4.29.12

Well, my 30th has come and gone. Feels about the same as it did last week. Go figure.
I try not to have high expectations for my birthdays (or any holiday in which gifts are exchanged), I haven't even really celebrated my birthday in about 5 years. But with much urging, I planned something this year. My original plan fell through, too many people couldn't make it. My next plan was a simple dinner and drinks, which fell through too, because of people bailing at the last minute. One of those situations where you hate to be right. I'm trying not to dwell on it too much, but it certainly was an eye opener, and a lesson in appreciating those who are willing to make you a priority, even for just one night.
Josh was gone all weekend again, so we never really had a chance to celebrate together either. And most importantly, I didn't get a birthday sleep-in! Oh, the humanity!
I'll leave you with a card Wyatt (and I) made for me this morning. He was a little ripped that he didn't get to pick a card for me AND that Josh signed his name. Paint and sparkles. :)

4.25.12

Josh and Wyatt are making me a cake. Wyatt saw an Elmo's World yesterday where they made a cake, and he got it in his head that he and Josh had to make me a cake. With flowers...and a crane. Of course!

4.22.12

Wyatt and I took a quick detour to the park this morning. He played on every.single.structure. I'm happy to say both kids are feeling much, much better.

4.19.12

I've added a few more touches to Paige's room in the last few months, thought I would share them today instead of regailing you with more vomit talk.

I picked up the owl bank at A Child's Place in St. Vital mall, the birdcage was given to me by a friend. I still want to spray paint it, just not sure what colour yet. I don't like it's home on the shelf, it's too wide. I may just hang it in the corner of her room.

The owl clock came from Toad Hall Toys on Arthur Street in Winnipeg. It is such a cool toy store! Although it was a bit of a pain - the original mechanism made so much bloody noise, I could hear it through the monitor and it kept me up at night. I found a different mechanism, but the hands were too small, and they kept catching on each other. Finally found new hands to work with the new mechanism and now we know what time it is. ;)

The birth announcement print was something I did up for both kids after seeing one on Etsy that I liked. I painted the piggy bank with some paint markers that I bought, but it didn't turn out as I had hoped - the markers didn't really take to the ceramic bank very well. Sock monkey is from Megan at Bloom.

I couldn't not include her, right? You can tell she's still not feeling so well, but there is a wee bit of a smile behind that upside down soother.

4.18.12

Well, that was a day from hell.
After last night's post, I honestly thought Paige was over the worst of this stomach bug. She had a bottle around 5:45pm, and went to sleep around 7 (no puking after that bottle, hooray!). She slept all the way through til 5am. The nurse that I had spoken to said that if Paige went more than 8 hours without vomiting, we could go back to feeding her normally (we were feeding her diluted apple juice and a rice cereal/salt water mixture by syringe every 10 minutes or so).
So, I stupidly thought I could give Paige a big ol' bottle - she finished it fine, sat up with Josh for about 20 minutes without puking so he put her in her crib. Do you know what puking sounds like through a baby monitor? I'll spare you the details (just those ones, apparently not any others). After cleaning that all up, she slept some more. She was quite hungry when she woke up, so I attempted a very small amount of formula. No dice. That came up. Called Josh to bring home some Pedialyte, since the rice cereal stuff was really difficult to get her to take. In that time, Paige became very limp, lethargic and totally glazed over. Josh got her to take 2 syringes of the Pedialyte, but my gut told me to take her to the ER, so off we went - Wyatt, while still sick, had to go to Josh's grandparents since Josh refused to take any sick time this week (have I mentioned he had fire department commitments every night except Friday, too?).
Paige and I settled into seat in the waiting room, and then she promptly covered us both with Pedialyte. Lovely! There were two very lovely old ladies who clucked and tsked tsked and, "Why aren't they taking that baby in yet? So sad."
Anyway, long story not-so-short, she wasn't quite dehydrated yet, but was beginning to show signs (the lethargy, sunken eyes, sunken soft spot on her skull). They gave her some meds to stop the vomiting and then we were shuttled off to the observation unit for a few hours while I force fed her more Pedialyte to see if it would stay down. And it did! She's had about 10 oz. more of fluid tonight (no more diluted apple juice!) and is still doing well. I'll be praying for a puke free day tomorrow....I don't think I've ever been so efficient at doing laundry though! ;)

4.17.12

This picture is from yesterday, before Paige got sick. I wasn't about to take any pictures today, it was like a scene from the Exorcist in here. Day #3 of what is surely The Worst Stomach Bug Ever. I'm hopeful that Paige will recover faster than Wyatt because she will actually rest, whereas he seems to be under the impression that sitting still for longer than 3 seconds counts as "resting". I feel sorry for the kid - he says he feels better, but he is still getting sick on a regular basis, so I am forcing him to do nothing and eat bland food and it's driving him up the wall. He was in tears over not getting a hot dog for supper. The worst part about Paige being sick? She's almost 11 months old and almost never sleeps through the night except for last night, even though she threw up in her crib more than once (which we didn't know, obviously). So if I understand baby logic - clean, comfortable crib does not equal a peaceful sleeping environment, but a crib with dried vomit does. Got it.

4.15.12

Wyatt had a nasty stomach bug today. I actually grabbed this picture after his first puke-fest - he seemed to be feeling better but it only lasted about 10-15 minutes. He spent almost the entire day on the couch, when I wasn't hosing him off. He's only ever thrown up once before, and that was when he was coughing too hard. This time there was....uh...substance. I'm not a puker. I haven't thrown up in well over 15 years. Is it too much to hope this is the last time I clean up someone else's vomit? :P It was more than a challenge to keep Paige away from him - not only did I not want her to catch it if it was a virus, but he wanted to be left alone. Nevermind when I was having to clean him up or rush him to the bathroom - she thought it was a great game! Poor kids, neither of them had a great day, so hopefully tomorrow is much better.