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You’ve probably been waiting expectantly for an Easter post, but I took a ridiculous number of photos over the weekend which require thorough weeding and editing.

But all is not lost, because I have a cute baby in a bathtub!

Brian filled Jameson’s squirting bath toys and gave them to him face up. Jameson had a blast squirting water at his face, Brian and myself. He gave the biggest giggles!

Do you see the rash on his shoulder? I don’t believe I’ve mentioned it here, but after months of trying neosporin, lotion, no lotion, mild hydro-cortisone and stronger hydro-cortisone, the doctors diagnosed him with eczema. We’re just at the point of managing it with weeks on/weeks off of the hydro-cortisone, and this particular spot on his shoulder is stubborn.

Jameson just loves taking baths now, but he’ll tell us when he’s all done and ready to be wrapped up in a cozy towel (or more likely, excited to walk around nakey for a little bit). The other night I got a cute (out of focus) video of him splashing away.

After his bath, Brian gave him a few more hair do’s while he brushed his teeth. He refuses to let us brush his teeth for him, but luckily he has decided he likes it (this week anyway) and is doing well himself. Probably because he is getting both of his top canine teeth in and it feels good for him.

We’ve been giving him Advil at night and overnight. Poor thing moans in his sleep when he’s teething.

This is what happened when we took the toothbrush away.

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Bad Virus, part 2

Read part 1 here to get up to speed!

Sunday was quite a bit more work to keep Jameson entertained than Saturday. He awoke pretty cheerful, but wasn’t too thrilled about being tethered. They took him off the IV and oxygen, but both were still attached to him. We tucked the oxygen tubing in his pants to keep him from tripping over yet another cord. And he still was attached to the pulse meter on his toe.

Brian has pretty much endless patience, which is a wonderful compliment to my less-than-patient self. I’m sure he kept me calmer than I would’ve been otherwise, waiting to hear when Jameson’s nose was going to get swabbed for viruses.

There were definitely a couple times when Jameson was near inconsolable, and it was all we could do to try and bounce him in our arms (when he wasn’t trying to fling himself out of them). TV still doesn’t work on him, which I suppose is a good thing, though it certainly didn’t feel like it.

We found out later that day that Jameson was free of any of the known viruses like croup and RSV, so that was a relief.

The diagnoses? Some crazy cold virus that combined with his ear infection to cause fevers that accelerated his breathing, the mucus that may have caused the low oxygen levels, and the loss of appetite that landed us here in the first place.

Meal times was a nice short break to the endless rounds of trying to occupy Jameson in a teeny tiny space. He started eating some again, and seemed to enjoy playing with his lunch.

We also got some toys from their playroom which Jameson enjoyed for what seemed like a very brief time. He particularly likes stacking toys right now and there was one that he really enjoyed there.

Thankfully, Aunt Melissa came over later that day for a brief visit. Jameson loved brushing her hair. And his own hair for that matter; he’s very into the hairbrush recently.

She also got me out of his room for a little while. I had come in from the back when I arrived with Jameson on Saturday, so I had no idea where anything was. We went down to the lobby so I could get an official badge and walked around the cafeteria. The hospital is actually very nice, and it’s really too bad Jameson couldn’t leave his room because there were plenty of things he would’ve loved to see.

Aunt Melissa also brought some teethers for Jameson, which aside from the pacifier (woe that we discontinued it just a few weeks prior), frozen or cold teethers are the only thing that will calm Jameson down for a little bit.

She left us then with a relatively happier baby. It wasn’t long after that that Grandma and Grandpa arrived, freshly back from a weekend getaway. They were thrilled to see him, despite him wailing away when they walked in the room. We were happy to leave him in their hands for a little while and prep his dinner (and eat our own : Jimmy John’s Vito sandwhich for lunch AND dinner! awesome!).

