Pregnancy #2 weeks 5-9

Boy oh boy have these past few weeks been insanely hard.  I actually had some sort of delutional thought that because I wouldn’t be working this time around that things would actually be EASIER for me. HA!  Do you know, it’s about 1,000 times harder taking care of a toddler and being pregnant than it ever was working and being pregnant.  Sure, when I was pregnant with Emmett it was certainly trying most days because I was at a job I hated with no work to keep my mind off of what was going on with me but this is a whole new level of work I never saw coming.  When I worked at DU, at least I could go on walks during lunch and grab whatever sounded good to eat or I could sit at my desk for hours on end staring at a screen wishing the hours would pass faster.  When I got home I would immediately make myself something to eat, turn the TV on and plant myself there the rest of the night.  This started promptly at 4:55pm every. single. night until I felt better around week 17 or 18.  I don’t have quite that luxury anymore.  My days are filled with chasing after a little buddy, telling him “no” constantly, watching over him like a hawk so that he doesn’t eat bouillon cubes by the handful (yes, I caught him doing that this afternoon), and entertaining him every single second he’s awake.  This is much more challenging than working at a computer all day long. Not to mention I have to feed the kid things that sound absolutely horrible to me and make me gag just by making this stuff for him.  I pray for nap times to be long and I have count downs til the next nap or bedtime.  I have no idea why this is so difficult.  I used to love nap times for the simple fact that I could get so much accomplished!  Now I just need a nap myself!  It’s a very different lifestyle than the one I used to lead.  I suppose my saving grace is knowing that this won’t last the rest of my life…only a short 8 more months (ha! short!).  I asked Chad last night if he remembered if I ever felt better with Emmett because it’s such a distant memory of mine.  He assured me I did turn a corer at some point during the pregnancy although we both thought it was well into the second trimester.  Thankfully I am 9 weeks this week which is so close to double digits.  I know that some claim that with the 2nd pregnancy they lose track of the weeks and I think that is absurd.  I have been overly obsessed counting down every day of the week and rejoicing that another week has somehow crawled by.  I’ll tell you what, if you want your life to slow waaaaay down, like to a snails pace then don’t go on vacation or quit your job…Get pregnant!  I remember with Emmett those were the longest 10 months of my life and I don’t foresee this one being any different.

So let’s start off actually with week 5.  By the start of week 5 I was still holding strong and feeling pretty great.  The only sign that pregnancy was looming was that I felt incredibly fatigued at every waking hour.  I still got up and ran the dog her usual 2-3 miles finished off by another 2-3 miles on my own.  I would then come home and get ready for the day, get Emmett up and we’d eat and play together for a while.  But at about 9am every day I would start to become overly tired.  My body would just shut down and need a nap.  I have never been a napper so I tried very hard to push this feeling off.  Thank goodness Emmett has started taking morning naps again or I would have never made it through the day.  Emmett would go down around 9 or 10 and mama wouldn’t be far behind.  I would usually sleep for a good 30 min. to an hour.  It felt amazing when Emmett would sleep for two hours in the morning because that also meant I could sleep for an hour and then be productive without my little helper for an hour.  So this schedule was working for me and I kind of hoped it had continued a tad bit longer but unfortunately that weekend came and on Saturday I woke up feeling oddly queasy.  I still got up and ran and Chad and I took a walk with Emmett and got coffee (still tasted fine) but as the day went on I started feeling more and more nauseated and needed extra rest.  It was a bad feeling.  The next day I felt even worse.  I tried running for my usual 5 miles and couldn’t even do that.  I felt like vomiting throughout the entire run.  When I got home I thought I was going to faint or something.  We had plans to meet up with my parents for brunch so we headed out that direction.  The only thing that sounded half way decent was chicken noodle soup.  After we ate I felt a tad bit better but still had that underlying feeling of queasy.  Throughout that next week I felt terrible.  I could barely manage getting out of bed.  Wednesday night my aunt came into town so I ended up spending the night up at my parents house so she could spend some time with Emmett.  That next morning was one of the worst mornings that I can remember.   I was exactly 6 weeks and could barely get down a piece of toast and an egg.  However, once I did I felt well enough to take the dog on a walk.  I was an overachiever and decided to take her for 5 miles.  Wow, very poor decision on my part.  I can’t believe that I chose to do that.  I almost vomited on the green belt and wanted to faint.  I hated life when I got home.  I hoped right back into bed with a throbbing headache and just laid there for about 30 minutes.  Holy hell it was awful.  Somehow I forced myself to get out of bed and get ready for the day.  I also made myself eat a cheese quesadilla and some Gatorade.  I did feel better after that.  The rest of that day was spent with my aunt and mom in Boulder.  I actually ended up not feeling too terrible and when I got home, I was able to put Emmett down for a nap and nap myself as well.  It felt really good and recharged me enough to be able to go to a friends for burgers!

