My wife took the little girl to the doctor yesterday morning. She'd been running fever and had been very congested. The congestion had persisted since she had her shots at 10 weeks, which was 3 weeks ago.
The doctor said she has an ear infection and a cold. The weird thing is that she hadn't really been that fussy.
We're using what my nephew calls the "snotty sucker" to try to keep the congestion at bay. The little girl definitely doesn't care for saline drops, I'll tell you that.
We're also giving her amoxicillin, which she threw up yesterday evening but kept down fine this morning. Her temp was normal this morning, too. Praise the Lord!
Right now, she's with the sitter, and I'm working on my Sunday morning sermon. So, I guess I better run. Just wanted to give a quick update.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Finding Her Voice
It really has been a while since I posted an entry, I know. The reason: didn't feel like there was anything post-worthy. However, I must say that today the little girl has been more vocal than she's ever been. Maybe she's finding her voice, but, then again, she might have just realized she's MY kid. Or maybe it's just that she's constipated. Who knows?
Her hand-eye coordination is getting better, too. She's reaching for the toys hanging from the baby gym, thing-a-ma-jig. She'll even take her foot and kick the post, which makes all the toys move. She really likes that. And she almost... ALMOST... pulled hard enough on the little thing to make the music play. I had to help her out just a little bit.
I'll let you know if she ever decides to roll over!
Her hand-eye coordination is getting better, too. She's reaching for the toys hanging from the baby gym, thing-a-ma-jig. She'll even take her foot and kick the post, which makes all the toys move. She really likes that. And she almost... ALMOST... pulled hard enough on the little thing to make the music play. I had to help her out just a little bit.
I'll let you know if she ever decides to roll over!
Friday, March 19, 2010
Thank You, Facebook
Thanks to Facebook, I found out that my little girl slept through the night for the first time last night. Emily put her down around 9:30 last night, and she didn't wake up for feeding until 5:00 this morning. Of course, she was in the swing and not the bassinet, but, then, she always sleeps in the swing. We'll celebrate this victory and work on the bassinet thing later.
In other news, we buried one of our church's deacons today. Mr. Clint Hutto died in a house fire Monday. His wife, Mrs. Charlotte, is really going through it. Their home burned completely to the ground. It was a total loss. She was not home at the time. I conducted the service today. There were lots of people here from our church, and there were lots of people here from Mr. Clint's family.
My little girl was rotten this morning, though. How rotten? Well, I started trying to get ready around 8:00, and didn't finish getting ready until right at noon. That's how rotten she was. Every time I turned around, she was screaming. I love her, though.
You should have seen her a few minutes ago. She was hungry, and my wife was... indisposed... at the time. So, I had to figure out a way to keep her from screaming until (keep the baby from screaming) my wife got un-indisposed. So, I'm playing with the baby, just trying to keep her occupied and not thinking about how hungry she was. I got right in her face and started giving her Eskimo kisses. What does she do? She latches on and starts nursing my nose! It was really hilarious.
In other news, we buried one of our church's deacons today. Mr. Clint Hutto died in a house fire Monday. His wife, Mrs. Charlotte, is really going through it. Their home burned completely to the ground. It was a total loss. She was not home at the time. I conducted the service today. There were lots of people here from our church, and there were lots of people here from Mr. Clint's family.
My little girl was rotten this morning, though. How rotten? Well, I started trying to get ready around 8:00, and didn't finish getting ready until right at noon. That's how rotten she was. Every time I turned around, she was screaming. I love her, though.
You should have seen her a few minutes ago. She was hungry, and my wife was... indisposed... at the time. So, I had to figure out a way to keep her from screaming until (keep the baby from screaming) my wife got un-indisposed. So, I'm playing with the baby, just trying to keep her occupied and not thinking about how hungry she was. I got right in her face and started giving her Eskimo kisses. What does she do? She latches on and starts nursing my nose! It was really hilarious.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Portraits and Progress
My wife had her six week doctor visit yesterday. He cleared her to go back to work, so now we begin a new phase in this whole endeavor: daddy day care! I've got the baby during the day. It's going to be interesting. When she gets a little bigger, I'm going to take her with me to make home visits. In the meantime, someone in our church is going to keep her 2-3 days a week, so I can do the things away from the house that need to be done.
