And here we are
Well, we're still here. That was a very unintentional blogging hiatus. As everyone else in the blogosphere has been posting photos and stories of holiday merriment, the three of us have been wallowing in sickness. Bleh.
It started with Brandon, who seemingly caught his bug while walking to his car on the last day of school. He stayed sick for over a week, and now may be addicted to liquid Tylenol. Which, by the way, might as well be pure alcohol. Could explain why he likes it so much.
Then came Trey, who had pretty much sustained a croupy cough for over six weeks. Enter four days of fever and a lot of mucus. We actually took him to the doctor on Christmas Eve, where they did a chest x-ray to check for pneumonia.
No pneumonia, thank the Lord, but a bad upper respiratory infection aggravated by Trey's asthma. Rather than putting him on medication, we were told to give him breathing treatments four times each day, which helped so much. Fever eventually went away, as did the cough (finally).
And then me. I patted myself on the back for staying healthy while Brandon was out of commission. Then it hit, and hard. Sinus infection and the first ear infection of my life. Nice. Guess what? There are no pregnancy-approved OTC medicines for sinus trouble.
This has lasted a long time. Lost my voice on New Year's Eve night, and it is just now coming back. I hate my nose. It's a conspiracy. To have the tiniest opening to breathe through, then to blow my nose, only to lose that tiny opening?? Just go away.
Anyway, there is lots to update on. Christmastime schedule went a little haywire because of the sickness. We missed seeing the live nativity at church. We missed all traditional family gatherings for Christmas Eve, though were blessed by having an evening with my folks. This was prompted by a forecast of sleet for Christmas morning, and we were afraid they might not make it to our house. Yeah. With everything else out of whack, that forecast made me really angry.
But we powered through and ended up being able to have our Christmas morning celebration as planned. This is my gift, more important to me than anything you could wrap and put under a tree. Having both of our families gathered around our table, brimming with breakfast deliciousness, laughing and talking.
And in the back of my mind, thinking there is no one on earth as blessed as me. Thank you, Lord. Thank you, Lord. My cup runneth over.
But in the end, Christmas was great. Trey got a little overwhelmed with all the gifts. Soak it up, kiddo. Lord willing, next Christmas you'll need to learn to share. Gasp!
The other big news from the break is the big boy bed. I was scared to death of the dern thing, and Trey took right to it. He was so excited. Slept all the way through on the first night without falling out. Of course I didn't sleep that night, waiting for the worst. But it never came, and at least for nighttime, we have had no problems whatsoever.
Naptime is a different story. As most things do, that comes back to me being a softie and Trey knowing he can walk all over me. We'll work on that.
So, I think this catches us up. Baby Dolphin is doing great. Felt the little one move on Sunday night, which finally made the pregnancy feel real to me. Poor kid is probably already sick of being ignored. We go for the gender ultrasound on February 1, which will really make it real.
If you think about it, maybe say a prayer for Brandon on that day. When we went to find out what Trey would be, I thought he might have a nervous breakdown.
Anyway, hopefully I'll blog again before then. It's actually NOT my New Year's resolution to cut myself off from the world. After miserably failing to fulfill last year's goals, the keep-it-simple-stupid approach seems best for this year: survive.
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