Gutsy update: He's home and his x-rays show no signs of pneumonia. I've never been happier to be wrong in my life. We don't know why he has a fever, but it seems to be responding well to medication. He's coughing in his sleep, but doing much better than he was earlier.
See? I can be wrong sometimes. It's rare, but it happens. Rejoice in my mistakes. Rejoice.
The Christmas tree is up.
The decorations are hung.
The stockings are unpacked.
The icicle lights are twinkling merrily on the roof.
It's beginning to look a lot like...
Oh, wait.
The baby is congested and miserable.
Gutsy, in all his asthmatic glory, has had a terrible cough.
I know that cough. I knew what was coming.
He took a nap this afternoon (which he never does) and woke up with a fever of 103.
Geekster has him at the hospital as I type this.
Who wants to bet this will be his second pneumonia diagnosis this year?
What? No takers? I should have spiked the eggnog before asking.
I'll update when I know what's going on, of course. I'll be surprised if they don't find scary things growing in his lungs, though. I normally enjoy being right, but I won't this time.
Oh, and to top it all off, Spawnling is in an outfit with pumpkins all over it because I need to do this little thing I call 'putting the baby down for five minutes without him screaming in protest' to do more laundry. We're a holiday behind. That's, like, so last season!
On the plus side, he seems happy that I'm blogging. It's the first time in at least an hour that he's stopped crying without a pacifier in his mouth. I guess all those hours of typing out my pregnancy woes paid off after all.
And Intrepid just came back from Tim Hortons with cookies for me. That's my boy! Now I can eat my holiday blahs away and convince myself all the calories will go to making milk.
They will, you know. I'm a professional. I know these things.
I also have a bridge I'm selling.
Edited to add these lovely pictures of Spawnling, taken yesterday by Gutsy. I think they reveal our littlest gremlin's true nature:
Look at him. Innocent as can be.
Oh my. The demon awakes. Vomit and red eyes? This is straight out of The Exorcist.
His true nature revealed, he quickly creates a distraction.
See? I can be wrong sometimes. It's rare, but it happens. Rejoice in my mistakes. Rejoice.
*~*~*
The Christmas tree is up.
The decorations are hung.
The stockings are unpacked.
The icicle lights are twinkling merrily on the roof.
It's beginning to look a lot like...
Oh, wait.
The baby is congested and miserable.
Gutsy, in all his asthmatic glory, has had a terrible cough.
I know that cough. I knew what was coming.
He took a nap this afternoon (which he never does) and woke up with a fever of 103.
Geekster has him at the hospital as I type this.
Who wants to bet this will be his second pneumonia diagnosis this year?
What? No takers? I should have spiked the eggnog before asking.
I'll update when I know what's going on, of course. I'll be surprised if they don't find scary things growing in his lungs, though. I normally enjoy being right, but I won't this time.
Oh, and to top it all off, Spawnling is in an outfit with pumpkins all over it because I need to do this little thing I call 'putting the baby down for five minutes without him screaming in protest' to do more laundry. We're a holiday behind. That's, like, so last season!
On the plus side, he seems happy that I'm blogging. It's the first time in at least an hour that he's stopped crying without a pacifier in his mouth. I guess all those hours of typing out my pregnancy woes paid off after all.
And Intrepid just came back from Tim Hortons with cookies for me. That's my boy! Now I can eat my holiday blahs away and convince myself all the calories will go to making milk.
They will, you know. I'm a professional. I know these things.
I also have a bridge I'm selling.
*~*~*~*
Edited to add these lovely pictures of Spawnling, taken yesterday by Gutsy. I think they reveal our littlest gremlin's true nature:
Look at him. Innocent as can be.
Oh my. The demon awakes. Vomit and red eyes? This is straight out of The Exorcist.
His true nature revealed, he quickly creates a distraction.
