life in alaska

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Carson sounds better today. By the way, he didn't have pneumonia/mycoplasm/whatever it's called. The official diagonsis is "bronchiolitis." Anyway, he was checked this morning and sounds better, though wheezy. He's happy as a little clam though.

Carson is home from the hospital. I'm glad to see him better. I took him to the clinic Saturday morning at about 8:30 and the doctor sent us on to the ER, and then he was admitted that afternoon. Through that whole day he was as sweet as he could be, flirting with everyone who came in the room and pretty much his cheerful self. Sunday was rougher, and he wasn't really doing well with his breathing. That night he had some oxygen and was able to sleep a lot of the night with me holding him upright, and then seemed to turn the corner Monday morning. He's still wheezy and full of snot but is more like himself. I'm really thankful to be home! Arkansas Children's Hospital is just another world.

While I was in the ER I listened to a podcast by an NPR guy who has cancer, and he was commenting on how when you're in the hospital it becomes a microcosm - and it's hard to imagine life going on as normal in the outside world. It feels so isolated! I spent Sunday basically on the edge of my seat either holding Carson or watching him get suctioned and breathing treatments, or just watching him sleep and watching his oxygen levels go lower and lower. I'm really thankful that he came through it and we're home. The hospital was also a window into a world totally different that the one I'm used to - we had some really interesting people sharing our room. Let's just say that not all people are kind and thoughtful of others...

Brady is sick, not to the level Carson was, but was up much of the night. He's just stuffy and junky in his nose and coughing and kind of miserable. Emmie and Riley have a touch of it, but seem better already since yesterday.

To those of you who prayed for us - thank you.

I just stopped Logan to tell him something trivial, which apparently he didn't want to hear about because he said, "Just let me mind my own business." Cracked me up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Em - Oh! I hate my tongue! My tongue has a yucky taste on it!
Me - Why, did you put something on it?
Em - Just my bubbles.

The other day Logan said to me, "Momma, we're more closely related to you than to Dad because we grew in your tummy. Right?"

Okay, for all the curious - tyey weighed in yesterday. at 4 months:

Carson - 16lbs, 11oz
Brady - 17lbs, 8oz

Chunky monkeys.