We also took the baby to have her 6-week portraits made at Sears yesterday. I guess she did pretty good. She didn't really smile much for the camera, though. Oh well. She's been a fairly "serious" baby thus far, though she does have the cutest smile and dimples you've ever seen! When all was said and done, I didn't let my wife talk me into spending goboodles of money on pictures. I was pretty proud of myself, actually. I may live to regret not getting more, but I figure in this digital age, with all the pics we have on the computer, a digital camera, and a digital camcorder, there's not much point in paying a big bunch of money for some dude to take pictures of my little girl, when I can do it just as well with my digital camera and tripod at home.
In the last day or two, she has begun to take the bottles of formula MUCH better. She drank an entire 4-ounce bottle straight down on Tuesday. That was major progress. She's also holding her head up alot more. Last night, I was holding her on my chest in my recliner, and she just held her head up almost the whole time looking around. I gotta tell you, it was really sweet.
That's all for now, I suppose. Y'all have a good one!
We also took the baby to have her 6-week portraits made at Sears yesterday. I guess she did pretty good. She didn't really smile much for the camera, though. Oh well. She's been a fairly "serious" baby thus far, though she does have the cutest smile and dimples you've ever seen! When all was said and done, I didn't let my wife talk me into spending goboodles of money on pictures. I was pretty proud of myself, actually. I may live to regret not getting more, but I figure in this digital age, with all the pics we have on the computer, a digital camera, and a digital camcorder, there's not much point in paying a big bunch of money for some dude to take pictures of my little girl, when I can do it just as well with my digital camera and tripod at home.
In the last day or two, she has begun to take the bottles of formula MUCH better. She drank an entire 4-ounce bottle straight down on Tuesday. That was major progress. She's also holding her head up alot more. Last night, I was holding her on my chest in my recliner, and she just held her head up almost the whole time looking around. I gotta tell you, it was really sweet.
That's all for now, I suppose. Y'all have a good one!
Monday, March 1, 2010
Oops!
Why the title of the blog? Well, it looks like I've failed to blog for SEVERAL days (turning into weeks). The reason? Can't really say, except that not much is happening.
She's not rolling over yet. She's not walking yet (shocker). She's not talking yet (another shocker). She's not eating cheeseburgers yet (may be a shocker since she's MY kid). She does what most average babies do: eats, sleeps, poops, and cries.
Speaking of crying, this is probably the only notable thing that's happened in the last several weeks. Sunday night before last, we decided to move her into the bedroom at night. My wife and I had been taking shifts in the living room with the baby at night, and we knew we needed to move her into our bedroom eventually.
The only problem now is that she (the baby, not the wife) was a hard time getting settled at night. Almost the instant we put her down, whether in her bassinet or in her swing, she starts screaming bloody murder.
Tonight seems a little better... so far. She slept for about 30 minutes in her bassinet and then woke us up with a blood curdling, "LAAAAA!" I moved her into her swing, and she settled down. Praise Jesus! As I am typing, I just heard her cry for about 10 seconds, but she stopped. Lord Jesus, I hope she'll start sleeping through the night soon. For the record, usually by about 1:00am, she's gotten settled and sleeps pretty good until around 7:30... with the exception of the feeding in between.
Why am I up at midnight? Well, I'm glad you asked. I got a Depomedrol shot today, at least I think that's what it's called. It's like Decadron, and it's supposed to help clear up my sinuses while the antibiotics take effect. The side effect is that I can't sleep. So, here I am blogging.
Oh, this was kind of funny. We went to Meridian a couple weeks ago so family could see baby. My grandmother was holding the baby, and she said to my grandfather, "Would you like to hold her?" He said, "I don't believe." She said, "Have you ever held a baby this small?" He said, "No, I don't believe I have." She said, "Not even your own?" (technically, step-grandmother--they married when I was 4). He said, "No."
Oh, well. I just couldn't believe Grandaddy had never held a baby that small. I'm really glad he got to meet her, though. She never got a chance to meet Nanny and PawPaw. One day she will... One day she will.
