2 more days!

Only 2 more shifts until I am officially a stay-at-home Momma! squeeeeeaaaaaa! Easter is my last day!

So excited to be able to stay home with my babe! Money will be tight but as long as we're smart about it, it's totally do-able!

Other than that, we've just been busy planning our summer which is already filling up so quickly. Which makes me even more excited to not have to fight for those days off of work!

Working on planning a camping trip for Jake's birthday weekend; couple of grad parties and first communions; a visit from my bestie Shelbie; oodles of BBQ's!

It's April 1st and 75 degrees outside! I generally curse the state of Minnesota but it has bene a beautiful week that I am so grateful for. Getting outside at least a few times a week definitely helps me keep my sanity!

Plus, maybe I'll be able to keep up with this fabulous blog a little better lol!

new pictures!

So, my fabulous friend/co-worker is taking a photography class and asked to use Logan as her model for a few pics to practice Photoshop. Here are the beautiful results of our day... :)

sitting!

Our big boy! 3 months old and holding his head up all on his own...next up: sitting completely on his own. But for now, the Bumbo is our friend! p.s. no, this was not taken today. This child is actually not here today :)

poop

great title, right?

I never thought an entire day of my life would be SO completely consumed with my child pooping. Or lack thereof, I should say...lack thereof since Tuesday. I do feel so bad for him, because based on the cries and body jerks, he seems to be in quite a bit of pain. The pediatrician said not to worry about it until about day 5 which would be tomorrow and then we can "try a few things to help get things moving."

Dear God, I don't want to even venture my thoughts into the realm of "things that will help get things moving."

We were supposed to go make leftsa (sp?) with my stepsisters and Granny Quiggle today at Marie's in St. Paul, but the completely iced roads kept us in. I was bummed because we have yet to meet little Eli, the 2nd newest edition to the family. But after the hellish day me and Logan have endured together, it was definitely for the better.

I managed to sneak in a few ounces in-between cries before he essentially cried himself (exhausted) to sleep. And here I sit, simply enjoying the quiet clicks of my laptop keys under my fingers...craving a nap, myself. But, I would rather forgo said pleasure and instead go to bed at the same time as him tonight since Daddy is going straight to Monster Jam (yea...that's monster trucks, for all of you refined, educated people out there) after the Boat Show tonight.

Wish us peace and calm for the rest of the evening...then tomorrow, we move onward to a playoff football day filled with hot chili, cold drinks, and Daddy's help :)

we ventured out

Today was the first day that the I took the kiddo out of the house since he was sick a few weeks ago. And I'm quite convinced that staying in for so long helped speed his recovery process along because within a few days he was 100%.

But, today, I was feeling a little guilty that it's been so long since my poor child has seen the light of day lol. So we packed up and headed for Target...I know, adventurous, right? These days, just getting him in the car calmly IS an adventure. Not always a fun one for mom, but sometimes a necessary evil.

I'm not quite sure why I chose today of all days to brave the Minnesota winter. No, it wasn't ridiculously cold out today like it can be this time of year. But it was Day 1 of Jake working at the Boat Show until 10pm tonight. And now I (don't really know, but) have had a taste of single parenthood, and I cannot believe how much I appreciate and NEED those few minutes when Jake gets home from work to pass Logan off and regain my sanity!

So now, knowing that this is only Day 1 of 3, and the babe is asleep for a few hours, I am off to pump and get re-aquainted with my favorite bottle of wine :)

there are no words

...to truly do justice to how tired I am this week. Even though the kid has cut down to waking up once, maybe twice a night these days, I still can't catch up.

He sleeps his "long stretch" from about 8pm-1/2am, and on the nights when I close at Buca, I'm usually not home and ready for bed until about the time he wakes up. So I then get about 3 hours in before he's up for the second time. 2 more hours, then he's up for the morning around 7...which is ok because then it's Daddy's turn until he has to leave for work at 8:45. So on these nights, after a 10 hour shift on my feet, I get between 6-7 hours of interrupted sleep in. waaa waaa...poor me right? lol

Pre-pregnancy, I needed about 9 hours a night, uninterrupted. Pregnant, with naps included, I slept about 13 hours out of each day...rough, I know. And the other 11 hours I was awake, I felt exhausted.

