Sleeping regression

Wow! I can't believe I'm still saying that my baby is not sleeping through the night! SERIOUSLY?! He's 14 months! It's amazing! I have no idea what is wrong and what is keeping him from getting a full night's sleep. 

However, I will say that the past 2 days have been great! He's been in such a wonderful mood that it makes the sleepless nights a little more tolerable. I would take a happy Tate and sleepy Mama over a sick/angry/pissy Tate that sleeps a lot anyday!

This is probably one of my all time favorite pictures of him. It was taken on February 22nd and he was in a great mood while we were running errands with Daddy. I love his sweet smile and even better his belly laughs. I caught it on my iPhone and really wish it was better quality but it's still makes me smile!

Sign Language

I want to start doing sign language with Tate. I think if he had a way to communicate more effectively with me he would be much happier. Hmmmm, now if he would sit still and actually let me teach him...I doubt it. But it's worth a try. I'm thinking about using this program. It has good reviews on Amazon. If anyone has any suggestions please let me know.

Feeling better

Tate's feeling much better than he was last week. I think his head/ears are still hurting and once our pediatrician gets back in the country we will be getting a referral to get him seen by an ENT doctor. I want to get a more thorough look at what's going on. I would also like to get him tested for allergies to see what we need to avoid to keep him feeling good. He's still got a rash that is just not healing! I don't know what it is but it must bother him because he won't even sit down in the tub :-(  Poor guy! But overall, he's doing better. 

We took him to the park and he met an older kid. Funny how much he loves big kids! He always lights up and wants to join in on their fun. 

Sick again

This time Tate has RSV. Last night at 4 he threw up and had a fever. We gave him Ibuprofen and his fever broke and we went back to sleep. Then he spiked another fever only this time we gave him more medicine and waited for a couple of hours and still it wouldn't go down. So we decided to go to the emergency room in Angelo and his fever had peaked to 103.6 degrees. They ordered a chest x-ray, strep, flu, and RSV test. Unfortunately, the RSV came back positive. So now he's on steroids (AGAIN), 2 different antibiotics, tylenol/ibuprofen, breathing treatments, Singular, and cream for his rash. 


GOOD GRIEF!!! 


I just want my baby to be healthy. It's been my one wish for both of my babies since I knew of their existence. I pray every night for it and I feel like this is just very difficult trial that we are being put through. I'll keep my faith and try not to lose my mind, but honestly it's hard. I'm very glad that I have such a supportive, loving family. Thank God! Otherwise, I don't think this past year would've been okay.


So please pray for Tate and hopefully he will be over this soon.

27 weeks

I've been really bad about taking pictures of the belly this time around. I guess it's because life has been a  little chaotic-between the birthday party, the move, and Tate being so sick. But this is "us" at 26/27 weeks. 

I went to the doctor yesterday and did the glucose screening and all measurements looked good. I was dehydrated because I was sick on Tuesday. I actually threw up 3 times, which is very unusual for me at this point. I weigh 133-which is also 2 pounds less than last time but I guess it's due to loss of water from being sick. The baby's heart rate was great. I definitely feel more tired and grouchy/moody this time around. I also feel like I'm way bigger-which is evident by measuring a week ahead vs. with Tate where I would always measure 4 weeks behind. I think this baby is going to be big! hahah

So, all is going well. I just need to stay hydrated and get rest. I'm just praying that Tate is going to stay healthy and happy-and sleeping through the night. I'm exhausted and it's really hard just to make it through the day being this pregnant with a 13 month old but also a sick, unhappy one makes it a little harder. I'm always praying for healthy, happy kiddos. I'm still praying and it will continue to be a prayer for the rest of my life-I'm a mama. 

Today

Tate decided to lock himself in the bathroom. 

It was rather unconventional the way he did it and I'll applaud his unique follow through. He normally likes to open and close drawers and doors now. He thinks it's funny to shut me out. Normally this is not a problem. Today, needless to say, was a little different. 

I went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water and make some breakfast (a bowl of cereal) which means that little man has a little freedom for about 2 minutes away from my watchful eye. When I look into the other room I notice the bathroom door shut. I try to open it and am halted by an open vanity drawer with a baby inside of it looking at me. 

Now, at first I thought it was kinda funny and cute then my anxiety set in. I told him, "Okay Tate, get out of the drawer so Mommy can come in". Nope, no movement. Again, the anxiety is creeping up as I realize I can only get half my forearm in the door and there's no way I can get him out of the drawer or shut it. I try to figure out how to convince him to get out of the drawer. I tell him to go look at the bathtub. Nope. I stick a mini snack Chex bag (which he likes) under the door on the far side so he'd get out and I could shut the drawer. Nope. Nada. 

At this point I start to get frustrated and yell at him. He cries. I feel bad-but mainly nervous. After about 10 minutes I go outside to see if I can open the window from there. Nope. I suddenly realize that I might have to break it. I don't want to do that because I don't want him to crawl over and cut himself up. But there's no way to open the door from the inside because the hinges are on the inside and I can't get him out of the drawer. 

I walk back into the house and talk to him some more. Then I look under the door and see a little foot go to the floor. YES! Finally, he's decided to get out of the drawer. I grab the screwdriver I had and immediately start pushing the drawer back in. Once I got it closed I opened up the door and picked him up. He was so relieve, as was I, and we just relaxed for a moment. It was not a good feeling. 

I know this will be a funny story for the future (and a valuable lesson to do a better job child-proofing) but for now my blood pressure is still high and my nerves are shot.