So the 6th week wasn’t much better.  We had our first ultrasound on August 2.  As a side note I can’t stand my OB’s staff at her office and sadly will be changing practitioners here pretty quick.  I won’t even go into the actual appointment but it was rough.  I waited around forever to be seen and they got my scheduling completely wrong.  It was a bad day to say the least.  Anyways, I went alone this time around did see a little embryo that was measuring right at 6 weeks.  There was a heartbeat too which isn’t always seen at the 6 week appointment so I considered myself lucky.  I also got a prescription written for some Zofran which if you haven’t heard is a magic pill.  This week also brought on the constipation.  I don’t remember having this problem with Emmett.  I do remember I didn’t go nearly as often as I should have been going but I never remember my trips being painful like they are this time around.  I have experienced lovely pregnancy constipation now for about a month.  I finally broke down today (almost 10 weeks in) and took some meds for this little problem.  We’ll see what happens.  Anyways, back to week 6, we traveled this week.  We went to Myrtle Beach with my family and I was so looking forward to this trip but it was rough.  It’s not easy traveling while pregnant.  Luckily I did alright through the travel part (must have been adrenaline) but that week I just felt like I had a lump in my throat and an ongoing headache.  It was hard going to the pool everyday and trying to enjoy it while feeling such horrible nausea day in and day out.  I ate a lot of grapenuts and cheese and crackers while we were there.  The worst night I had there was when Chad and I were supposed to go on a date on Tuesday night.  I had napped for the afternoon and when I got up from my nap I felt awful.  I ran to the toilet and dry heaved.  My mom begged me to take another Zofran which I’m really against because I don’t like taking more than one a day but I felt so horrible that I knew that would be the only thing to bring me a little big of relief.  I did actually start to feel better so we left for our date.  It turned out to be a very pleasant evening.  We went for Italian for dinner and the only thing that could have made the evening even a little bit better would have been a glass of vino with dinner.  Here’s another weird thing about being in Myrtle Beach.  I thought our condo smelled like rotten fish.  Every time we’d walk through the front doors I’d start to dry heave.  Finally my mom pulled out some perfume that she had with her and kept it by the entry way so that every time I walked in I could spray it.  Even thinking back on it makes me dry heave a little bit.  Anyways, I made it through week 6 unharmed and in one piece but I knew it could only get worse before getting better (oh wait, I’m still waiting for it to get better)…

Week 7 started in Myrtle Beach.  We were half way through our vacation.  I tried so hard to make the most of it but it was tough putting on a happy face and being around family acting like everything was totally normal.  I did end up telling my Dad’s side because even though I don’t think they know me or my personality what so ever, I could tell they probably thought I was a little standoffish at times.  Hopefully that helped them understand a little bit what I was going through.  I started 7 weeks on Thursday and Saturday we traveled home.  I actually did surprisingly well on the travel home.  When we got to Denver though, I was ready to be put out of my misery.  When we drove home I dry heaved in a little plastic baggy.  That was the closest I’ve gotten to throwing up.  Once we got home I just wanted to go to bed.  I don’t even remember feeling relief when I got into bed.  The next morning I was even worse off so we spent all day laying around and letting me recoup from the trip.  Starting off the next week was rough since I was going at it alone.  To be honest, I don’t even remember what we did that week.  I just remember that every day was a miracle to get through.  We did have a few playdates set up which did help me get my mind off things but it was still sort of rough.

Week 8 was probably the most social week we’ve had.  We were out and about every single day and even on the weekend we had things planned with our friends from when we lived in the condo.  Emmett and I also went to the pool with some friends and did some shopping.  I actually started back exercising a little bit too during this week.  I ran 2 miles and walked 1 and then by the end of the week I had run 3 miles non stop.

