Barf-fest 2008

The morning after the "peacefully sleeping Dylan" picture was taken in the previous post, Ryan and I woke up at 5am to the sounds of Dylan coughing and crying in his room. Ryan, being the super-husband that he is, got up and went to check on him.

Dylan had thrown up his chinese dinner from the night before. Very unpleasant for all of us. Semi-digested chinese food is my least favorite smell!
So while Ryan (again, super-husband) cleaned up the bedding and started the washer with all the pukey blankets and sheets, I tended to Dylan.

And as I carried him into our bedroom with fresh PJs and a clean diaper, he said to me: "I need a bandaid" in the most pitiful little sicky voice.
I couldn't help but smile. How do you put a bandaid on a tummy-ache?

So I decided him getting to sleep in our bed would be a treat. We all piled in and tried to convince Dylan that even though the sun was rising, that it was STILL NIGHTTIME and we needed to go back to sleep.
Sometime around 5:30, he was puking again. This time in OUR bed.

Round Two.

So again, Ryan tended to the bedding while I took Dylan to the bathtub for a quick washup and fresh clothes. Then we came back to bed, full of fresh sheets. But this time with a bucket next to the bed, fully prepared for more of the same.
And yes, it came in handy when Round Three came along.

Poor little Dylan. I wish a bandaid could have fixed it all for him - way back at 5am.

Turtle Baby

Dylan loves his stuffed Turtle. So much, in fact, that he plays with it, brings it along to the table at mealtime to sit with us, and sleeps with it. Tonight in the car he even told his Turtle all about our bedtime routine.

When I thought about getting him a 'baby doll' to help him with the idea of the new baby, Ryan suggested we just let his beloved Turtle be his baby. We just might. He does try to donn diapers on his turtle every so often and carry him around in his blankie (another beloved item worth a post of it's own one day).

And at night: bedtime just isn't complete without Turtle.
He usually sends me off to my room after our kisses and goodnights with the command to take a specific one of his stuffed animals (usually either his SeaHorse or Doggie) to my bed with me, but NEVER Turtle. No, that one stays with him!

01/18/2008 Ultrasound

Went to our 14 week OB appointment today. At first the doctor couldn't find the heartbeat with the doppler, so she went to the ultrasound. We weren't scheduled to have another ultrasound until 18 weeks, so this was a treat. All was fine. Saw the little spine, heartbeat, and profile complete with little nose and mouth. And the baby moved a bit for us to see as well!
She said the baby was lower than she expected, but that's not a worry because second pregnancies can be lower. And once we knew where our little lemonhead was hanging out, she easily found the heartbeat on the doppler: 140-150 beats per minute.
And while we secretly hoped she'd tell us the gender, it was too soon to determine, so we are still waiting on that nugget of info.
The next appointment is scheduled for February 5th, about a week before we thought we'd go again. She said we'll do another ultrasound then.
I read online today that eating or drinking something sweet an hour beforehand will make the baby move more for the coveted shot. I'll be at work that day, so maybe I'll make a run to the cafeteria for a soda or a dougnut before I leave. After all, it's for scientific purposes.

On another note, my morning sickness has abated a bit. I'm pleased to report that today is one of the first days sans anti-nausea medicine or losing my lunch. Maybe we are turning a corner here. I sure hope so, cause my in-laws are making us steaks on Saturday night and I'd sure like to enjoy one!

14 weeks

I am now officially 14 weeks along with this pregnancy. According to this website, the baby measures about the size of a fist (others say a lemon).
The websites also say that while I should be 'showing' more now (I am a bit, but not much yet), that the nausea should be going away about this time. Still waiting on that promise to fully mature.

(note: the picture is NOT of our actual baby, it's from the website linked above - but I liked that the picture shows what the actual size of our baby should be at around now. Thought that was pretty neat!)

Videos

For those interested, here are two recent videos of Dylan:

1. Orangee

2. 13 1/2 Weeks and Counting (which makes me tear up watching Dylan kissing and talking to the baby).

Enjoy!

Parental Sickos

Ryan stayed home from work yesterday with a stomach flu. He rested and drank lots of gatorade - our family protocol for tummy problems and dehydration. By the time I got home from work with Dylan, he was feeling better and was able to help with Dylan's evening routine as I started some chicken soup for my sick man.
Within about an hour, I was hanging over the toilet myself. For about FOUR HOURS. Not fun stuff, expecially with the guilt that Ryan wasn't fully recovered yet and Dylan was his little post-daycare-day-self, fussy and demanding for attention.
Today I'm home in bed from work, trying to keep at least a little liquid down. Fun times.

And for a little humor: Yesterday morning whilst we were both trying to get Dylan ready for daycare, I explained gently to Dylan that he needs to be extra helpful today because Daddy isn't feeling well. He looked up from his breakfast as if it suddendly made perfect sense to him why daddy wasn't feeling well.

Dylan: "Daddy baby tummy?"
Me: "No honey, daddy is just sick. No baby in Daddy's tummy."
Dylan: "Mommy nauseous?"

I guess he really does listen and picks up on our adult conversations. One that unfortunately we have in this household too often recently.

A Candy House

A few of Dylan's highlights from our Oregon trip:

-Dylan helping grandpa make a fire in the fireplace
-Driving the boat with grandpa
-Making a candy house with grandma (gingerbread house)
-Staring at the candy house, eating the candy house, talking about the candy house
-Bathtime in grandma's huge spa tub (ok, that was one of my favorites too!)
-Pluto and Mickey Mouse movies
-Walking in town by the boat docks
-Christmas morning!
-Cooking with grandma
-Sleeping in everyday until after 10:00 (ok, another of my favorites)
-Chasing grandma's kitties around the house
-Singing "Pop Goes The Weasel" in the car with grandparents (over and over and over and over again)

Happy New Years

This morning after watching the Rose Bowl Parade on TV, we showered up and headed up the street to see the floats in person. This year we didn't get as close as last year, which was a bit of a disappointment.
We did see the bands up close as they rounded the corner and gave their routine one last hurrah. My favorite was the Marine Corp band (made me proud to see them play), the South Dakota State University band (they were funny), and the Illinois band (very enthusiastic!)
Dylan enjoying a few minutes up on daddy's shoulders, checking out the floats.