And I didn't have it (yet). Monday Henry had a Dr. appt where we found out he was perfect (yes the dr used those exact words) at 1:00 pm. Fast Forward to 1:30 am. Henry is literally wimpering in his bassinet. Not crying, just letting out the saddest, most pathetic noise I've ever heard. The second I picked him up I knew something wasn't right. He was burning up and still making the same noise. I took his temp 3 times before calling my poor mom in a panic. "I'm reading the stupid book and it says to call the Dr. if ther's a fever, but what is a fever for a one month old?!" Mom tells me to call the Dr. and the Dr. on call says to take Henry to the ER immediately. We live literally less than 2 minutes from the hospital, and in the time it took for me to throw on shoes, wake up Rob and get to the hospital Henry's 100.3 fever shot to 102.5 and they take my poor sweet baby to a room and begin a battery of tests. He was poked in each arm twice, poked in the heel, and given a spinal tap. FYI, that is how I thought I was going to die. It was like my heart was being torn apart to watch his tiny body have that happen, and have his little shoulders just shuddering and know that there was nothing I could do to comfort him at all. Well, at 4 they announced, it is the flu. And since Henry is only a month old, he was hospitalized for two days. The pediatric nurses are my heros. They were the sweetest, most loving group of women that were so gentle with him and really acted like they cared about how he was feeling, and how I was doing. I am so grateful that he was in such good hands. His fever lowered to 99.0 and once he started to eat and actually keep it down, he was released.
Now I know I have a perfect baby (I don't disagree with Dr.s), but God has blessed me with a beautiful boy that spent the day in his bassinet while his daddy, his Grandpa, and I packed up our apartment for our next move without crying. And then, he sat in his carseat and slept the whole drive back to his grandparent's house to spend some time before we move to MD. I can not believe how lucky I am. And this is four fold luck. I'll explain.
1. My Henry is home and is doing so much better. He's sleeping and eating without much complaints. He's rolling along with the moving and changing his whole life. And he's adorable.
2. My husband, although called useless most of the time, really shined today with the packing of the house. Even though we had planned to do a little everyday and that was completely shot by the hospital visit, he just rocked it out and packed and packed and packed!
3. My father-in-law drove all the way to San Angelo to help us out. He came in said "this is what we need to do" and then did it! He had done in 2 hours what would have taken Rob all day by himself. HE says its because of all of his years at Delta loading planes, but I think it's because he has a little superhero in him.
4. And last, but def. not least, my sister. I cry now just thinking of how much it meant to me that she jumped in the car and drove to the hospital to sit with me and Henry during such a rough patch. And though she offered to go to the apartment to pack, she was right there beside me where I needed her most. I love to see her with my baby. She loves him so much and it is such an amazing thing to see the two of them together. I know she was already an aunt, but I hope she understands now how fiercely I love her Maelie. Being Mae's aunt is such an honor. I know that sounds stupid, but I love that kid and am so seriously honored that she is my niece. And now she's Henry's Auntie Em! This is the second time in a month she has put her life, her family, her work on hold to be with me. I love my sister. I love my brother-in-law and niece for giving up their time with her to make things happen.
I am so lucky.
So I have worked for 2 days and this is where I stand. Yuck. However, there are only 10 unopened boxes left in the house! I feel that is an accomplishment. And yes, that is Henry asleep in the carseat on the couch. My feeling is 'if he's asleep, let him be!'
This is my kitchen. All of it. Yeah, it's small.
And this is my monster! He's wearing a long sleeve thermal shirt!
This is our house on the beginning of Day One!
I think Rob was more impressed that he can still wrap these belts around himself than anything else!
Henry says, "Wahoo crap!"
Mom made me dress up to go to nursery while she went to Bible study, because she didn't want to look like slacker mom. But when I got there everyone else was in footie pjs! Next week, I'm going comfy!
I have to admit I look good though!
Yeah, I'm a cutie...
Henry with his Easter basket!
Church was loud!!
Then lunch at Chevy's
And finally at home chillin' in my boppy with my bunny!
Is it you???
