We've managed to survive 2 weeks . . . ok that sounds bad, it really hasn't been that bad, but there have been some moments. This week was more back to routine with my Mimi gone and Steve went back to work last Friday, Feb 12th. We have great carpool friends who have been driving both ways to and from school which has been so nice. Here's how the week went . . . Let's see Monday was a holiday so the kids didn't have school, Steve still worked. I think Tuesday went ok as I tried to get the girls' homework done, dinner, and kids to bed by myself--Steve worked until 10:30pm that night (things have piled up and his customers are getting antsy since he spent a week sick right before our baby decided to come early). Wednesday evening I sent Steve the following text:
Me:
please tell me you're coming home soon. baby & Andrew screaming-haven't finished Lila's homework yet
5:00 PM
Stephen Moore:
I'll leave Ogden in 10 mins.
5:07 PM
Me:
I didn't realize you were in Ogden. .
. thought you were at the office. We'll survive. I'm sure the storm
will pass - finish what you need
5:09 PM
Me:
We're good. Marcus cried himself to sleep and Andrew is eating dinner. Good luck. We made it over the hump tonight.
5:21 PM
Thurs evening I was really cold all day. I called the nurses line and they said it was just hormonal, but by 6pm I was running a 102 fever. Fortunately my Mom had come down a day early and I texted her to come help me put the kids to bed. I may have forgotten to tell Steve how high my fever had spiked and when he got home from Draper I was shaking and really flushed. We called the doctor and explained the situation--I had no signs of a breast infection (I've had those before and I was in no pain, there was no swelling or redness) so the doctor told me to go to the ER to make sure I didn't have a uterus infection or something. So Mom stayed with the kids while Steve took me to the ER. Not the way I wanted to spend my Thursday evening. By the time they got us back to a room my fever had spiked to 103.4. As I was changing into the hospital gown I noticed my left breast was red and knew I had mastitis and was frustrated because if that had been there when I called the doctor he would have called me in an antibiotic and we could have avoided a trip to the ER, but it wasn't . . . as a matter of fact I had just nursed Marcus off of that side before we left. . . oh well. I started feeling much better on Friday. My Mom took Ellie down to her ballroom competition in Provo and we spent the weekend recuperating. Marcus has had a couple of nights (not in a row of course) where he'll eat then go back to sleep at night which has been nice to get a few extra zzzzz's (you know every 30 minutes counts in this sleep deprived state).
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| Ellie and her partner Owen. They did the Tango and Cha cha cha. They both had quite the hip movements during the Cha cha cha. |
Andrew and I have been adjusting to having Marcus in our lives. I've never had kids only 2 years apart and it is a little bit more difficult especially with a rambunctious boy 2 year-old. We watch movies, do flash cards, and Andrew has reverted back to drinking a lot of milk from his sippy cup. Occasionally he'll tell me to put Marcus down, but most of the time he is patient and kind. Funny thing I think I forgot to note before this is that whenever Andrew would have a tummy ache he would say, "Baby kicking me." ;) He's my little side-kick and we'll have to find ways to have fun the 3 of us now while the girls are at school.

First bath. All the kids cry during every baby's first bath because the baby is screaming. Good times. Steve manned the drying station. Marcus's hair went really puffy--Steve said it has lot's of volume. ;)
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| Marcus is a planker. It cracks me up. He'll stick his legs straight out like that suspended in the air while he's nursing. He is also quite a rolly polly already, rolling from side to side--even the doctor noticed and mentioned it today. What a funny kid. ;) |