So I suppose that brings us up to date at week 9!  Phew…This week has been a doosy.  Week 9 started off last week on Thursday with Chad having to work late on Thursday night.  Oh my gosh.  You would have thought it was the end of the world.  I felt so sick and when I found out he wasn’t going to be home until well after Emmett’s bedtime I cried and cried.  I just wanted some help and time to relax.  It was actually the last thing I wanted to hear from him.  I also joined a gym on Thursday as a bday gift to Chad since he’s been talking about going now for a while and I was able to get in a nice Elliptical workout while Emmett stayed in child care.  It felt pretty good to workout in a gym for a change.  Nice way to start the weekend and he brought home pizza for dinner.  Oddly enough, I thought this would sound good but I literally forced myself to swallow every bite.  I didn’t find it that appetizing.  We stayed up way too late watching our new favorite show master chef.  Saturday and Sunday were pretty bad.  I just felt crummy all day both days.  I don’t know why?  I had just a queasy feeling all day on Saturday and then on Sunday I had a headache that just wouldn’t go away all day long.  My head was just pounding.  We went to my parents house after Emmett woke up from a nap on Sunday and they along with Chad helped with Emmett the rest of the day.  I could barely keep my eyes open and it felt so good to just lie on the couch.  I think I plopped myself down at 1:30 and didn’t get up until about 4.  I don’t know what’s wrong with me.  I hate this but feel so blessed that I’m able to do this all in the same sentence.  Anyways, that night wasn’t much different and I felt pretty terrible all evening as well.  My mom made a lovely dinner of baked beans and burgers and we brought the potato salad.  Unfortunately the only thing I wanted for dinner was crackers and cheese.  So, that’s exactly what I ended up having.  Blah.  When we got home Chad and I were both in bed by 8:30pm.  I think I fell asleep at 9 which made for a much better morning.  Monday was ok.  Emmett took a massive 4 hour nap in the middle of the day from 10-2 so when he woke up we went downstairs and played until Chad got home around 3:30.  We have been blessed with the gift of babysitters aka grandparents this week.  Chad’s parents got here at about 4:30 Monday night and will be here until Friday.  They have been nothing short of wonderful.  They have totally taken Emmett over and have pretty much let me run my own show.  If I want, I can get up in the morning or not.  I can nap, run errands, workout, eat lunch…all without a baby.  They have taken him over 100%.  It feels like I have somewhat of a life back and am not just going through the motions.  Granted I’ve only napped and gone as far as a few blocks away to pick up some items I’ve been meaning to get for a while now but it’s still been nice to do whatever I want to by myself.  When I’m tired I sleep.  When I’m hungry I eat.  When I’m gross I shower.  All of this whenever I feel like it, not run by a toddlers schedule.  Again, I don’t want to give the wrong impression.  I love my little guy to bits but man oh man is it sure nice to have a few days off!  My parents have even offered to take him overnight on Saturday so that Chad and I can wake up in the morning and just LIE IN BED!  Doesn’t get much better than that!  But seriously, what would we do without the help of our parents?

So that brings me to week 10.  I will be 10 weeks tomorrow.  I can’t hardly believe it.  I’ll finally be in double digits.  Maybe I will finally start seeing a light at the end of the tunnel.  I still have about 4 weeks left of this first trimester but hopefully my hormones will start to level off and I’ll start at least being able to eat again.  While I have been eating not much sounds good these days.  A constant has been subway sandwiches.  I also have enjoyed Cafe Rio chicken salads, cheese and crackers, mac. and cheese and cold cereal.  That’s about it.  I don’t crave these things I just know they won’t give me trouble if I eat them.  With Emmett I felt like there was always something that I could eat but right now I feel as though I don’t want to eat anything!  I hate meal times and the thought of actually having to prepare something grosses me out so I’ve been going out more than I’d like to admit.

Hang in there Linds, only 30 more weeks 🙂


Results part 1

And this is a follow up post from the last.  I will continue on with a post for weeks 6-9 in my next post.  I got a little lazy over the past two months so those weeks are combined.