She's not rolling over yet. She's not walking yet (shocker). She's not talking yet (another shocker). She's not eating cheeseburgers yet (may be a shocker since she's MY kid). She does what most average babies do: eats, sleeps, poops, and cries.
Speaking of crying, this is probably the only notable thing that's happened in the last several weeks. Sunday night before last, we decided to move her into the bedroom at night. My wife and I had been taking shifts in the living room with the baby at night, and we knew we needed to move her into our bedroom eventually.
The only problem now is that she (the baby, not the wife) was a hard time getting settled at night. Almost the instant we put her down, whether in her bassinet or in her swing, she starts screaming bloody murder.
Tonight seems a little better... so far. She slept for about 30 minutes in her bassinet and then woke us up with a blood curdling, "LAAAAA!" I moved her into her swing, and she settled down. Praise Jesus! As I am typing, I just heard her cry for about 10 seconds, but she stopped. Lord Jesus, I hope she'll start sleeping through the night soon. For the record, usually by about 1:00am, she's gotten settled and sleeps pretty good until around 7:30... with the exception of the feeding in between.
Why am I up at midnight? Well, I'm glad you asked. I got a Depomedrol shot today, at least I think that's what it's called. It's like Decadron, and it's supposed to help clear up my sinuses while the antibiotics take effect. The side effect is that I can't sleep. So, here I am blogging.
Oh, this was kind of funny. We went to Meridian a couple weeks ago so family could see baby. My grandmother was holding the baby, and she said to my grandfather, "Would you like to hold her?" He said, "I don't believe." She said, "Have you ever held a baby this small?" He said, "No, I don't believe I have." She said, "Not even your own?" (technically, step-grandmother--they married when I was 4). He said, "No."
Oh, well. I just couldn't believe Grandaddy had never held a baby that small. I'm really glad he got to meet her, though. She never got a chance to meet Nanny and PawPaw. One day she will... One day she will.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
New Nickname: High Maintenance Little Thing
I love my little girl! But, my goodness, she's a high maintenance little thing sometimes. Take, for instance, last night. I was going to take baby duty until around 3:00am, so momma could get some sleep, but baby girl would have none of that. I think she must have a tapeworm or something, because she wanted to eat every hour. Not every 3 hours, not every 2 hours, not even every hour and a half--but EVERY HOUR. And when she ate, she'd EAT... for at least 15 minutes. She'd go to sleep, and then 45 minutes to an hour later, she'd want some more. Not only that, but we couldn't get her to go to sleep between feedings. So, today, we're going to try to keep her awake a good bit and hope--against hope perhaps--that tonight we can say, "The buffet is closed," and she'll sleep between meals so momma can get some sleep.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Finding Our Way Home
Let me just say, first of all, that I REALLY wish I could remember more details and more of the order in which everything happened.
Yesterday evening, after everyone left for the day, and it was just my wife and I, that's when things started getting really good. (As I'm typing this, I'm really getting a kick out of how stubborn my little girl is. She'll take a pacifier, and after about 30 seconds, she'll spit that thing out so hard it ends up at the other end of the bassinet.) As my wife and I watched our little girl, we shared a good cry and marveled at the miraculous grace and wonder of our Lord. Then, it was time for my wife to go walking.
After having a C-section, they said she needed to walk. I finally convinced her to go walking with me. I think I said something like there was ice cream at the end of the hall, but I really don't remember. As we walked, she was in a great deal of pain from the incision. When we got back to the room, she got some pain medicine and felt better. Oh, I almost forgot. I got to roll my little girl down the hall in the bassinet while momma and I walked.
Sometime before that, I guess it was just after lunch time, a lady came in and asked my wife what she'd want to eat for supper, breakfast, and then lunch. She recorded my wife's menu selections. When supper came, it wasn't what she ordered. When breakfast came the next morning, it wasn't what she ordered. When lunch came, it wasn't what she ordered, and I thought, "As much as we're paying to stay here, you'd think they could at least bring her the food she ordered. The only meal we insisted on them getting right was last night's supper. She'd ordered a club sandwich and chips with sweet potato pie for dessert. They brought her salisbury steak, a baked potato, green beans, some kind of green jello fruit salad, and strawberry shortcake. My wife didn't really want me to insist on them bringing the right thing, but she changed her mind when she later got her hands on the sweet potato pie!
