August 26, 2014

4 years attached.

I met this guy 12 years ago and I told my mom I was going to marry him after just one month of dating. She looked at me as a mom might look when talking to a dramatic psycho, and said with a sigh, "Oh Janell."

Our 4 year wedding anniversary was last week, so, I feel like giving you a throw back read to this blog post, It's sickening how cute we are.

I love how our story has turned out.

We celebrated at a Luke Bryan concert and came home with some crazy stories.

He stayed home with Grandma and slept. This kid should be seen by everyone, everyday.

August 18, 2014

UPDATE: Butt problems

Last Friday, things got progressively worse for my little man. He didn't eat or really drink at all. He slept from 6 pm to 6:30 am...and had a dry diaper. He seemed like he wanted to eat in the morning so we tried to give him a few ounces of milk, but it all came back up.

His butt problem had become the least of our worries for now.  Mack had no smiles to share and it was heartbreaking...and we were panicked.

Dehydration had set in after days of little food and not much to drink. So, we went to see the doc as soon as their doors opened.

Doc said it was time to syringe feed him and it didn't matter what we got down his pipe, we just had to get it in there because there was nothing else that we could do yet. He was not bad enough to get blood work or an IV, we just had to ride it out. So we did. And we pushed Pedialyte every hour and finally got him to keep some of his bottle and a little oatmeal down.

Sunday went even better and we are feeling relieved.

I'm sure we will have many more scares in our future, but we are so grateful to be on the up and up.

Thank you for all of your love, encouragement and advice!

August 15, 2014

Butt problems.

Sixty dollars and some change in butt creams. Two soaks in Epsom salts. Ten soaks in Baking Soda. Eleven baths with Aveeno baby wash. Eleven nights of cleaning up a "sleeping" baby in the middle of the night...and today is finally my breaking point.

Recently I prided myself that we had gone 7.5 months without a diaper rash. In the next .5 of this month, my kid gets a 101 fever, the poops, and a tooth popping in. He won't eat his food and only drinks half of his bottles. In one day of this crap (everywhere), everything under his diaper looks like sun poisoning. We let him roll around for days without a diaper, swapping out they messy towels and throwing them in the wash. We have tried every butt cream in the store aisle, every home solution and have followed the doc's advice since no one is worried until he has been shitting his brains out for 14 days.

Well on this 11th day, he began puking in the middle of the night. Hopefully, they are worried today.

Originally, I intended to write a funny post about baby poops and the asinine amount of money we have spent on diaper cream options for my kid's ass. But, I don't feel very funny today. I feel sick and I feel worried. This was my happy baby Mack last week: Sad.

Though this week, either he is sadly used to the monkey butt and upset stomach and torturous tooth pain, or he just decided to live life and have some fun:


He is the sweetest.