Ok, I said I wasn’t going to blog until Monday but I got a pleasant surprise this afternoon!  I really wasn’t expecting to hear from the doctor until Monday afternoon with my results from my blood draw but I did hear from her late this afternoon/early evening!!  I was actually on the other line with my mom and quite frankly thought it was Chad calling me back from my earlier phone call to him or my dad calling me so I didn’t click over since my mom was trying to give me directions to where I was meeting her.  When I got off the phone from her I noticed that it was the doctor who had called and left a voicemail.  My heart immediately jumped into my throat and I felt dizzy and my heart started racing.  Pretty much the worst thing to happen when you are driving in traffic but I decided to listen to the voicemail anyways.  As I pushed play my hands were drenched in sweat and my heart was beating out of my chest.  She started out apologizing for calling me so late in the day and then proceeded to let me know the results came in from Wednesday’s blood draw.  I didn’t know whether to hit pause or to keep listening.  Did I want to know?!  I was dying to know so I kept listening.  Turns out my CBC came back completely normal, my HCG was at 170 which in her words was considered “good” and my progesterone number was at 25 which she then proceeded to tell me was promising for a healthy pregnancy.  Oh. My. God. Thank. You.  I know I’m far from being out of the woods, actually the blood draw today could very well show my HCG numbers decreasing therefore meaning that the pregnancy isn’t viable but for today I can sigh one more sigh of relief.  Guess we’ll again, just take it day by day.  I’ll know even more on Monday then like I mentioned, we have our first appointment on Wednesday and a possible ultrasound.  It still doesn’t feel real and probably won’t until we’re at least done with the first trimester if we make it that far (see, I’m still be skeptical?).   Like I told Chad earlier, it’s not that I’m not excited, because I’m elated really, but I just don’t ever want to get so sure of this pregnancy that I become completely devastated like the first one.  I’m sure everyone goes through some level of worry but I truly believe it is a completely new level if you’ve miscarried.  Anyways, more on Monday!  Stay tuned!

Edited to let you know that I never wrote a “results part 2” post but everything checked out fine with my HCG levels returning at 400.  Doubling time was about 37 hours which was well in the range of a healthy progressive pregnancy.

Here we go again-week 4

This post was written back in July.  I wanted to document this pregnancy but wasn’t ready to make it public information.  So here is my very first post regarding baby #2…

