Sunday, January 31, 2010
As I've mentioned in the last couple of posts, or last post.. THE MONKEY has started the dreaded teething. It hit him like a ton of bricks one day and hasn't stopped or calmed down since. He's been his normal, happy self during the moring and afternoon, however, once four o' clock pm hits, all hell breaks loose. I am not kidding. It's as if Satan (S.A.T.A.N.) himself ate my child and is reaking havoc on my household. It doesn't stop until somewhere between eight and nine o' clock pm. He screams and cries, full crocodile tears and all, and nothing seems to help his poor little soul. His gums don't seem to be swollen or red, just yet, but the drooling is like a raging river of death, he's chewing on ANYTHING and EVERYTHING that he can find and fit into his tiny little mouth.
Despite all of the mass panic about this new little teething situation, we think we've stumbled upon a helpful solution. Or cure, er, I mean treatment.
Last night we went down to our local health food store to look at their "all natural" solutions to common ailments. While fumbling through the issles filled with anything and everything in between, we stumbled upon Wellements® Organic Gripe Water. Gripe Water is made with 100% all natural, certified organic ingredients. It contains NO ALCOHOL or sucrose, it's free of any preservatives and is GMO and Gluten free.
Gripe Water is used for colic like symptoms as well as teething, gas, hiccups, stomach upset, etc. We used it on THE MONKEY last night, BEFORE his symptoms usually hit and we had a happy baby all night long. Absolutely no crying fits. No crocodile tears.. need I say more?
I think my heart can finally start putting itself back together again, for now.
This stuff is magic.
I know, I know.. How can ONE night be enough to tell if it works? Let me tell you. When you have a two and a half month old precious baby boy who is screaming... SCREAMING his poor little head off for a few hours on end, EVERY. SINGLE. EVENING. because he's in pain.. giving him one night of being pain free is enough to say it works, for me. The crap is magic, I tell you.
I purchased a 4oz bottle for $9.90. A cheap price to pay for a happy little baby!
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
With the greatest gratitude,
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Senior: He's Daddy's little helper! (While showing me his outfit -
bright red pants & baby blue onsie with printed tool belt across the
front that says "daddy's little helper")
Me: Yeah that doesn't match but okay..
Senior: YES it does because I coordinated the SOCKS! (While lifting up
his foot to show me socks that were baby blue & red!)
Me: *rolls eyes*
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
As I sit and ponder this day, January 12, 2010, I can’t help but look back on all that I’ve been blessed with this past year. You see, today isn’t only your two month birthday, but it’s Mommy’s birthday as well. Today mommy turns 23 years old.
Over this past year I have been blessed with so many things that I never thought would happen. Things that I couldn’t have dreamed would come true. As well as some things that I wished wouldn’t have.
This very same time, last year, your Great Grandma passed away. I was blessed to meet her and visit with her a few times before she went and you couldn’t have had a better Great Grandma. She was a precious woman. You would have loved her as I’m sure you still will when we tell you about her. We were blessed that she went peacefully as we couldn’t have asked for anything better. That was such her style. She was a wonderful woman.
Not only that, but this time last year we were no closer to having you, our sweet precious little man. Mommy and Daddy had talked to the doctors and finally started planning our cycle. We hadn’t started our meds and as far as Mommy knew, we were never going to have you. Thankfully things went much better than we could have expected and we were blessed with your little presence just a short month later. Mommy couldn’t have asked for a better outcome; YOU!
You’ve come such a long way in just two short months. I don’t see how all this happens so fast. It seems so cliché to say, “Where has the time gone?” but nothing encompasses it better? The time has flown by and now you’re not my precious little infant anymore. You’re growing into the most handsome little boy, before my eyes, and I am so very proud of you. You’ve gone from a squishy little bobble head to holding your head up and rolling over in our bed. I don’t know how you do it.
You’ve learned to smile, to laugh, to coo, although your laugh isn’t really a laugh; it’s more of a forced explosion of enthusiasm but it’s completely cute none the less. Your smile is THE best thing that I’ve ever seen. I can’t describe the feeling that I have, as a mother, your mother, to wake up and see your precious little smile when our eyes meet. It’s the best feeling a mother could have. To know that you recognize me and that you are smiling at me because you know me. You’re happy and because you’re happy that you’re seeing me. I turn to a huge pile of sap every time. Your toothless grin is the best, ever. EVER.
My handsome boy, you look like your father more and more everyday. It’s funny to go from, “oh! He looks so much like both of you, it’s hard to tell!” to “Wow, he looks like his dad!” in such a short amount of time. I love to watch you sleep. You couldn’t look like your dad anymore than you do when you sleep. You have the same squished face, the same facial features, the same facial expressions and that same peaceful breathing sound that your dad makes when he’s actually getting good sleep. I, too, hope that your sleep is just as good as his when you make this noise.
You’ve just become interested in your toys, lately. It’s funny to see how you’ve gone from “who cares about that thing spinning above my head” to “stop talking to me because I’m concentrating on this new, fun thing, here.” I love to dangle toys in front of you and watch you bat them with your hands. You haven’t quite learned how to hold onto them or “play” with them yet, but you’ll get there. It’s cute all the same. It melts me, I tell you, it does.
It’s so amazing to watch you grow and turn into a little man. You impress your dad and I way more than we can keep up with. Continue, my son, we love it.
Monday, January 11, 2010
He has a cyst the size of an apricot pit in his right hip area, as well as a huge pocket of fluid surrounding it. They're going to send a camera in and give him a shot of cortizone, hoping that the shot, alone, will burst the cyst and drain the fluid. If the shot doesn't work, I think they will be opening him up to remove the cyst and to drain the fluid, I'm not sure. The doctor didn't want to talk about Option B.
So please keep him in your thoughts and prayers as he goes "under the knife".
Also, please don't forget to stop by, tomorrow, as THE MONKEY'S two month update will be here.
Tuesday, January 05, 2010
Senior also had a doctors appointment today. Turns out the pain in his back is caused by a large cyst surrounded by a pocket of fluid. He is scheduled to go in for surgery on Monday, January 11th, 2010 to fix it. Did I mention that it's the day before my birthday?! Nice.
I also had to make a call in to my OB. My bleeding after having THE MONKEY still hasn't gone away. It's been 8 weeks. EIGHT.WEEKS.PEOPLE!!! It will get to the point where it dries up for a day or two... then BAM! B.A.M. Back to the war zone. It's a vicious cycle that has yet to go away. I'm nervous that something may be wrong and that's why it's not healing up. I mean I expected to bleed.. but not for 8 weeks. This has got to stop. I talked to the triage nurse at my OB's office and she seems to think that it's just taking my body longer to heal than normal because there is no odor or cramping associated with the bleeding. She's going to talk to my doctor and get her thoughts on it to be sure. She'll call me back when she talks to her.
I'm praying that all is well and we all make it out of these next 2 weeks alive.... if we do, it'll be a miracle.
ESPECIALLY after the crap that Senior pulled this morning. Want to know how I received word that he was having back surgery?! Through a damn TEXT message!!! That's almost as good as when he text me to tell me that the results came back positive for cancer. UGH!
Someone pray for his soul because I'm very close to beating him to death.
Give me a heart attack.