And on the 5th day…
he is still pooping. Kellar has gotten some horrible stomach bug that likes him so much it is refusing to leave. Early Thursday morning Kellar was very very restless, crying and just couldn’t get himself comfortable, after 30 or 40 minutes of wondering what was going on the reason ended up all over our bed. I have never ever seen this child puke like that, I am happy to report that my gag reflexes still work very very well and I still hold the title of “social vomiter”. We get cleaned up, the sheets changed and he then attempts to blow the bottom out of his diaper. I get him all cleaned up, he lays back down and I hear the rumble again, and again, and again. This all started around 3 am, by 9am I had changed at least 6 diapers, he had spit up what was left in his tummy 2 more times. We get up and it continues, I had to put him on the toilet twice to change his diapers b/c it was that full and nothing but water. I called his pedi and he wanted him to come in so they could test his poo for roto virus, thankfully it came back negative. Friday was a little better, by Saturday he had no more vomiting or diarrhea, the bug decided he wanted to visit daddy and I for a day, then came to the conclusion that he didn’t like us as much and has now went back to Kellar. And last night history repeated itself, we now have clean sheets on the bed, are clean as a whistle after having 2 baths within 2 hours and are seeing how much a diaper really can hold.
1st dental visit..1st poo in the potty…
Today was Kellars 1st trip to the dentist. I was rather nervous about how he’d react, would he scream when he saw him walk in, would he refuse to let him even see that he has teeth, would he clamp down and knaw his hand like a shark? Kellar did well, I was surprised. He let the assistant *brush* his teeth a little bit, this has been a issue here at the house for quite some time now..when he was smaller I could put the finger brush in and rub his gums and the few teeth he had, now that he’s got teeth that would be like sticking your finger in a pirranas mouth…I’m not that brave. The toothbrush just hasn’t been cutting it, he fights me and clamps down, I eventually give in and let him have it. I am happy to report there are no cavities, she did point out a *ridge* on one of Kellars teeth, I have noticed this as well, but so far there is no explanation for it and it’s not rotten so I guess it’s ok. She asked “he’s off the bottle right” uhm no..does he take a pacifier still…uhm yea…I don’t know how we are going to break these two habits, he LOVES his bottle at night, and he’s addicted to the binky, I will say that his need for the binky is not as high as it used to be but he does enjoy an occasional tug off it. I don’t want his teeth to rot, but at the same time I don’t want to take something away from him that is comforting, he likes it and I feel he deserves to have it if he wants it…yes I know my child is going to be rotten because the thought of him not getting what he wants or when he wants it breaks my heart. Maybe deep down I feel like if I take his bottle from him that is just another sign that he is not a baby anymore, my baby boy is growing up. If I take away his binky, he’s growing up, he doesn’t need that comfort anymore and that too means that my little boy is growing up. I’m not ready for him to grow up, I’m not ready for him to not be that little baby boy anymore, yes I know he is only going on 2 but these 2 years have flown by and I want to hold on to that little bit of baby that he has left…gosh what am I gonna do when he starts school? Speaking of growing up, Kellar pooped in the potty tonight, so what if it was on accident he did it..I bought the potty chair with no intent of actually starting potty training, I actually just think it’s so funny to see him sitting on the pot, then he gets up with his little naked tail and runs off out of the bathroom, or there are those times when he gets up takes 3 steps away from the potty and tinkles on my floor. We are giving the big boy bed another shot tonight, the 1st night went ok till about 3 when he woke up in a coughing fit. Last night was a no go..Tonight we came back here to my bed and laid him down, he was all of a sudden wide awake and ready to play. I have been counting with Kellar a lot the last few weeks, and I use my fingers to show him 1, 2, 3 and so forth. Well tonight I was trying to get him to lay down, and I was going to count to 3 to try and teach him that when mommy starts counting she means business. I got one out and the little toot held up 1 finger and started laughing, needless to say I burst out laughing, called Joey to come back there so he could see the little smarty pants and out of the bed and back into the living room we went to play some more. Kellar is still battling this runny nose/coughing mess. We took him to the dr yesterday and he’s on cough meds and congestion meds, breathing treatments and we are watching to make sure his wheezing doesn’t get any worse. Going on 40 minutes in his bed now..Yippeeee!!!!!
Sound asleep…
In his big boy bed!!!! Okay so I think I am having a harder time with Kellar not being in my bed than he is, well actually he doesn’t know he’s no longer asleep in my bed so when he wakes up and realizes it I may have to re-think who is having a harder time with it. I was always one to say that I would never have my child in the bed with us, and I stuck to that until he got sick, not just a runny nose sick but coughing so hard he was choking and would lose his breath sick. He was unable to lay down because he wasn’t able to breathe through his nose and therefore I put him in the bed with us and I sat with my back to the headboard and he slept on my chest, and from there it’s history. I admit it’s wonderful when he rolls over and scootches over next to me to snuggle, I love waking up and being able to watch him sleep, or smell his hair when he’s curled up next to me, but here lately he has became quite the bed hog, so much that I have been sleeping at the foot of the bed with my legs stretched out over Joeys, and the little squirt still manages to come down there where I’m at and I find myself still moving out of his way. I have woke up and Joey is literally doing a balancing act to stay on the bed and KING KELLAR is stretched out “sideways” in the bed with a foot lodged in his rib cage. So needless to say it was time that we *try* and get him back into his own bed, not that it’s out of our room. Kellars bed is one that will transition from a baby bed to a day bed to a full size bed, right now we have it set up as a day bed with the half rail in front, his bumper pad is filling the empty spot and it’s pushed up next to our bed so if he gets upset and I can swoop him up and back into our bed. So as I sit here and type this my Lil’ Bear is snoring and sleeping oh so peacefully in his big boy bed! My baby is growing up on me so fast. And I miss him not being in my bed….
We have 5 flakes..
so it looks like Kellar won’t get to make any snow angels this year..Darn it. I will admit, when I looked out the window this afternoon I was like a little kid when I spotted that lonely flake drifting to the ground. I sat there and strained my eyes for a few more minutes while Kellar is in the window hollering “see it see it”, no I don’t think he actually was able to see the speck falling, I think he was more less mocking me telling his grammy “it’s snowing, see it right there, do you see it yet”. This snowflake blizzard we had lasted all of about uhmmm 5 minutes and just like that it was gone. So sad so sad. Oh well I suppose if I ever want to build a snowman or play in the snow with Kellar I’ll have to give in and move off somewhere *cold*, and by cold I don’t mean TX cold where people bundle up when the temp hits 65. They say there’s a chance of flurries tonight, who knows with this weather, it may snow one minute then be 78 the next..I guess it’s probably a good thing we didn’t get enough snow to warrant me wanting to take Kellar outside, he’s still got a runny nose and has started to cough.
If you have a free moment…
There is a blog that I highly recommend that you take time to visit. Nate’s wife Tricia was diagnosed with CF at a very young age. She was on the transplant list to receive a new set of lungs, then she found out that she was pg. At this point she had 2 options, one was to terminate the pregnancy and go forth with the transplant or keep the baby and take the risk of both she and the baby not making it. Once you start reading the story you will know that abortion wasn’t even an option for this family. Tricia delivered Gwyneth at 24 wks and has been on a ventilator since, they are slowly bringing her out of sedation. Please take time the check out this website and keep them in your prayers http://cfhusband.blogspot.com or you can click on the link on the right side of the page, cfhusband.