Jameson still hadn’t drank any milk yet, but he was drinking more apple juice from a bottle. Spoiled baby :)

Jameson wasn’t too interested in dinner, but he did enjoy sipping water from a straw, which was cute. He kept trying to throw food on the ground, except there was no puppy to pick it up, sigh…

Around this time, our roommate was released, which was nice since we had visitors we were able to open up the curtains and move around the room more freely. They wanted to keep Jameson overnight one more night to see how he did without oxygen all night long, so I was also excited about the prospect of sleeping that night without the constant annoyance of IV alarms going off like they had the night prior.

Around Jameson’s bedtime, we chased out grandma and grandpa and tried to get him to sleep.

It was, in a word, LONG.

Brian and I sang songs for, it must have been, 45 minutes before Jameson fell asleep. And I say songs, I really mean the 2 songs that we both knew (Rock-a-Bye Baby and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star), interspersed with a couple other songs that I knew.

Jameson finally fell asleep though, and I was thrilled that he went into the “jail crib” without any problems!

He actually slept in there almost all night. It was such a relief compared to the hours we spent awake the night before. He woke up around 3, but fell back asleep on me within a half hour, and I moved him back to the crib without difficulty. When Brian arrived in the morning, we were sleeping separately, soundly.

The crib rails actually go up and down rather than the bed itself (so they can easily access babies in an emergency). It is a kind of clever set up.

We knew we would be going home in the morning, but we should’ve realized that hospitals are slow. We finally were discharged around 10:30 or so, 3-1/2 hours after we started talking about getting released. The good news is, Jameson finally started drinking milk again!

All in all? The nurses were nice. We had one nurse, Shane, who was there every day, so there was some consistency. We had very friendly lady nurses overnight. I’m sure they considered us pretty easy patients, though we felt like Jameson was anything but easy.

Shane removed Jameson’s IV when it was time to go. Jameson wailed away and then paused for a minute, watching again as he removed it.

We weren’t sorry to leave that room, that’s for sure. It was such a relief, since we had arrived expecting pneumonia and ear infection and left with nothing but a bad cold virus.

We got home, and in a couple hours we put Jameson down for a nap. When he got up, we decided to go out and run some errands rather than being cooped up in the house the rest of the day (I had been stir crazy all weekend). We stopped at the elementary school playground which Jameson loved.

He’s very into the flowers right now and has me pick them for him to hold on to. Sometimes he tries to eat the stems and I have to take them away, but the delight on his face when I hand them to him make me keep giving them.

And that’s it, a happy end to a relatively unhappy weekend. It really put some perspective on the value of health and made me feel blessed that we didn’t need to be there longer for anything more serious. Very blessed.

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Bad Virus, part 1

Last week, Jameson went to the doctor on Tuesday for his check up and 15 month vaccinations. He had a mild cough (mostly when he was sleeping) but otherwise seemed pretty healthy.

In the days that followed, he developed low-grade (99F) fevers in the afternoons at daycare which we had them treat with Advil and which it responded to. I guessed it was the vaccines or teething. We weren’t too concerned, but his cough was worsening, and finally on Friday his fever jumped to 101F late in the afternoon.

We called the doctor then, but they recommended it was viral and not to come in unless it got worse.

I can’t say that it got significantly worse, but Jameson had reduced appetite and we had seen a sign on his daycare door warning of croup, so on Saturday we opted to go in to the doctors office anyway. I hadn’t even showered yet, it being a lazy Saturday morning.

I left the doctors office with Jameson in an ambulance.

The doctor, who was not our regular pediatrician but part of the practice we go to, determined that he had pneumonia based on the sounds in his left lung and fevers. They measured the oxygen in his blood with pulse oximtery and decided that we should do a breathing treatment. His levels were lower, but not dangerously low. The treatment is typically used for asthmatics and help open the airways.

Jameson was not a fan. He was already exhausted since he hadn’t had a nap, so thankfully he only fought for five minutes or so before giving in to the mask and loud buzz of the machine. Unfortunately for Jameson, it didn’t really help oxygenate his blood, and in fact his next pulse ox measurements were lower.