This morning, the pediatrician came by to check out the baby. He said everything looked good and gave every indication that we'd be discharged some time before noon. An hour or two later, the nurse came in and asked if the pediatrician had been by. We affirmed. She asked if he'd said anything about discharging us. We told her he had. She said there was no record of him even coming by. She finally got in touch with him. He'd forgotten to fill out the paper work. We WERE supposed to be discharged before noon, after all.
Let me back up a little bit. My wife had decided we were going to keep the baby in the room with us all night. I laid down on the couch about 11:30. By midnight, I was asleep, and I didn't know I was in the world again until 7:00am. She informed me that the nursery nurse had been in a couple of times through the night, once to take the baby for tests and once to bring her back. She also informed me that her doctor had come in at 6:30 but that I had been snoring the whole time and never knew it. Oh well, I guess I needed the sleep so I could drive baby and mother home.
Now, back to being discharged. My best friend from growing up came by and stayed until around 11:15am. By this time, we already had our walking papers and were free to go. After they left, my wife wanted to change and feed the baby one last time before we headed home. We started changing the baby, or rather, I started changing the baby. My wife wanted me to change my first diaper all by myself. I got that diaper off, and I kid you not, she wouldn't stop going to the bathroom for about 20 minutes! Somewhere between starting to change the diaper and finishing, I got sidetracked doing something else, and my wife finished. I'll be changing my first one solo here in a few minutes. It's been a couple of hours since we changed her.
We got all that taken care of, fed the baby, and called for a transport. By this time it's about 12:15. Forty-five minutes later, there's still no transport, and you can't leave without a transport. We still had to run by Walgreen's to have my wife's prescription filled, and then drive an hour home. We figured up that if we did all that, it would be about 4 hours between feedings, depending on how long it took at the pharmacy, so we called and canceled the transport, and I went to Walgreen's. Less than five minutes after I left, transport showed up anyway. Go figure!
It did take a while at the drug store, so I'm glad we waited. By the time we left the hospital, it was about 3:30, but we finally found our way home. One of the young men in our church helped me unload the car, which was super nice of him. He and his dad were here putting in a drain pipe for the new ice machine in the new kitchen. He had a little experience with babies, since two of his sisters had babies last month. I'm very appreciative that he helped.
I waited until around 7:30 to walk over to the church. I figured that's about when they'd be wrapping up prayer meeting, and I was right. When they finished, I invited everyone over to see our baby, and most of them took me up on the offer. They say babies aren't supposed to be around a whole bunch of people, but I just had to show her off!
I finally ate something around 9:30, and then we bathed the baby for the first time. Now, that was an experience. She hates baths worse than our dog does! She fussed the whole time, but it was totally worth it. Besides smelling better, we found out that her hair isn't nearly as dark as we thought. It's practically blond, and like I said before, she's beautiful.
As of right now, mommy is trying to get a little sleep, and I'm watching the baby. She's getting a little fussy, so I better check her diaper. Plus, it'll soon be feeding time. Oh, wait, I almost forgot. Blue Bell loves the baby. We thought she'd be scared, but she wasn't. She skipped the sniffing part and went right to licking her! And she's been super interested in every little thing we do to the baby. Well, that's all for now. Good night.
Yesterday evening, after everyone left for the day, and it was just my wife and I, that's when things started getting really good. (As I'm typing this, I'm really getting a kick out of how stubborn my little girl is. She'll take a pacifier, and after about 30 seconds, she'll spit that thing out so hard it ends up at the other end of the bassinet.) As my wife and I watched our little girl, we shared a good cry and marveled at the miraculous grace and wonder of our Lord. Then, it was time for my wife to go walking.
After having a C-section, they said she needed to walk. I finally convinced her to go walking with me. I think I said something like there was ice cream at the end of the hall, but I really don't remember. As we walked, she was in a great deal of pain from the incision. When we got back to the room, she got some pain medicine and felt better. Oh, I almost forgot. I got to roll my little girl down the hall in the bassinet while momma and I walked.
