Is it sad that I can't remember how the heck to take that ticker down? My little man is already a month and a half and every time I see that ticker I look at my stomach and think, "Holy crap! I can't imagine being that pregnant!!"
Anyway, I started getting this crazy idea that I want to start a garden. I guess it all started when I was reading the latest entry on 'Enjoying the Small Things'. I swear ever since I started reading that blog, all I want to do now is bake, start a garden, and enjoy all the small things in my life.
Right now little Joel has been spending more and more time on his tummy. I really can't wait for him to start lifting that head of his on his own. Don't get me wrong I enjoy supporting him, and even lending a hand every now and then, but my jaw is really starting to hurt! Every he starts to get tired from holding it up by himself, that little noggin comes crashing down into the side of my face. And does he give up after the first time? No. He keeps going and going till mommy's jaw not only hurts from being hit, but her cheeks hurt from laughing so hard cause her "drunken" baby is a fighter!! Tummy time is going so great right now. It cracks Joel and I up every time, cause instead of lifting his head he likes to put his little butt and legs up in the air.
Far to cute.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Little Joel's hospital stay
I know I haven't updated in weeks up little Joel ended up in the hospital. He was diagnosed with plyoric stenosis. Which is where the muscle leading from the stomach to the small intestines closes shut from being over worked. So for about 10 days he hadn't been eating, just vomiting everything up that he ate. It was awful seeing him go through that. But here is the story of what happened, this was written on the 13th, the day of his surgery.
"I know I haven't been on in a while but little Joel needed me. He ended up having surgery and here is his story. On Thursday, Sept 30th he started spitting up his food. At first I wasn't concerned. I just figured I over fed him. Well on Friday he kept spitting up, so my husband and I cut back his feedings to strictly 2oz and see how he did on that. That whole weekend Joel kept spitting up. On Monday I called and made an appointment with his Peditrician And on Tuesday I took him in and was told to give him some pedialyte and if he kept spitting up bring him back in. He was doing fine for about a day and on Wednesday night the spitting had turned into vomiting after every 3-4 feedings. He was throwing up so much it literally filled my hand, covered his entire onesie, and turned what ever I was sitting on into a "lovely" shade of white. By then I was getting scared. I stopped sleeping, I stopped eating. My mom had called my godmother, who's a RN, who told me to put him on soy formula. That it sounded like he had a really bad milk allergy. After two days on that the vomiting was getting worse. Joel was running out of clothes, I was running out, my husband ended up wearing vomit covered pants to work cause he was running out. I felt Like I was doing laundry every couple of hours. So on Saturday I threw in the towel. At first he was doing good and holding down his feedings then out of no where I'm burping him and projectile Vomit comes shooting out of my little guy. That was the last straw. I grabbed him, strapped him in his car seat and hauled ass, but still obeying the law, to the ER (where I live). Once at the ER they rushed him in and checked him from head to toe. They drew blood, took a urine sample, poor little guy was poked and jabbed all night with something. Boy did we have fun, You know we were so lucky. We got to share out room with some dude that was so doped out that he thought it would be more fun to refuse a urine/blood test and fight with the cop and yell at the nurses. All the fun ended with him being escorted by the cops with a lovely pair of silver bracelets. Oh and on top of that there was a girl there waiting over an hour on a pending pregnancy test. Man, I love our hospital. (And yes its an actual hospital, not a clinic or anything) So after waiting a few hours Joel gets sent hime with a clean bill of health. The next day, Monday, Oct. 11, I went to his pediatrian for even more vomiting! He couldn't even hold in half an oz. When I got there I told the docor everything. Well he sent him for xrays and the xray tech sent me back to the doctor. Apparently his stomach muscle that leads to his Intestines is completely shut . We had to rush down to a children's specialist hospital, cause the only way I'd take Him to our home town hospital was if Hell froze over!! So here I sit hours after the surgery enjoying the sweetest sounds ever. The sucking on a bottle, the Ginormous burp, and the sweet, sweet sound of silence coming from a satisfied belly. I'm even Enjoyng the smell coming from a fresh poopy diaper. And now I bid you all a good night for I have to go change a diaper full of gold!"
So it's been over a week, but this is my little guy now:
He's such a happy camper!!!