We did one more breathing treatment which raised it one point. Jameson was near to falling asleep during the second round, poor thing. The cut off, the doctor told me, is 93. Normal adults are between 96-98 he said. Our regular pediatrician told me later that everyone has their own cut off. But regardless, Jameson was at a 92. And I kind of thought maybe I saw some skin darkening at the fingers and toes, so I was starting to get concerned.

At that point, the doctor recommended oxygen for Jameson and transportation to the hospital. Once attached to oxygen, we couldn’t very well transport him ourselves. We agreed. And once he was on oxygen, Jameson measured 98 and 99, which told us we had made the right decision for him.

Were I to go through this again, I would bring my own Tylenol or Advil with me. Jameson measured a temperature of 99 when we arrived at the doctor’s office and we hadn’t given him anything yet, but by the time we were admitted and settled some 4 hours or so later, Jameson’s fever reached 102 because of the delay.

I rode in the ambulance (no sirens or lights, as this was an non-emergency transport; Jameson was stable and actually sleeping), while Brian went home to grab some things. The pediatrician couldn’t give us an estimate as to how long Jameson would be in the hospital with pneumonia.

It was somewhere around the afternoon when we were finally settled. Jameson was extremely unhappy about the new nose tubes for oxygen (they didn’t go all the way in, just rested at his nostrils). It took us a few tries. Jameson kicked me in the throat and completely tore it out on our first try. Once it was in though, he pretty much gave up.

Jameson received Motrin and apple juice/water. He wasn’t interested in milk at all, but downed the apple juice.

We felt some relief shortly after as the doctors weren’t convinced he had pneumonia; they said his chest sounded clear except just a little something near the bottom on the left. But they brought an xray machine into our room to check his lungs anyway.

Then the rest of the afternoon looked something like this:

Pneumonia aside, Jameson was really tired and not feeling well, so he laid on us most of the day.

After a few hours, we determined that Jameson was probably dehydrated and so they inserted an IV and gave him fluids. I didn’t watch, but Brian said that he cried until the initial poke and then he just watched them work. Like father, like son! They took some blood for analysis then too.

Along with fluids, they gave Jameson a dose of antibiotics via IV since he may or may not have pneumonia but he definitely had an ear infection.

Later in the evening, they told us that Jameson’s xray “looked clear” (though it hadn’t been officially signed off on just yet). No pneumonia! And blood work was all normal too. As a bonus to all this, since Jameson got his round of IV antibiotics, he didn’t need to come home with any oral antibiotics. Once and done when you’re in the hospital!

Jameson’s fever hadn’t broken yet by 7 that evening, so we opted for Tylenol which did the job overnight. And that was Saturday. Phew!

Brian left late at night to go home and check on Sasha (many thanks to our neighbors who paid for Brian’s oil change and fed and let her out during our stay at the hospital).

Meanwhile, I am a little bonier than Brian (read: less comfortable) so Jameson had a hard time getting comfortable on me. Every time he fell asleep, I felt like one of our’s or our roommate’s monitors were going off. Around 3 am, the nurse said he had been weaned off the oxygen, so we unhooked him, and I was able to lay down (FINALLY) with him on the couch/futon. We fell asleep around 4:30.

Brian arrived bright and early Sunday morning to us laying there on the futon, Jameson on my chest sleeping soundly.

But… we didn’t get to go home on Sunday. Despite the fact that Jameson was feeling much better, with fever broken and antibiotics and fluids in his system. He wasn’t a big fan of confinement, I’ll say.

In some ways, Sunday was worse than Saturday. And we were still waiting to find out what he had.

