Thursday, February 24, 2011

Samantha

I took you outside to play with Samantha yesterday evening.  The weather was beautifully perfect but of course Samantha was coughing and choking horribly because of her allergies.  It's probably the mold that affects her so but my heart goes out to the poor little doggie.  She rolled on her back in the grass which probably doesn't help but at least it reminds me that she can still get a little normal doggie joy out of her life.  You laughed everytime she turned her face toward you.  She licked your hand and you laughed.  I suspect Samantha will be gone before you remember her but maybe this will help.

(That's Anthony beside Samantha)

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Four Month Well Baby Check-up

Well, you most certainly are a well baby, Tessa.  You thoroughly enjoyed hamming it up for your audience of nurse and pediatrician until the needles came out.  Your stats are as follows:

Weight: 14 lbs 6 oz / 70th %ile
Height: 25 in / 75th %ile
Head circumference: 16.25 in / 50th %ile

You rock, Lady!

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Nobody told me about baby getting sick

You've been so sick over the last couple of weeks and I am exhausted.  I thought parenthood was a giant piece of cake up until this point but watching terrified as your child turns a bit blue in the mouth because she can't breathe slams you back down to ole Planet Earth from Cloud Nine pretty fast. 

On Thursday, January 27th I picked you up from Gramma's after work and I noticed you had a little "wet" cough.  On Friday, Gramma reported that it was obvious you were a little sick since you didn't eat very well.  Saturday seemed a bit better.  Then by Saturday night, we were in the ER.  Sunday, urgent care.  Monday, pediatrician's office.  Those were the longest three days of my life.  It was awful beyond words to see you so ill and not know what to do.  It's clear by the way you look at me that you trust me to fix things.  I'm the Mom.  That's my job.  But I couldn't fix this.  All I could do was wait it out and help you along as much as possible.

Thank God.  Thank God.  Thank God.  You are getting stronger and feeling better every day.  I've been appalled by the amount of weight you lost while sick.  I can see your little ribs and feel your little shoulder bones.  I'm so happy you want to eat like a starving lion cub now.  Hopefully you'll catch up to where you were soon.