January and February So Far Recap

January. Yeesh. What an unexpected turn that month took! I had all of my best laid plans set out for what I would do while on break but most things did not go as I had intended.

What I did manage to do:
Get all the basics together for Bebo. I mean, everything that is within the realm of reason. His clothes are unpacked. His diapers are set up. His bassinet is sitting in our rearranged room. The hospital bag is pretty much packed. Z's bedroom is rearranged to become their bedroom (eventually). Boom. Done. I knew I would be just way too busy right before his birth so I had to do it now.

What I did not manage to do:
Everything else.


The BOO! things

My poor baby has a pneumonia relapse. 

Z getting so sick really threw a wrench. The most difficult pill to swallow was that the first fever popped up dead in the middle of Joe and mine's "love day." We were at the movies when daycare called. Sigh. The first half of The Imitation Game  was good. I'm sure the second half was too. I'll find out when it comes to the Redbox.

It's not as if there was anyone to blame. Z didn't want to be sick. The timing was just... awful. We so very, very rarely go to the movies that it made me really sad to have to leave early. (Movies are expensive!!) Also, the service at lunch was really slow so we had to skip dessert to get to the movie on time and I'd been so excited. To make up for it we were going to go to a cafe to get dessert but sick toddlers and leisurely love dessert don't mix. Instead, it was consolation pie to go that I ate while trying to not throw myself a massive pity party. Pregnancy hormones make everything considerably more dramatic in my world and, as I've confessed many times, I cry. A lot. For silly reasons.

The other "boo" thing is of course our job limbo. We're handling it pretty well, so I'm proud of us. I've only had one night where I woke up at 3 AM and never went back to sleep because I was looking up HR policies and googling rent prices and job listings like a crazy person. I was really tired that day but that little panic attack seems to have gotten it out of my system and now I can wait calmly to see what is going to happen.

The YAY! things

Z has had mercy on me and started talking more. He's still a little stubborn donkey, but he's also scary smart sometimes. He's very creative in his playing and makes up little games all the time. It's very fun to read interactively with him. My favorite right now is getting to the part in Little Blue Truck  where I get to say, "All together now, one... two..." and Z exclaims, with a BIG smile, "FREE!" I didn't even realize how proficient he was getting with some of these books. He knows which books have songs associated, which pages say certain things he likes, which animals make which sounds, including dinosaurs (rawr!). The other big thing is that I'm understanding him more and more. Sometimes he's been "saying" a word, I just haven't understood that it's the word he means, which is frustrating for him. Milk, mama, and moo all sound very similar so I've been missing milk requests a lot. He's decided that signing milk is not his bag, which is a bummer because that was really handy, but he's replaced that with finding a sippy cup (there's always a water one somewhere that he can get to), bringing it to me and asking for milk. It's made me feel a lot better to see him progressing.

No one *needs* pants, Mama.
Really.

We also have a new pediatrician, not because of anything bad or dramatic, just because his old pediatrician left the practice we go to. I think it's turned out to be for the best because both Z and I really like her. Z took to her right away, which was great, and she's made me feel really calm and confident, which is key for a pediatrician dealing with a crazy parent. She took a very personal interest in Z's pneumonia, squeezing us into a completely jam packed day when he had his relapse. I was so grateful that she did that so we could get him on the new antibiotic and nebulizer right away. She certainly didn't have to. I could tell she was pretty harried but she never made me feel rushed or like she wasn't focusing on us. A gem, y'all. She's a gem. What kinds of presents can you give awesome doctors? Is that allowed?

Additionally, Bebo and I are doing grrrrrreat. My doctor is also awesome and I love her. Earlier this week I had my 1 hour glucose test and she basically kept me company because she had a light patient load and answered all of my pregnancy and non-pregnancy health questions. It was great and I kicked that test's butt, so that was great too.

All in all, the Blums are hanging in there. We've had some bumpy moments in this last month but we are pulling through. Huzzah, I s'pose.