I started testing while we were in Louisiana earlier this week on Sunday.  I was 10 dpo and with my last pregnancy, it showed up ever so faintly on the most sensitive test at 9 dpo. I used a First Response test which are much more sensitive than the dollar tree tests so that’s why I decided to wait an extra day for this one.  At 10 dpo there was a very faint little pink line on the test.  I really didn’t get excited though because it was so faint and you could easily mistake it for an evaporation line.  Why I test this early, I still have no clue.  It serves zero purpose and just creates more questions.  I kept doing everything I would have done if I weren’t pregnant.  I went for a hard run, I ate what I felt like and I had a beer that night.  I figured if I were pregnant, it would show up darker the next day.  So Monday, which was 11 dpo, I tested again and this time there was a faint line only more noticeable than yesterday’s line.  I even showed Chad and he could see it.  We agreed that the only way to tell was going to be to buy an expensive test when we got home later that night.  So, when we got home, I raced over to Walmart at 9:30pm to get a more reliable First Response pregnancy test.  I took the test with very diluted urine and the line showed up right away.  I kind of knew all along that the test was going to be positive but it’s still a huge shock to see if come up after several months of trying and seeing stark white where that line should have been.  I ran downstairs and showed Chad and we both just raised our eyebrows like, “well, here we go again I think?”.  Now, you are probably wondering, “why wouldn’t they be elated?  Weren’t they trying?  Isn’t this something they want?”  Well, in short, yes.  We were trying and we did want to be excited.  Finally Chad got up from the couch and said “that’s progress” and kissed and hugged me.  I told him I felt a little scared but that I wasn’t really all that excited.  You see, we miscarried back in June of 2011 at 5 weeks 1 day.  I tested at 3 weeks 5 days.  I am just a pessimist I suppose and I know a lot of it has to do with it being a defense mechanism.  I have no strong feeling either way if this one is going to stick.  I wish I could be one of those women who gets a positive pregnancy test and just is so excited and can’t wait to tell the world.  We’ve decided to keep this to ourselves until we know for sure if this is progressing.  I hate that I can’t even think about tomorrow.  I’m just thankful that I haven’t started bleeding yet.  I suppose I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop and that’s why I’m not too excited.  I am just trying not to get ahead of myself.  I just remember how excited we were for our first pregnancy and when that suddenly ended it was one of the most devastating things I’ve ever gone through.  On Tuesday I felt cramping in my uterus almost like pin pricks and a pulling sensation and I thought for sure it was over.  I even prayed to god to just let me miscarry so that I could heal and start over.  The next morning I took my temperature and it was 98.4 which is still high for me and well over coverline so that was reassuring to me.  I went through the rest of Wednesday a little less concerned and the cramping had seemed to have subsided.  I also talked to my doctor on Wednesday.  I had made an appointment on Tuesday for next Wednesday but with Emmett, I had a blood test done which showed my progesterone was a tad on the low side so they put me on prometrium as a precautionary measure.  I didn’t want to wait until next Wednesday to be put on progesterone so I called my doc. to see what we could do earlier.  I also wanted to know how this was going to affect my breastfeeding.  I have been trying to wean for a while now so actually this pregnancy is coming at the perfect time, if nothing else to help me wean Emmett.  The doc. said that there really is no more nutritional value in continuing to nurse because the embryo is taking all the nutrients right now and after the first trimester they recommend to quit altogether.  Honestly, I think yesterday was my last day nursing Emmett because this morning I got up to take the dog for a run and Emmett was awake by the time I got home and Chad was feeding him breakfast.  When I took a shower this morning my boobs weren’t even a little bit full and I think I’m starting to just dry up naturally which is how I wanted it in the first place.  To decide on my own to wean him was incredibly difficult for me so I’m glad it’s working out this way.  Anyways, back to the pregnancy stuff.  So after asking my doc. about breastfeeding, I asked about progesterone and whether or not she wanted me to get on it.  She told me to go in that day and get a blood draw to see a) if my progesterone was low and b) if I was producing enough HCG meaning it needs to be doubling ever 36 to 48 hours or so.  If the HCG is not being produced at that rate, the pregnancy is most likely not viable and you can expect to miscarry.  That’s really the only thing that the blood test tells you, if you’re going to miscarry before it actually happens so I suppose you can prepare yourself for it earlier than when it would actually happen.  To be honest, I have no reason to believe this pregnancy won’t work out other than the fact that the first one didn’t work out.  That is what I’m basing everything on.  Today I went back for the second blood draw to see if the levels are increasing and I’ll unfortunately know the results on Monday.  This is actually the first time ever that I’m looking forward to Monday.  I don’t even know if looking forward to is the correct phrase but I’ll at least know if this pregnancy is heading in the right direction.  I don’t even think there’s anything I can do if it’s not progressing.  I just have to wait and see how long it takes me to miscarry.  It’s really a horrible feeling.  I think this time around, my saving grace is the fact that I do have a perfectly healthy amazing and wonderful baby boy already to keep my occupied and my mind off of a potential miscarriage.  I’m so grateful for him and don’t even know how people continue this process if they don’t already have one to keep up the hope.  He is the reason I know I’ll be capable of having another one someday if this one doesn’t take.

Here’s to being realistic and hoping for the best.  I’ll update on Monday with the results.  I’m just crossing my fingers at this point and if the numbers are where they should be then I’ll continue onto the appointment I have scheduled for Wednesday and maybe get an ultrasound to see if there’s a sac in there.  You can’t see a heartbeat until about 6 weeks and I’d be 5 weeks along next week so I’m just hoping to see a little something if I get that far.  That’s about as far as I can think right now.  One day at a time.  I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!  I’m planning on it if I miscarry or not 🙂

15 months…Oh and 16 months too!

I’ve been putting this post off for about 18ish days now.  I wrote that LAST week and here we are, August 21 23 and my baby boy is almost 16 months old.  Boo.  Bad blogger.  Bad mommy.  I’m trying frantically to keep up with the pace of life that has been this summer and in doing so, my blogging has suffered.  On July 27th I told myself to put this post up no later than August 2.  I didn’t want so much time to pass (like last time) that this post would be outdated but alas, here we are, August 15th 21st and my baby is 6 days away from being 16 months old.  So because I’m so far behind with his monthly updates, I’m going to combine 15 and 16 since they really aren’t that much different at this point anyways.  So here we go!

