Frustration Everywhere...

So our last post talked about Jovin sharing a cold with Mayer. Well last Saturday Mayer had a fever of 101.2 along with the stuffy nose and a horrible cough. So I called his doctor and they said to take him to the ER. So I did. They ran a bunch of test on urine, blood, a spinal tap, and did a chest x-ray. Everything came back normal. So at 12:30am they sent us home and chalked it up to a bad cold. At 4am I tried feeding Mayer and he threw up what I had fed him and bile. This continued for a couple of hours. I then could not wake him up to eat. So Sunday I ventured out to a different ER to get him re-hydrated or so I thought.
As the nurse in ER was getting his vitals she stated that he needed to see a doctor right away. The doctor came in and immediately ushered us to a "special" ER room for infants. As soon as I laid him down on the bed to be examined about 12 doctors, nurses and specialists surrouned Mayer. I was left in the corner of the room scared, and very confused. As it turns out Mayer was having some major breathing problems so they sedated him and put a breathing tube in him. This ER did a bunch more tests and x-rays and could not figure out what was wrong. I was then told that they were going to life flight Mayer to the Children's Hospital in Phoenix.
So Sunday afternoon Mayer gets to be the first one in our family to fly in a helicopter. (I think Cory is jealous.) We got to the Phoenix Children's Hospital and they put him in the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit or PICU. They end up running some tests and it turns out that Mayer had RSV. CRAP! So Mayer ends up getting a feeding tube put in too cause of the breathing tube. Hence the picture below.



Mayer got the tubes taken out Tuesday and started eating better but was put on oxygen. We (Mayer and I) were transferred to out of the PICU in the middle of the night to the regular floor rooms. And there we stayed until this morning. Mayer finally did well throughout the night with no oxygen helping him. I was so BORED being in the hospital all week long. See even Mayer was bored...



It is so good to have Mayer better, finally eat good food, and to be home with Cory and Jovin. Also, Mum (Cory's mom Dianne) flew in last night to help us out for a few days.
You know it really sucks when your child gets sick!

Why is it...

that the first thing Jovin learns to share with his brother is a cold.

that after delivery the only shorts you can wear are your husbands shorts that are too big for him.

that men can look older with facial hair, but then shave it off and look 10 years younger.

that a family of 4 can go through 4 gallons of milk in 4 days.


that you can live in one of the hottest cities in America and catch a cold when it is 90 degrees outside.

that the moment you give attention to one child, the other either gets into something they shouldn't, or is having a mental breakdown.

that you can somehow function on 2 quality hours of sleep, when a few weeks before you were atleast getting 8.

These are the just some of the off the wall wonderings I have had while adjusting to life with two kids...

What You Lookin' At?

Lights Out

I will never forget the Christmas that Jenny opened her last present to find pet food dishes. I was laughing hysterically in my head thinking of all the humor that kind of present implied (ah yes, precious material for a little brother!) when Mom and Dad directed our attention upstairs to their bedroom. They had gotten a cat...
He needed a name but first we needed to figure out if it was a boy or a girl. Consensus was drawn among the family - "it's a girl" had to be. Dad liked the name Suzie Q, and for the first few weeks that's what we called him. Until the Vet corrected us, "no, it's a boy". So we changed his name to KC (which was the second choice - a more sex-neutral name). But as I recall someone was enrolled in Spanish class and made the connection that KC could also be spelled QUE-SI (meaning WHAT-YES). Well it stuck.

Quesi grew up, and I think we all have fond memories of this little fur ball. Snuggle ball on anyone's bed, the tin foil paws, Chad's squiggle pen, blowing in his ear and hitting his brain, the arch-enemy window cat, dive bomb magpies, and my personal favorite "commando-kitty!" More recently, as Quesi got older he finally took his retirement fund and moved down to Phoenix to live with us. We enjoyed having him, though I think he was bummed that our house is so small compared to his last one. Jovin learned how to pet him "softly" and was tickled pink every time he got to pet the kitty.
As we just had another addition come to our house, Quesi decided it was his turn to go. I can only imagine that he is running free where he is unencumbered by his age any more. We'll miss him.