Evans and Daddy hanging out in Bruges, Belgium. We went to visit Steph, Jon and Baby Sophie since she decided to come while on freaking vacation there!!
Steph also got to enjoy her first beer since getting pregnant! Such an awesome taste!
Oh, he wants it so bad! I think I'll start back slowly and just at least try and post some pictures!!
You know how people always tell you that when you have a baby you are basically trading in your sleep? I thought all those people were full of bologna (which really SHOULD be spelled bologny) when I first had Evans. I mean, I was tired, but I wasn't THAT tired and then the kid slept through the night at 7 weeks old. What more could I ask for? Having a baby was, dare I say, easy? Evans the perfect angel.
Then I got the flu. The kind where I was pretty sure I had one foot in the grave already. I swear, I haven't been that sick since I moved into the dorm my freshman year of college. I don't even care to tell you how long ago that was. I truly thought death was coming to take me, and I was okay with that. Cause death meant I didn't have to have that stinking flu anymore! Then I got better. And Evans got sick. That perfect angel baby? Out the window.
If I could have volunteered to have the flu for 3 more weeks and kept my child from getting sick, I would have. Because there is NOTHING worse than having a sick baby. Oh wait, there is........having a sick baby that is cutting two bottom teeth at the same time. There. Nothing is worse than that. Since last wednesday, 6 days ago, we have been to the doctor 4 times. At least our pediatrician is hot. Poor Evans has had bronchial pneumonia and at first, wasn't able to even keep down his medicine. Or his food. Or his bottle. Wait, I should also mention, Deaner was out of town. So here I am coming off 5 days of the worst flu of my life, and I'm dealing with pitiful Evans. Every time I would lay him down in his crib he would start coughing so hard that whatever was in his stomach would come up. His doctor played around with the idea of having him admitted to the hospital so he could receive his medicine via shots. Thankfully the throwing up stopped.
Now here we are 6 days later and still doing 3 breathing treatments a day. We saw the pediatrician this morning and he added yet another medication to the breathing nebulizer because E was still wheezing. On the whole, we are on the mend. Evans is still up multiple times a night and it is starting to wear on me, but at least he is getting better. I'm hoping that in another week we are WELL. I'm also hoping that E doesn't kick over his new bottle of cough medicine because it makes for a long night without it. Even if you can manage to wring some out of the bathroom bathmat!
Oh yeah, during all this I also hosted Steph's baby shower! It was a lot of fun and I definitely want to share some picture with y'all. Just not right this second. I have a fabulous looking stew on the stove and I'm waiting on Deaner to get home from the gym. This is the first week since we returned to Germany in January that he has been home all week. I love it when he is here but have to say that sleeping horizontally in the bed is MUCH more comfy! :) Tomorrow I will play catch up and post some pictures! Sorry mom, you will just have to deal with this post not having any!
I took a picture of this the other day because I thought y'all would get a kick out of it. This is how Deaner made us sleep the past two nights.
And finally, on the way home from the doctor today we had to stop at the base to get gas. While I was pumping my gas, THIS is what pulled up next to me.
I'm off to read for probably the ten more minutes Evans might sleep. The poor kid is exhausted but the coughing keeps waking him up. I think it is equally painful for both of us, considering I'm nowhere near 100% yet!
Supposedly, according to my doctor, two people in Germany have died from the flu this year. I believe it. I actually can't believe that it isn't more. As of yesterday, I was pretty sure I would become number three. I NEVER get sick. Yeah yeah yeah, I know I had all those issues with my c-section but that doesn't really count as getting sick. The last time I had the flu I was a freshman in college and the time before that I was a freshman in high school. I don't even care to mention how long ago that was. On Friday night I told Deaner that I wasn't feeling well and I thought I would go to bed early. All night long I had dreams that I was sick with the flu and in my dreams my whole body was in excruciating pain. I can't say I was that surprised when I woke up on Saturday morning and realized it wasn't actually a dream. Tomorrow is Wednesday and if I have a fever again, it will be the fifth day of sickness. I have decided though that today is the last day that I am allowed to be sick. Tomorrow I will be better. If I think it hard enough it will happen, right? It's just that simple. Tomorrow I will be fine. I have to be because Deaner is leaving for Brussels so he can't stay home and take care of Evans and me anymore like he has been doing since Saturday. I have to say that Deaner has really stepped up to the plate. He has made me soup, done the dishes, kept our child fed and relatively clean (there was a stretch from Thursday to Monday when Evans wasn't bathed but it isn't like he is out playing in the DIRT!). I have really appreciated it. I mean, would I have cleaned the kitchen up better?? Probably. But I'll take what I can get!
So I'm off to bed. At last check Evans was running a low grade fever and his coughing was sounding eerily like mine so I'm hoping and praying that a trip to the pediatrician tomorrow isn't necessary. Keep us in your thoughts!
Everyone in Deaner's family is convinced that Evans looks exactly like him. I mean, when you look at them together, they do look identical. I am 99.9% sure that Evans will have Deaner's exact shade of reddish/blonde hair and it is almost frightening when you see Deaner holding Evans, how much they resemble each other. For about the past month and a half I have been saying that Evans is looking more and more like me. No one seems to pay attention but there is no denying the big blue eyes and more predominately the big bald head. I've been bugging my dad to scan some baby pictures of me so that I can prove to Deaner's family once and for all the Evans DOES in fact look exactly like I did when I was a child. Today I remembered my mother sent me an album when Evans was born of pictures of me. And this is what I found. If you haven't already figured it out, the picture above is of me (I know I know, did the lovely green plastic deathtrap I was sitting in tip you off that it wasn't 2011?). Still, I think it looks just like him. As well as these....
I am in the blue (no wonder people thought I was a boy).
And finally, nice glasses dad!
I just wanted to prove my point. The kid does look just like me. Yes, we know he looks like Deaner too but really? There is no denying we could be twins! Ha. Moving on......
Dear Neighbor,
(the one who lives BEHIND us in case there is any confusion). Clean up your backyard. Really. It is a dump. There is no need to leave your blue summer tent up most of winter, only to have it collapse under the weight of the snow and rain that it has been subjected to for the past 6 months. If you were apart of a neighborhood association than they would have burned down your house to erase your memory by now. ALSO, when your backyard looks like this.....
there is really no reason to be so concerned about the BRANCH that fell in your backyard overnight that you must cut it up with a CHAINSAW in the middle of the day during my child's nap time.
When you have left a moldy gross bright blue TENT in your backyard for six months that has collapsed on top of folding tables and that I have had to look at every time I look out my bedroom window since this summer (he seriously removed it about 5 minutes before I took this picture) please don't feel the need to jump on this downed limb with such a vengeance. I mean, what was another 5 or so months of waiting? It really had to be done at that exact second that I put Evans down for his afternoon nap?
Deaner is home from England and it is a long weekend. We were going to go to Rome......we were going to go to Berchtesgaden......alas, we planned nothing so we will be home. Probably for the best. Evans' tooth is JUST about to break through his gums. God help us all if he doesn't start sleeping through the night again soon. Mama is TIRED. Happy Thursday!