Emmett had his well visit on July 29th for his 15 month check in so we’ll start there.  He checked in at 80th% in height and 30th% in weight.  Big/small boy!  Because he’s always been 30th% in weight, the doc’s weren’t the least bit concerned.

well visitLet’s start at the beginning of the month.  Emmett celebrated his 1st BIG move!  We said goodbye to the condo…

movingcondoAnd hello to our new Stapleton home!

moving3 moving2

moving1We got possession of the keys on June 30th and ran around that next week like chickens with our heads cut off.  Chad and I did what we thought to be, a ton of work on June 30th.  My parents watched Emmett all day so that we could take two cars and do as many car loads as humanely possible.  We moved a fair amount of stuff to the house and were pretty proud of ourselves.  I think we finally called it a day around 8pm.  We were both solidly wiped out.  That whole next week was consumed with packing and taking many MANY trips back and forth from condo to home.  Thank god for Chad’s parents making the trip out here to help us or I’m not sure we would have ever gotten moved out!

parents after move memaandemmettEmmett also seemed to make huge progress in his walking skills during this week as well.  I think it was due to the fact that we just have so much more space for him to move around in this new house.  In this past month, Emmett has become a walking fool.  He’s actually now a running fool.  I think his crawling days are officially over.

helper2 helper1 helper3He also has a few new tricks up his sleeve like when we ask him to whip his face he takes a napkin up to his lips and dabs his lips off.  He’s also into cleaning up.  If he makes a mess, he usually puts the toys back into the box/bin he got it out of.  He also loves to sing.  When left alone in a corner to play by himself, I’ll hear that ever so sweet voice singing what I think is ABC’s.  He also loves to do the motions for the itsy bitsy spider and twinkle twinkle little star.  He is a total monkey now and mimics everything.  He loves walking through the grocery store and sitting in the cart.  He says “hi” to just about everyone who will make eye contact with him.  He brings a smile to everyone’s face and I just adore taking him out because I know that he’ll make someone’s day a little bit brighter.  He is an extremely social butterfly and loves babies, children and adults of all ages.  He doesn’t discriminate and is friendly to everyone.  We continue to go to several playgroups a week and while the other kids are stealing toys and hitting others to get what they want, my little Emmett is getting toys stolen from him and doesn’t even bat an eye.  I’m sure that will change at some point but for now it’s so sweet to watch him with others because not much gets to this kid.

One not so attractive trait is that when Emmett is upset or angry, he really lets you know about it.  His hitting is out of control.  If you get too close to his face and he’s in a bad mood he’ll take a swing at your face and just stare at you like “what, you deserved it”.  He will also come up to me while I’m sitting down on the chair or couch and if I don’t do what he wants me to do or I take something away from him he will take my skin and pinch it and roll it in his fingers as hard as he can while screaming at me like I’m murdering him.  This behavior is fairly new and it makes me wonder what has happened to my sweet baby boy.  I am sure it’s just a stage but it’s a tough one and can make for long days.  If Emmett wakes up in a bad mood then watch out.  This usually sets the tone for the rest of the day.  I believe we are finally coming out of a fog of bad moods.  Today he woke up in the best mood and it has continued throughout the day.  I can’t even begin to describe how much fun it is to have my sweet boy back, even if only for a day.  I’m hoping this good mood will last for the rest of the week.  Another aggressive behavior that he has picked up is scratching his back.  I noticed a while ago that he would put his hands behind his head quite a bit.  I thought he was just playing with his hair.  One days I noticed redish looking gunk under his finger nails and on the back of his shirt it looked like there were little blood spots.  I pulled his shirt down and he had scratched himself raw.  He was bleeding like crazy on his back from all the scratches he’d given himself.  It really freaked me out.  I asked the doc. about it and they said it was perfectly normal and to clip his nails back to stop the behavior.  I did and it really has gotten a lot better along with some hydrocortisone.

Speaking of health issues, Emmett has had his slew of problems in the last few months.  For a while there I think his pediatrician expected us to come in at least once a week with something different.  The big issue last month was wheezing.  We noticed him wheezing quite a bit right around late June/early July when CO has wildfires that were running out of control.  I thought it may have been triggered by all the ash and smoke in the air so I took him in.  He was breathing so hard that I thought his lungs were going to collapse.  It was actually really scary.  Finally one weekend I had had enough.  It was a Sunday morning in late July and Chad had gone over to our condo to have one of our tenants sign the lease.  I was home with Emmett just watching him play and he sounded as though every breath he took would be his last!  I called the pediatrician on call and they sent me to urgent care.  I called Chad and we decided we’d meet at the urgent care about 25 min. from our house.  It was the only one open so it was our only option.  Luckily we got in early and weren’t left to wait too long.  The doc’s on call listened to him and gave him a quick treatment of albuterol.  They actually said his oxygen level was at a 96% meaning that 100% is the best score you can get.  When the oxygen level drops to 88% you are in the danger zone.  After the treatment they sent us on our way.  He didn’t seem to be doing much better the next day so I took him in again to the doc. on Monday.  I won’t get into it, but it was a very long day with many trips to different pharmacy’s and a new nebulizer.  For the next week Emmett was put on a cocktail of prednisone and albuteral through the nebulizer twice a day.  It was horrible and he hates it but it worked like magic and by Friday he was as good as new.  We are hoping this isn’t going to be a lifelong problem but are glad we at least know what to look for now.

