the month from hell.
Sorry for the skimpy postings...Zoe has been sick with a bad stomach bug for over a week.
Will get back on board when things return to normal. Will they? Ever? Please? Please?
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Better and toddling
I'm so glad that we went to the Urgent Care over the weekend because it made a tremendous difference. It sucked (literally - ha!) but it was so worth it. That night Zoe came home and slept better than she had in weeks.
Now that she's better, she's charging to world. Walking - more and more each day and it is SO! CUTE!
Posting may be light for the next week or so, depending on my internet access. We leave for Fountain Hills, AZ, on Friday. Hoooooray, warm weather!
Now that she's better, she's charging to world. Walking - more and more each day and it is SO! CUTE!
Posting may be light for the next week or so, depending on my internet access. We leave for Fountain Hills, AZ, on Friday. Hoooooray, warm weather!
Monday, February 9, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Deep suctioning - no thanks
Dear Zoe B,
Tonight I had to take you to the children's hospital urgent care because you just didn't seem to be getting better. You were still running a fever and your cough wasn't improving. So, we took off to the urgent care and to be honest, I thought they'd tell me to just ride this virus out. Not so!
They did a whole host of things that were very unpleasant for you and, by extension, me. Initially we went by ourselves and as soon as I heard "deep suctioning" I called your Dad and told him to come. You freak out when I try to suction your nose with the bulb syringe so I knew this would be horrific. And, of course, it was. They had to hold you down and stick a tube up your nose and down your throat, and just typing this out and thinking of it makes me tear up. I'm so glad your dad was there because I couldn't watch - I had to stand in the corner, plug my ears and deep breathe. He was with you and held your hands.
That was first and you never quite recovered from it - you cried off an on for a good hour...and then started back up whenever anyone came in the room. Next up: breathing treatments. More crying. Medicine. More crying. Checking your oxygen level. More crying. Your dad and I were talking about what it must be like for babies in situations like these. We agreed on alien abduction. A bunch of people you've never seen before, can't understand what they're saying, holding your arms down, sticking things in your face. This did little to console me.
But - the good news is that you're going to get better now. You've been sick for over a week and you should start to feel better in the next couple days. I can't wait. I hate this for you. This is the thing about loving you the way that I do...an illness for you is ten thousand times worse than one for me. Your Grandpa David said to me on the phone tonight, "sometimes being a parent just rips your heart out."
Couldn't have said it better myself.
I love you, sweet girl.
Love,
Mama
Tonight I had to take you to the children's hospital urgent care because you just didn't seem to be getting better. You were still running a fever and your cough wasn't improving. So, we took off to the urgent care and to be honest, I thought they'd tell me to just ride this virus out. Not so!
They did a whole host of things that were very unpleasant for you and, by extension, me. Initially we went by ourselves and as soon as I heard "deep suctioning" I called your Dad and told him to come. You freak out when I try to suction your nose with the bulb syringe so I knew this would be horrific. And, of course, it was. They had to hold you down and stick a tube up your nose and down your throat, and just typing this out and thinking of it makes me tear up. I'm so glad your dad was there because I couldn't watch - I had to stand in the corner, plug my ears and deep breathe. He was with you and held your hands.
That was first and you never quite recovered from it - you cried off an on for a good hour...and then started back up whenever anyone came in the room. Next up: breathing treatments. More crying. Medicine. More crying. Checking your oxygen level. More crying. Your dad and I were talking about what it must be like for babies in situations like these. We agreed on alien abduction. A bunch of people you've never seen before, can't understand what they're saying, holding your arms down, sticking things in your face. This did little to console me.
But - the good news is that you're going to get better now. You've been sick for over a week and you should start to feel better in the next couple days. I can't wait. I hate this for you. This is the thing about loving you the way that I do...an illness for you is ten thousand times worse than one for me. Your Grandpa David said to me on the phone tonight, "sometimes being a parent just rips your heart out."
Couldn't have said it better myself.
I love you, sweet girl.
Love,
Mama
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
CRAP! WE'RE SICK!
Poor little Zoe B is the sickest she's ever been. Until now, she's had some sniffles, a runny nose and congestion but nothing like this. She's just plain sick. Running a fever, runny nose, junky cough and sad and blue. My poor little bean.
I started feeling a bit crummy today, too, but lucky for me - I'm a grownup and I can medicate the crap out of myself! Sudafed is my new best friend. And not even because I could make meth with it.
Send good healing vibes to our little Zoe B....who, when she's had a bit of motrin, still has enough energy to push her little friends around in the travel stroller.
I started feeling a bit crummy today, too, but lucky for me - I'm a grownup and I can medicate the crap out of myself! Sudafed is my new best friend. And not even because I could make meth with it.
Send good healing vibes to our little Zoe B....who, when she's had a bit of motrin, still has enough energy to push her little friends around in the travel stroller.
Monday, February 2, 2009
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