much more mama drama...luckily a few seconds later my favorite pediatrician and personal hero arrived on scene, Good Ole -Dr. C , he came in helped me clean little mans lip up, checked his ears,throat, lungs, swollen glands ( which by the way were all over his tiny neck- freaked me out BIG TIME TOO!) and then told me the diagnosis- it's a childhood virus and we were doing everything that can be done...just have to let it runs it's course. He was right, Elijah has steadily gotten better over the last 2 days but now has a rash on the trunk of his body--I guess the virus is called Roseola...all I can say is Roseola is no friend of mine. Power to the mommies who have gone to war with this virus. Elijah didn't get sick at all his first year of life and since turning one we have dealt with stomach flu, croup cough, the snottiest cold EVER and now wicked Roseola. I am so looking forward to a fun filled healthy summer with our little guy. My birthday is in one week and as I look up at the heavens I think of my beautiful Mom who passed away too soon. Inside I am thanking her for taking care of me when I was building my own little immune system and getting my own wrath of childhood illnesses...she was such a good care taker and Mommy. I can hear her asking me what I would like for my birthday and of course without needing to think about it- I would only ask for one thing "PEACE!" :)
