Tuesday, June 3, 2014

First (and hopefully last) Hospital visit and 8th month birthday

On Sunday, we had our first high temp, hospital dash, late night, scary episode.
Thank goodness our little baba seems to be getting back on track, but perhaps I should have delved into my instincts more. We had initially put it all down to teething. He was cranky, hot and wouldn’t eat his food. His temp was high, but everyone kept saying that it was normal when a tooth is pushing though. The cold he had had the week before (from the first tooth poking though) had developed into a cough too, but again I was told this was normal and to keep an eye on it, but it was a result of the snotty nose, nasal drip and teething. But after a week and a half the cough was still there and the energy was gone from our little man.

On Sunday morning it hit an all time low. The poor little guy just couldn’t get it across to us that he was sore. Despite the constant moaning(and I mean, mind numbing, ongoing, drive you crazy kind of moaning) we continued to listen to advice that it would pass once the tooth came out. My partner was the first to say he couldn’t believe it was just a tooth. By Sunday afternoon we checked his temp, it was 39, and he was frowning a lot. By 9pm we were too worried to leave it, and as first time parents we felt nothing taking him to the hospital on a Sunday night. And I am so glad we went. His temperature had spiked to 39.9. Although the doctors weren’t worried! They got his tamp down to 38 by giving him a cool bath and some medicine, as well as blowing a fan all over his naked body. It was a sad site. This tiny little thing, lying on a bed, desperate to sleep but not being able to due to bright lights and nurses prodding and poking him every 15 minutes. He had a chest, throat and ear infection! So he must have been in a lot of pain. We were given medication and sent home feeling like responsible parents.

Once home, I put the sleeper couch down in his room as I was going to sleep in there with him. I had him in a nappy and covered him with a cool sheet. All was well until he vomited all over the blanket. Now I was worried. Temperature I could deal with now that I knew what to do, vomiting and a temperature, I wasn’t comfortable with. After another vomit and a spike in temperature back up to 39, I insisted we go back to the hospital. The same doctor looked over him, and was still convinced it was an infection and he would be okay once the temp went down, but I think he could see our “first time parent” faces, so he booked Jett in over night to see the Pediatrician the next morning. When I heard that, I knew I could be able to sleep, albeit in a tiny cot next to Jett, but we were in the right place.

Lying on hospital bed, waiting fro temp to drop.
So Jett and I had a sleep over at Vincent Pallotti, and he received meds every 3 hours. We were discharged the next afternoon, cooler and much happier. Although he is not quite better, he is certainly on the mend. If I learnt anything form this dramatic night, I have learnt now when he is not well and unhappy. I have learnt how to try and get his temp to drop and I have learnt to listen to my partner more and follow my instincts more.
I am sure there will be more episodes than this one, although I am already dreading them, I feel like I can handle them now! 

Thursday, May 15, 2014

7 and a half months

SO Mr Jett has just reached the 7.5 month mark. Still no sign of any teeth but that doesn't stop him drooling and gumming everything in site. He is however learning to pull himself up to a standing position on the side of his cot or the couch. He is also crawling, across the room, using his head as limb.
He has yet to master the art of using his hands. But he is getting there.
We love him more every day and cannot believe he is ours!

He has started to get very chatty and loves to go out and about and see new people. We took him to a resturant the other night, and he was so well behaved. Really was such a pleasure, hoping that lasts! We  have always said we would treat restaurants as a special occasion, and the Spur will not be part of our "treats" as it is not what it used to be (we say this now?!)  We really want it to be like it was when we were little. Getting excited to go out with your parents, getting dressed up and going to a resturant, being polite and respectful to the waterers and not using the establishment as a play ground while the parents get drunk.

Anyways, I had my first mothers day this last Sunday. What a special day. We went on our morning walk and then in the afternoon Jett and I went to the Green Point Park with my mum and brother. It was so nice to spend quality time with them.
Here are a few pics of the little guy as he is getting SO big now.

My mothers day gifts

Busy Sunday

Mothers day at the park

Mothers day in the park

Monday, March 3, 2014

Its been way to long since I last wrote and now I am only writing for myself I think and maybe for Jett when he is older. He turned 5 months old on Saturday. The days have blurred into one and it feels like yesterday that I was waddling around with him safely in my belly. Now he is in the world I cannot protect him as much as I could when I was pregnant and I have to take what comes.

He is gorgeous. He is smiley, cute and cuddly and so far as I can see a dream baby. No he doesn't sleep through the night, yes I am exhausted. He wakes once at night to feed and then lately (in the last week or so, he has started to wake ever hour fro 2pm crying out like he is either in pain or having a bad dream. I hope in fact he is teething! Then at least I can help him. I hate the thought that a 5 month old can have a nightmare? About what!

ANyways here are a few pics so you can see just how cute he is.
I love being his mother. I love how tactile he has become and I love taking him out on his walks as he looks at everything now.
I wish I wasn't so tired. I wish I could be 100% there when I am with him instead of half asleep.
I wish time would slow down,but I also wish it would speed up (to where he sleeps all night so that we can too)
I wish I earned more money so that I could do more with him. And I hope he is okay at home with the nanny all day,

Anyway just rambling today as I was thinking about this blog and what to do with it…..