So 6-7 with breaks in between these days is KILLING me.

I know, I know..."sleep when the baby sleeps"...blah, blah, blah is my response.

If I follow that advice, I would never shower, never have clean clothes to wear (nor my husband or child), never have clean dishes to eat off of or dinner to eat, never pick up groceries or necessities from Target, and never leave the house.

The point is I'm tired...very, very tired. So if we encounter one another in the near future or did already in the recent past, I apologize. Because there is a good chance that I was or will seem to be a total biitch. I apologize...I'm working on finding my balance so that I get more sleep.
Wish me luck.

even better

we have giggles!

First of all, I love that it took Jake dropping him on his Boppy for him to find something funny enough to laugh!

Second, he only finds it funny for the first 40-50 seconds, and the 2 best giggles are at the very 1st second and again at like 14 seconds!

that's what I get...

for wishing for RSV.

While it is still better than whooping cough...it did get bad enough to require an overnight in the hospital.

Jake talked me into just making another pediatrician appointment rather than going straight to the ER, and to let them decide if he needs to be in the hospital. Since Logan's food intake was going down (it's hard to suck if you can't breathe out of your nose right?), and he was having "retractions" in his ribcage, they decided they would rather play it safe and admit him.

When the doctor told me his decision, a part of me was relieved that I wasn't crazy for bringing him in 2 days in a row. And then the emotional side of me lost it when I realized 'my baby is going into the hospital.' I was so scared. After I calmed down, though, I realized they would be able to make him more comfortable, and monitor him better than I ever could at home.

So we spent about 18 hours of: having them monitor his oxygen intake and heartrate; getting breathing treatments every 4 hours; having saline put up his nostrils and then the mucous sucked out (his least favorite part of our stay); lots of tylenol for his inevitably sore throat and conveniently-timed teething; and one after another attempts at getting just a few ounces of milk in him at a time.

I am so glad I brought him in, because after 18 hours of feeling like the meanest mom ever for putting him through all of that, he woke up a completely different baby. He woke up Logan :) He was smiling, almost laughing (which is as close as we've come), and flirting with the nurses like crazy. They said we could bring him home and we were ready to take him. We have spent the rest of the day and evening snuggling, continuing his breathing treatments/suctioning (which he still hates...weird, I know), and snuggling some more. He finally fell asleep and we're off to attempt a good night of that ourselves.

Thank you to everyone for your good thoughts, kind words of encouragement, and much appreciated prayers. He is one tough little guy, and we're so grateful he has so many people who care about him so much!

Daddy needs the practice

We had a small get-together at our house over Thanksgiving weekend. Jake tried to help feed Emma while we were playing some games...

he tried. lol

But, it's ok, he needs the practice.

Sorry it's so shakey, I was laughing really hard!

is there anything worse...

than a sick, teething infant? dear God...

oh wait, do it while you're sick yourself, too! now we've got a party...

We went to the doctor this morning and she's pretty convinced he's got RSV -- which sucks 'cause that just has to run its course. But, based on the way he was coughing while we were there, it might also be Pertussis...yea, that's right...Whooping Cough.

WHOOPING COUGH = 1-way ticket to a hospital stay.

I'll take the RSV tyvm! PLEASE let it be RSV!

My poor baby...and to make it worse for him, the test for Whooping Cough requires a long, skinny swab ALL the way up EACH nostril. We have the best nurse at the pediatrician, but Lord knows Logan does not like her anymore lol.

I will be so glad when all this crap is out of our house. I just need to muster up the energy to do some cleaning/sanitizing. Ironic though...I really need lots of sleep to recover from being sick. But on top of getting up 1 or 2 times a night to feed the kiddo, he's up another 10 or 20 times because he can't breathe from the congestion or startles himself coughing. So while my cold has been relatively mild, I'm convinced that I will not be back to 100% until at least a few days after Logan is :(

Oh, motherhood, you win again.