Did I mention??

Did I mention that while at the hospital, Chandler weighed in at almost 17 pounds, 16.7 lbs to be exact. Pictures to come of the mega-man!!

Emergency Room- Part 3, THE ENDING

Well, I realize that I have left some people on the edge of their seat with my story, sorry to keep you worrying! It was such a long story, and with a baby, everything in my life is done in parts-- so this story, like the laundry and cleaning the house these days-- had to come in parts. Here is part 3-- and the ending. So we arrive at the ER with screaming baby. The nurse takes CHandler's temperature, and it is well over 100. I dont know the exact degrees because they apparently measure it in celcius, which I am not smart enough to convert. This fever immediately invites uproar all over the ER. After an incompetent resident takes a look at him (that is another story all in itself-- maybe there WILL be a part 4??!!?) they rush him to x-ray, where they place him in a plastic "torture" tube with his hands above his head-- horrific incident #1. X-rays turn out normal. Horrific incident # 2-- place a catheter into my babie's p.p. to draw urine-- shows elevated white blood cell count, possible urinary tract infection, leads to horrific incident #3-- attempting to draw blood- after attempting in both arms and both legs TWICE-- yes that equals 8 times-- I was almost escorted out of Childrens hospital! I was LIVID with the nurse! Blood work comes back negative, cant figure out source of infection-- leading to the forth and MOST HORRIFIC procedure of all-- a spinal tap. YES-- a spinal tap, which was apparently necessary to rule out meningitis. They did the spinal tap, (which they did not let me stay in the room for, probably because of my obvious disdane for the nurse after blood draw). Results were negative for any type of meningitis, THANK GOD!! At 4am they admit us to the hospital for further observation, because ALL of the torture- I mean tests, that they did on Chandler came back negative. He woke up the next morning in his hospital crib, as happy as a clam, smiling and flirting with the nurses and doctors, laughing and playing, as if he had no recollection of the torture chamber x-ray, or the multiple bodily fluids that were taken from him just hours before. Final results, Chandler had some kind of viral infection in his stomach, which resulted in diarrhea diapers, but an extremely happy baby the rest of the weekend. So basically he had to go through a night of hell on earth to tell us that he had a stomach virus. Needless to say, Jeff and I are will be a little gun shy when it comes to taking our baby to the ER again. But, thank God for a healthy baby, and thank God for a good doctors.

Emergency Room- Part 2 -- White Trash Wardrobe

Those of you with babies, have you ever sworn that your baby would NEVER be taken into public in only a diaper?? Well, amongst my many visits to Wal-Mart during pregnancy, I vowed to myself that I would never, I repeat NEVER, take my baby into public wearing only his diaper. Well. desperate times call for desperate measures!! I broke that vow to myself and the world Thursday night, but let me just paint you the picture of what we look like as we enter the ER at Children's Hospital that dreadful night. Chandler is (still screaming when we walk in) sporting only his diaper. Myself, walking in alone, with no wedding ring on (it was 11pm and I had already taken it off for bed, and Jeff had to park the car, so he was not initially with me) and mascara running down my face from the tears that I had shed for my hurting baby. I bust in there (after walking through the metal detectors-- still haven't exactly figured out why the Childrens ER has metal detectors- but that was the least of my worries that night) and I hand my screaming baby over to the first nurse I see. As she proceeds to weigh him, and stick a thermometer up his rear end (yes, still screaming- and I dont blame him at that point)I feel something tickling my neck. As I look down, I discover that it is the tag of my red T-shirt, that I, in my franticness, have put on backwards. As I, in the middle of the ER attempt to remove my arms from the shirt and turn it around on my body, I realize that wardrobe flaw #2 has occurred-- my zipper is down on the very dressy jeans that I have on with my red tshirt and flip flops. I, myself, was quite a sight, backwards t-shirt, and zipper down, and then in walks my husband-- in his pajama shirt and some shorts that he obviously pulled from the hamper. What a sight we were--- only the begining of the story....

Emergency room-- Part 1

Where do I begin with this horrific story? Well, Thursday night we had some new friends and their one year old daughter over for dinner. Chandler was very fussy throughout much of dinner, very clingy and much needier than usual. Now, I hate to keep going on and on to our new friends about how un-characteristic this is of our son. I am sure that they were thinking, "OK girl-- stop bragging about how your baby has never cried before!, or "face it lady, you DONT have a perfect child!" ect. BUT- he was very uncharacteristic of himself. WEll, the very moment that they walked out the door, Chandler began WHALING!! We did the usual bouncing and swaying and pacifier tricks,singing, shushing, and every other trick in the book. For a solid hour and a half, he continued to WHALE. We finally called the peditrician line. When I called, the nurse asked me to hand Chandler to someone else so she could hear what I was saying. I proceded to explain to her that I was not holding him, my husband was-- and he was in another room-- just to give you a picutre of the obscenely loud crying that was going on! She then told me that this was abnormal (yes, lady, I realize that---- precisely the reason I am calling you!) and that I need to take him to the emergency room immediately. Jeff takes our baby, who is by now in only his diaper, and puts him in the car. I attempt to locate my bra, and some accetable clothing. I can, of course, only find my dressy jeans, so I throw them on with some random red t-shirt that was lying on the bed. We procede to the hospital, baby still whaling.......