Tuesday, February 24, 2009


Today is Fat Tuesday. Mardi Gras. Pancake Day!

We had pancakes for supper and it was confusing... Girl-chick did not touch her pancakes. She did gobble up the ham though.

Girl-chick finally had her birthday party. I felt it was long enough to gypp her (which is what she will feel happened even if we factor in the roller-coaster ride of illness over the last few weeks). We settled for nice boring cupcakes and basic hot dogs and fries for everyone. As 3-year-old birthday parties go, it went okay. There was a meltdown because she did not nap in the afternoon. We sent her to a timeout and let the other kids open her gifts. Incidentally, the other kids opening her gifts is what set off the meltdown.

We forgot to capture any pictures and I don't think anyone else had a camera going. Oh well.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Itchy itchy baby!

Yes, I've been remiss in even keeping my resolution of making weekly posts. It's not like anyone reads it anyway. It's more for the kids someday when we want to remind them of those special moments that may otherwise dissipate with the other mists of memory.
Tater has been itchy itchy. The eczema on her face has flared up and weeps and then get crusty. It's also been bleeding and she can't scratch her head to her satisfaction. I rub her forehead with my palsm once in a while to soothe her and she mewls with pleasure. We have an allergist appointment next Thursday and believe me, it cannot come fast enough! Girl-chick gets re-tested on the same day too so we can find out if we can challenge her with some different foods.
Tater has also been ultra-clingy. Like, I can't go upstairs without her pitching a fit. No one else can console her. No one else will try. If Daddy picks her up, she has her eyes on Mommy and her head will most likely swivel 540 degrees if I run loops around him.
Needless to say, we still have a third person in the bed. I have to admit that I love my tater in the bed still - another way for me to preserve my little baby. With girl-chick, naivete led us to believe that she had to get out of our bed or she would be in it forever. Sure, she stayed in full-time until she was about maybe 6 months old (where tater is now) and we didn't have her in her crib 100% until she was well past a year old, even now she's still welcome in our bed when she is sick or it's a weekend morning. Despite the naysayers, she loves her own bed, she respects the boundaries we have set and we enjoy the together moments we do share. If we didn't welcome the children in our bed, we wouldn't have bought a big bed.
What's happened in the last few days? Well, girl-chick is done with her antibiotics for the ear infections. The pink stuff reeks and she still drinks it down without complaint. Tater is getting better from the RSV. She still has some residual congestionbut I think we have moved on to the itchy allergy baby stage. We had a quiet Valentine's Day. Girl-chick made Daddy a card with some foam stickers. I got him a Mr Big bar while doing the groceries. Tater turned 6 months on Family Day which was also a nice quiet one. We went out to St. Hubert and met up with tater's god-parents for a late lunch. Nanny goes home tomorrow. Her help whenever she is here is always invaluable. It's just too bad she doesn't live closer.
Tater is whimpering. Gotta go.

Monday, February 9, 2009

It hardly rains...

...but it pours!

This past weekend is the fourth in a row we have had to schlepp a child to a walk-in or an emergency department. Fourth. Absolutely ridiculous.

Da Man shook his fists at the powers-that-be on Sunday as he loaded girl-chick into the car and drove to the walk-in nearby. With some foresight, I tossed him my DS but alas! girl-chick demanded to be cuddled the entire two hours they were there. Waiting. It was maggoty with kids and they were into all of Dr. Chan's toys. Girl-chick didn't want none of it. Of course alarm bells rang in my head when girl-chick opted out of a wonderful boiled dinner complete with salt meat on Saturday.

Within 6 hours of her first dose of Amoxicillin for her ears, she was back to being the chatterbox she normally is. Did I mention both her ears are rotten?? So at bedtime last night, not only was she back to the bla-bla-bla-ing, it was on a volume level we would call BUST.

Tater is still wheezy from the RSV but she's going to be that way for another week or two. We were forewarned. She's in better spirits and can sit up in a wobbly way now which is ultra cool. We've been baiting her with toys just out of reach to see what she would do. She would reach out, propped on one arm and s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d out as far as she could go. And then, PLOP! she would tip over. And smile. Or gurgle. Aren't kids funny that way?

Da Man woke up in a sweat the other day because he dreamt that the Tater skipped rolling over, crawling and cruising to go straight to RUNNING. I pishposhed it right away and told him he was paranoid. I also asked if part of the dream involved girl-chick skipping school and going straight to University. Sadly, he admitted to be paranoid but not delusional.

Tater's latest obsession is with lifting both legs in the air and pounding them back on the floor again. Loud. I wish I had that much ab control.

Monday, February 2, 2009

We're baaaack!

I think it's shocking. The last post was probably two weeks ago. So much for using this as a vehicle for keeping in touch with family and friends.

We've had a rough two weeks. Girl-chick's birthday party had to be postponed, originally to be moved to the same day as the Tater's baptism. Both girls were sick with nasty colds. We thought for sure that Girl-chick would be destined to emerg. We kept that at bay with religious use of her puffers and kept her home a few days while the fever ran its course.

Tater didn't fare so well. We took her to the walk-in twice and to emerg at different hospitals twice. At the QCH, they swabbed her nose with this little feathery thing and confirmed RSV. We took her in for a follow-up on Tuesday past with our wonderful ped and he said, "Ummm... you should consider taking her into CHEO." And so it began.

We took the little Tater to the children's hospital. There was a line-up! The electronic doors were jammed open by the line-up. No worries. We weren't concerned or anything. We had a note and we were only going in to get her O2 sats measured. We doodled our way along the line and watched all these kids who were not very ill at all get through the triage desk and then on to the registration waiting room where we were destined to park for a while. Five minutes after hitting the triage nurse, we were done registration, we were in our own little isolation room and someone was in the room asking about insurance coverage for a semi-private room.

There goes my day...

Tater had bronchiolitis and dehydration as a result of RSV. She was all stuffed up and barely feeding. She was sucking in air so hard we could see her rib cage with every breath. So I had to camp out there with her for a few days while they poked and prodded. I looked up at the monitors every time it jangled. I held her down every time they needed to take her temp, suction all the mucous out, listen to her breathe and find a vein for the I.V. I cuddled and rocked in a chair that should have been provided along with a tube of Prep H. I barely slept (well,they came in every two hours!) in this couch thing that folded out into a Medieval torture device. I brought my Tater home four days later.

We did make it to her baptism.

Today, she has a lingering mistrust for anyone who is not Mummy or Daddy (it was touch-and-go for him!), no one can go near her face and beware anyone with a sharp poky thing.

She'll get over it. Or she'll have lots of therapist fodder.