In these past two months Emmett has also taken two more trips.  I think we’re now well over 20 flights for him.  He’s a pro traveler.

flight2-louisianaWe went to Louisiana in the middle of July for a wedding on Chad’s side…

emilyswedding cousins choleandlindsand then to Myrtle Beach at the beginning of August for a family reunion on my dad’s side.


charleston swimmingThe flights to and from LA were challenging but not horrible.  The flights to and from Myrtle Beach made us never want to travel via plane ever again.

Another “trick” Emmett has learned is that throwing things down the stairs is pretty fun.  We have a gate up right now to block off our stairs and he loves throwing things over the gate and watching them tumble down the stairs.  Along with play groups, this month the whole family joined a gym with childcare so Emmett has had the pleasure of going to childcare whenever mommy (or daddy and mommy) decides to go to the gym.  So far as I know, things are going well.

Emmett also continues to eat fairly well.  I’ve noticed that he’s become a little more discriminatory about what he eats these days but in general if he is really hunger I can get him to eat just about anything.  I have also learned that fruit and cars are last on his plate.  If he gets either of these items to start, he won’t touch the protein or vegetables.  I’ve been trying new foods like crazy with him and he seems to really favor Mediterranean food and anything that seems to have lots of spice to it such as Mexican foods and Indian foods.  However, I did take him to do what every American child will probably do at least once in their lives (and probably children living over seas now do this too), I took him on his very first trip to McDonalds.  To say it was a success would be the understatement of the century.

mcdonalds hamburger frenchfriesI got him a happy meal with a regular burger, milk and apple slices.  Mommy got to eat the french fries but I shared a few with Emmett 🙂

Emmett also does a new thing when he’s tired.  Instead of rubbing his eyes, he now puts his hands up to his eyelashes and has a glazed over look in his eyes.  That’s how we know he wants to go “nye nye”.  It is adorable and creepy.  He still has a pacifier and I don’t plan on taking that away until around the age of 2.  For now he only gets it in his crib and then sometimes while traveling to prevent others from hearing him scream.  Another huge milestone happened in month 15.  We said goodbye to breastfeeding and bottles.  Emmett didn’t even think twice about letting these items leave his life which actually helped tremendously.  I thought it would be a long drawn out thing, especially with the bottle but once it was taken away, he was absolutely fine with the sippy cup.  I would have loved to continue to breastfeed my boy until about 18 months or until he rejected me but Emmett is soon going to be promoted to a new role at the end of March and so it sort of made our decision to stop breastfeeding when we did worthwhile…

18I promise I will start posting about baby #2 soon!  I have been documenting a little bit but wasn’t quite ready to announce until now 🙂  So to add to all the new and exciting things happening in Emmett’s life, he will be a big brother at the end of March!!  I think he’s super excited 😉

myboyI think that’s about it for these past few months.  I don’t want time to lapse like this again so I’m going to try my hardest to keep up with my monthly posts about Emmett along with weekly posts about baby B #2.  I have a feeling I’ll fall behind yet again but I’ll do my best.

Here’s to months 15 and 16!  A word to my boy:  Emmett, you are growing and changing so much now I can barely stand it.  I look back at pictures of you from last summer and don’t even believe that was the same baby.  I love every single minute with you and even though you have become a challenge for me while in this first trimester of pregnancy, I still don’t know how I could have things any other way.  I have felt over the past month like I’m in a pre-partum depression because of how terrible I have felt but you seem to make me forget for one moment how crappy I feel when you look up at me and smile.  I love you so much and am so happy I have you here this second time around on this journey to meeting your sibling.