[Just a note to anyone thinking that I took a lot of photos while Jameson was very ill (read: too many, like I wasn’t paying enough attention to him): Jameson was asleep for the ambulance ride and some of that scary business. For the rest, Brian or I were both there with him, rocking and holding him whenever he fussed or needed anything during his waking and sleeping hours. While Jameson won’t remember this, I certainly will, and as ever, documenting it keeps me thinking clearly and believing that everything is going to be a-okay. Which is was. Thank goodness :) ]

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Grown Up Things

As I mentioned a few weeks ago, Brian got a new job. Aside from dealing with a sick baby those first few weeks, we took the time to get together with our financial adviser to discuss 401Ks and the like last night. It’s not the most fun way to spend an evening, but I always walk away feeling like we’re doing the good, grown up thing.

Another super not fun grown up thing?


Brian is lucky enough to still do them himself, though that may change next year. I always hassle him to do them when Jameson and I are gone (like when we visited grandparents!) but who would want to do taxes on their free weekend? Certainly not me. Not that I do them.

Sunday, Jameson was ill in the morning. By ill, I mean sick, all over me. Twice. It was stellar.

(That was sarcasm, in case you missed it)

He walked around shaking his head “no” at everything, at turns lying down on the ground, asking to be picked up, asking to be put down. He couldn’t get comfortable until, whoops, vomit all over mommy.

It was lucky we had two little bears so Jameson got his other little bear and I took the poor sick bear and my clothes to the laundry. On his second sick round an hour later, I rescued the spare little bear even though Jameson was really upset I took him away.

He’ll thank me later, for saving his other little bear.

Anyway, after a 45 minute nap, he woke up a little upset, but with a few sips a water (literally), he was back to himself. He didn’t nap at all the rest of the day, and spent it running walking fast around the house, taking a couple walks outside in the stroller and wagon, and acting like the morning had never happened.

And what else do you do on a day like that but do taxes?

Dance. Obviously.

P.S. Jameson went to the doctor to get vaccines yesterday. He was not thrilled with the doctor this time at all, hugging my shoulder the entire time. It was the quickest visit we’ve ever had though, I didn’t even sit down! He is 20 pounds, 11 ounces, in the 10-25% percentile, and 30-3/4 inches long, in the 25-50% percentile.

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Jameson had a great Valentine’s Day on Monday. Well, the evening anyway. He was fussy at daycare, but he got to see grandma in the evening for a couple gifts. Lucky little man, he finally got to open some of his own presents!

Oh, and he’s in his jail time outfit. This is our spare daycare outfit. It’s always kind of fun to walk in that day and say “Oh! Jameson’s in his jail time outfit! He must have been messy today!”

Jameson just loves his new duck (and his new outfits too, of course). He loves to put his face into soft things and lay on them like pillows.

That night, he also decided to start “walking” again, or at least taking steps. He’s also making strides in standing up on his own from his feet (rather than just stepping away from something). He occasionally does a weird crawl on the palms of his hands and feet. Today I think he finally did it on his own, but I missed it!

Now you might be wondering at this point, what else Jameson got. Something pink.

Pink EYE!

On Tuesday he came home from daycare with goopy eyes and one that looked a little swollen. I was certain he had pink eye, and the doctor confirmed it the following morning (Bacterial Conjunctivitis is our technical name). Jameson at this point isn’t contagious anymore since he’s now been on antibiotics and eye drops for 24 hours, but we had to miss daycare yesterday and today.

In addition, Jameson has a cold and a bad ear infection (which is possibly the same one from before). So he is on stronger antibiotics this time around which will hopefully knock it out. He already seems like he is feeling better today, and the eyes are clearing up. Yesterday was a bit of a nightmare, except for our doctors visit where Jameson was so worn out he actually laid on my shoulder for that entire half hour we were there. Small blessings!

Even though most of our day looked like this today:

He is still clearly sick, with irritated skin under his eyes, snot coming out of his nose, and extra naps (at 5:30 pm, he is taking his second nap!)

I did try and get some 14 month photos today, but since I didn’t have Brian to help me, they ended up like this (aka dangerous). I will try again later tonight or maybe even this weekend.

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