"I know I haven't been on in a while but little Joel needed me. He ended up having surgery and here is his story. On Thursday, Sept 30th he started spitting up his food. At first I wasn't concerned. I just figured I over fed him. Well on Friday he kept spitting up, so my husband and I cut back his feedings to strictly 2oz and see how he did on that. That whole weekend Joel kept spitting up. On Monday I called and made an appointment with his Peditrician And on Tuesday I took him in and was told to give him some pedialyte and if he kept spitting up bring him back in. He was doing fine for about a day and on Wednesday night the spitting had turned into vomiting after every 3-4 feedings. He was throwing up so much it literally filled my hand, covered his entire onesie, and turned what ever I was sitting on into a "lovely" shade of white. By then I was getting scared. I stopped sleeping, I stopped eating. My mom had called my godmother, who's a RN, who told me to put him on soy formula. That it sounded like he had a really bad milk allergy. After two days on that the vomiting was getting worse. Joel was running out of clothes, I was running out, my husband ended up wearing vomit covered pants to work cause he was running out. I felt Like I was doing laundry every couple of hours. So on Saturday I threw in the towel. At first he was doing good and holding down his feedings then out of no where I'm burping him and projectile Vomit comes shooting out of my little guy. That was the last straw. I grabbed him, strapped him in his car seat and hauled ass, but still obeying the law, to the ER (where I live). Once at the ER they rushed him in and checked him from head to toe. They drew blood, took a urine sample, poor little guy was poked and jabbed all night with something. Boy did we have fun, You know we were so lucky. We got to share out room with some dude that was so doped out that he thought it would be more fun to refuse a urine/blood test and fight with the cop and yell at the nurses. All the fun ended with him being escorted by the cops with a lovely pair of silver bracelets. Oh and on top of that there was a girl there waiting over an hour on a pending pregnancy test. Man, I love our hospital. (And yes its an actual hospital, not a clinic or anything) So after waiting a few hours Joel gets sent hime with a clean bill of health. The next day, Monday, Oct. 11, I went to his pediatrian for even more vomiting! He couldn't even hold in half an oz. When I got there I told the docor everything. Well he sent him for xrays and the xray tech sent me back to the doctor. Apparently his stomach muscle that leads to his Intestines is completely shut . We had to rush down to a children's specialist hospital, cause the only way I'd take Him to our home town hospital was if Hell froze over!! So here I sit hours after the surgery enjoying the sweetest sounds ever. The sucking on a bottle, the Ginormous burp, and the sweet, sweet sound of silence coming from a satisfied belly. I'm even Enjoyng the smell coming from a fresh poopy diaper. And now I bid you all a good night for I have to go change a diaper full of gold!"
So it's been over a week, but this is my little guy now:
He's such a happy camper!!!
Monday, October 4, 2010
Those little faces
Little Joel will be a month this coming Saturday. I swear this time if flying so quickly. I wish I can go back to September 9th to enjoy that first day with him in my arms. To look him all over again and hear everyone "ooh" and "ahh". Cause baby those first couple of minutes has to be my all time favorite moment in my life, and yes you may be getting older but that favorite moment keeps getting longer. Since that first day I have never enjoyed life so much. I long to wake up just to feed you or change you, for every little moment I get to hold you I feel that much closer to you. I love leaning over your crib just to watch you sleep. Seeing your tiny belly move up and down as you take every breath. And those eyes, oh baby I'm in love with those eyes.
I know I'm probably still fuzzy to you, but you know who I am. Every time I walk into the room you turn to face me, like you know that its me. And from what Joel has told me, you even follow me as I walk out. It makes my heart melt knowing that your looking for me, longing for me.
I know I should be doing a better job at updating and posting pictures that match his age but here are some from when he was only 4 days old and took his first spin in this swing. And lets just say, Monkey Man loves his swing. Plus you get a bonus, Monkey's facial expressions as he sleeps. You know when I look at these I just want to bite those chubby cheeks and kiss those little toes.
I know I'm probably still fuzzy to you, but you know who I am. Every time I walk into the room you turn to face me, like you know that its me. And from what Joel has told me, you even follow me as I walk out. It makes my heart melt knowing that your looking for me, longing for me.
I know I should be doing a better job at updating and posting pictures that match his age but here are some from when he was only 4 days old and took his first spin in this swing. And lets just say, Monkey Man loves his swing. Plus you get a bonus, Monkey's facial expressions as he sleeps. You know when I look at these I just want to bite those chubby cheeks and kiss those little toes.
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