What a month!

(the first two in his diaper are moments after bringing him home from Primary's, the blue bandage was where they inserted the IV and the circular disks are from where the heart monitor was connected, it was a hard getting those off. the third is tiny laying on the tissue paper I was using to wrap gifts with, so sorry if you were the recipient of the smashed tissue.) Stay tuned for more.

If you've followed the last few blogs, you'll know that my little boy has gone through alot! For the past few weeks since taking him to Primary's he has not gotten any better and to top it all off we've made weekly visits to his pediatrician. I like her I do, but seeing her on a weekly basis is more than I'd like.

In the weeks that have followed his hospital stay he's lost weight and we were told that our traditions of going to family parties and even celebrating christmas with family were put on hold, what a different christmas this was for me.

Here are a few pictures of what the weeks leading up to the end of the month looked like...

Scary Experience

For the past week or so Tiny has been throwing up and having yucky diapers, I took him to see his pediatrician on Friday(12-10), he's one month old now! She sent us to have an xray of his abdomen, trust me it was tramatic for the both of us. Then when the x ray came back she sent us to the primary children's outpatient building in the riverton hospital campus to have an ultrasound done, she thought he had plorus stenosous, where the muscle connecting the small intestine to the stomach is too thick, causing nothing to get through, which would account for all the throwing up- the ultrasound found no indication of that, sigh of relief!
We then trecked back to the doctor's office and she wrote him a script for prevacid to reduce the acid reflux caused from the throwing up. Uncle Jake and I took Tiny home, where daddy was waiting.
Then we went over to my mom's so she could help me while daddy went to his mom's... after he had thrown up the pedialyte and the small amount of formula we had given him my mom suggested I call the doctor. The on call doc told us to go to Primary Children's ER. We made our way there where they pumped him full of IV fluids and admitted him. Watching them insert the IV line and taking what seemed like an overly excessive amounts of blood for a month old baby I wanted to take his place he cried so hard... I suppose I would too if they stuck big needles in such small veins.
Finally at 3 in the morning we went to the room where he would be staying the night and my mom and dad left. What a long day it was, I hope he doesn't have to go back.

What I wasn't doing

On December 2nd my mom called and asked, "So how are ya feeling?" I replied "tired but otherwise fine, why?" She then said, " Today is your original due date so I thought I'd call and see how you were feeling." I laughed and replied, "Well it sure beats the 17 hours I was in labor three weeks ago. No instead tiny mite and I are sitting in a chair watching a dvd, it's quiet for the moment."
What silly things grandmas think to say, it was the most humorous thing that had happened all week. I love being a mom and getting this time with my son, but somedays I wish it didn't seem so overwhelming!