Sometime before that, I guess it was just after lunch time, a lady came in and asked my wife what she'd want to eat for supper, breakfast, and then lunch. She recorded my wife's menu selections. When supper came, it wasn't what she ordered. When breakfast came the next morning, it wasn't what she ordered. When lunch came, it wasn't what she ordered, and I thought, "As much as we're paying to stay here, you'd think they could at least bring her the food she ordered. The only meal we insisted on them getting right was last night's supper. She'd ordered a club sandwich and chips with sweet potato pie for dessert. They brought her salisbury steak, a baked potato, green beans, some kind of green jello fruit salad, and strawberry shortcake. My wife didn't really want me to insist on them bringing the right thing, but she changed her mind when she later got her hands on the sweet potato pie!
This morning, the pediatrician came by to check out the baby. He said everything looked good and gave every indication that we'd be discharged some time before noon. An hour or two later, the nurse came in and asked if the pediatrician had been by. We affirmed. She asked if he'd said anything about discharging us. We told her he had. She said there was no record of him even coming by. She finally got in touch with him. He'd forgotten to fill out the paper work. We WERE supposed to be discharged before noon, after all.
Let me back up a little bit. My wife had decided we were going to keep the baby in the room with us all night. I laid down on the couch about 11:30. By midnight, I was asleep, and I didn't know I was in the world again until 7:00am. She informed me that the nursery nurse had been in a couple of times through the night, once to take the baby for tests and once to bring her back. She also informed me that her doctor had come in at 6:30 but that I had been snoring the whole time and never knew it. Oh well, I guess I needed the sleep so I could drive baby and mother home.
Now, back to being discharged. My best friend from growing up came by and stayed until around 11:15am. By this time, we already had our walking papers and were free to go. After they left, my wife wanted to change and feed the baby one last time before we headed home. We started changing the baby, or rather, I started changing the baby. My wife wanted me to change my first diaper all by myself. I got that diaper off, and I kid you not, she wouldn't stop going to the bathroom for about 20 minutes! Somewhere between starting to change the diaper and finishing, I got sidetracked doing something else, and my wife finished. I'll be changing my first one solo here in a few minutes. It's been a couple of hours since we changed her.
We got all that taken care of, fed the baby, and called for a transport. By this time it's about 12:15. Forty-five minutes later, there's still no transport, and you can't leave without a transport. We still had to run by Walgreen's to have my wife's prescription filled, and then drive an hour home. We figured up that if we did all that, it would be about 4 hours between feedings, depending on how long it took at the pharmacy, so we called and canceled the transport, and I went to Walgreen's. Less than five minutes after I left, transport showed up anyway. Go figure!
It did take a while at the drug store, so I'm glad we waited. By the time we left the hospital, it was about 3:30, but we finally found our way home. One of the young men in our church helped me unload the car, which was super nice of him. He and his dad were here putting in a drain pipe for the new ice machine in the new kitchen. He had a little experience with babies, since two of his sisters had babies last month. I'm very appreciative that he helped.
I waited until around 7:30 to walk over to the church. I figured that's about when they'd be wrapping up prayer meeting, and I was right. When they finished, I invited everyone over to see our baby, and most of them took me up on the offer. They say babies aren't supposed to be around a whole bunch of people, but I just had to show her off!
I finally ate something around 9:30, and then we bathed the baby for the first time. Now, that was an experience. She hates baths worse than our dog does! She fussed the whole time, but it was totally worth it. Besides smelling better, we found out that her hair isn't nearly as dark as we thought. It's practically blond, and like I said before, she's beautiful.
As of right now, mommy is trying to get a little sleep, and I'm watching the baby. She's getting a little fussy, so I better check her diaper. Plus, it'll soon be feeding time. Oh, wait, I almost forgot. Blue Bell loves the baby. We thought she'd be scared, but she wasn't. She skipped the sniffing part and went right to licking her! And she's been super interested in every little thing we do to the baby. Well, that's all for now. Good night.
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