Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Scooting, Scoffing and Shut Up?

In proud mother news, my six-month old daughter is gearing up to scoot. (For those of you not familiar with baby jargon, this is a push forward method precursory to crawling.) Whenever she rolls on her tummy, she gets up on her hands and knees, raises her hips high in the air and rocks forward with gusto. Any day now, I'm expecting her to make real progress. But until then, she's happy enough to roll herself forward (or backward or sideways) to get where she wants to go.

My little girl has also decided she's old enough to sample a more sophisticated palette. Her means however, are anything but. The other day, after feeding her an obligatory jar of baby food for dinner, I let her sit back in her high chair, while I focused my attention on my meal. Forkfull of goodness stopped midair when my husband distracted me. Out of nowhere, a fat little hand forcibly pulled my fork to its owner's mouth. As if that didn't provide enough shock value, she then scoffed down the forkfull and eagerly anticipated more. I forget now what I made for dinner (although I'm pretty sure rice was involved - as it usually is), but since that happened, I'm letting her sample little bits of this and that if she's interested. And yes, she's normally interested. So far she's enjoyed pancake with syrup, pop tarts, bananas, apples, and tonight, she can try mashed potatoes. From scratch.

In other news, on Monday evening during dinner, my nearly two-year old son sat upright in his booster son, pointed his finger at me and yelled 'shut-up'. He immediately broke out in raucous laughter. I just sat there dumbfounded, not sure how to react. When I caught my breath, I simply ignored the comment, focused on my dinner once again and haven't heard 'shut up' since. I guess a non-response was the best response. I'm pretty certain he didn't pick this up at home as my husband and I take care not to speak to each other in that manner (at least in front of the kids). That leaves Sunday School, Daycare, playdates and tv. Does Elmo say 'shut up'? Either way it's a wake-up call that my kid is paying attention to words, their meanings and people's reaction to them.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Today Was A Good Day

Today was a good day. Especially considering the night we had. Our daughter, perhaps out of exhaustion, illness or definance, decided not to cooperate during her evening meal. She worked herself up and brought everything up...twice. It was very frustrating. Especially since my husband and I feared the lack of an evening meal would keep her up at night when we desperately needed sleep. Around 8:30 when she finally calmed down and was all cleaned up, we decided to give her a bottle and braced ourselves for a long night.

Thankfully she slept until 3am. She took another bottle and was back asleep by 3:30. My darling husband, bless his heart, took this shift. Later, he slept in while I cared for our son at exactly 6:18am.

Determined to get them out of the house for a bit, we braved the cold and ran some errands. They especially enjoyed the mad dash in Wal*Mart to pick up a few quick essentials. And as always, our son pointed out trucks and helicopters along the way. He even got the colors right every so often.

Once home, it was meal time for our daughter again. O boy. To my pleasant surprise, she ate without fussing or spitting or kicking. (Yes, God does answer prayer.) Then promptly at 12, I was able to put both down for a nap without incident.

Now I find myself with some free time and I'm not sure what to do. There are dishes to be done, toys to be put away, a master bath to clean, pictures to send to grandma and sheets to change. Perhaps I ought to get on those things and pray this afternoon goes equally well.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Flu, Meds and One Long Week

On Wednesday, the chickadees visited the pediatrician for various symptoms. Turns out, my nearly two-year old son has the flu and my nearly six-month old daughter isn't far behind. Apparently a flu test on infants is inconclusive, so after a blood test, the doctor determined whatever she has is viral. Is it the flu? Well, if you put the pieces together, probably.

Since H1N1 is in decline and didn't mutate (as far as we know) and my son was vaccinated against it, the general consensus is that he caught the seasonal flu. He was also vaccinated against this, but it can mutate several times in one season. My daughter was too young (and still is) to receive either vaccinations, but should have gotten my antibodies from breast milk.

My son started his breathing treatments again and Tamiflu Wednesday night. This is a broadspectrum antiviral taken twice a day for five days. The next day, he still had a fever, but was remarkably active and alert. 180 degrees from the day before. My daughter is too young to be treated for he flu. But she was able to start breathing treatments to aid congestion. She however, seemed a little worse for wear the next day.

On Thursday, my daughter was back at the pediatrician. For fear she would develop pneumonia, she was placed on Amoxicillan (a broadspectrum antobiotic also taken twice a day for five days, in case the pneumonia had a bacterial content). She also developed an ear infection overnight which prevented her from sucking from a bottle and fueled her overall foul mood. The ear drop Antipyrine & Benzocaine Otic Solution (infection fixer and pain killer combo) was added to her battery of meds. A few doses later, she was taking a bottle again and fussing with solid foods as usual.

By Saturday evening both fevers broke and kids were doing much better. As I lay in bed that night, I counted how many meds they were on the last few days.

Son:
Saline spray to moisten nasal passages
Xopenex to enlarge bronchioles (the breathing treatment)
Tylenol and Motrin to reduce fever
Tamiflu

Daughter:
Saline spray
Xopenex
Tylenol and Motrin
Antipyrine & Benzocaine Otic Solution
Amoxicillan

It's an eye-opener how often children are placed on drugs for routine infections that build immunity. When I was growing up, a flu meant I had to stay in bed, eat soup, drink lots of OJ and sweat it out. I could have thought about possible drug interactions. How these meds affected my kids' mood, appetite and well-being. However, sleep deprivation starved my brain of the ability to think. Instead I rolled over and fell asleep.