Saturday Mornings

We stay in our PJs and eat wherever we want!

Apparently we have been holding him back cutting his fruit into small pieces

We need one more thing to make this the perfect breakfast--an old balloon

Putting it all together

The Whole Story

First and foremost, Maxon is fine. Still battling something, but far from the feverish misery of yesterday. It all started with a restless night’s sleep overnight on Thursday. After waking up for third hour in a row, we finally broke down and gave him some Tylenol. We secretly hoped that meant he would sleep in, but instead he woke up perky as ever at 6:15am and was normal for most of the day on Friday. As the evening wore on, he seemed to get a little more flushed and whiny so we decided to try some ibuprofen at bedtime. He had a much better night’s sleep but was raring to go at 5:40am. He even seemed energized enough to go to his swim class, although in hindsight that was probably not the best activity to engage in. He didn’t have as much fun in the pool that morning but was pretty excited afterward to run around the gym saying hi to all the gym rats. Again, as the day wore on, his perkiness seemed to deteriorate. We checked his temperature and he was at 102.7 degrees. We gave him a dose of Tylenol and crossed our fingers. Another check later in the afternoon showed him to be at 103.5 degrees. We put a call into his pediatrician’s after-hours number and waited to hear back with what we should do next. He got more and more clingy and flushed and I could just feel the heat emanating from him. Another temperature check showed him at 104.3 degrees and we started to get really concerned.

We heard back from the doctor and after some routine questions, we realized we had been giving him Tylenol dosages that were not enough for his current weight and we were never really effectively fighting his fever. She recommended we give him a dose of ibuprofen and head to the ER to make sure there wasn’t anything else going on. We pack a bag to prepare waiting in the ER for half the night and head out. Alas, this is not the show “ER” and we were the only ones there and skipped the waiting room and went right to the triage desk where we found out Maxon’s temperature had already dropped to 102 degrees.

It's just too cute not to take a picture

It's a bit drafty in here

We got settled into a room and waited to see the doctor. It was definitely the “kid” room, as it had a huge wall puzzle and a table full of books in the corner. In the meantime, a nurse doled out a big Tylenol dose in addition to the ibuprofen, which surprised us. Apparently, you can alternate the two medications within hours of each other safely. The doctor checked out Maxon’s ears, throat, and lungs and while everything looked okay, he wanted to investigate a rattle in Maxon’s lungs a little further and requested a chest x-ray.

How does a 1-year-old get x-rayed, you ask? Not very happily. He was placed sitting up against a board on a table and I had to pin his little arms back and try to keep him as still as possible. It was only for a few seconds but it felt much, much longer. The second shot was more pathetic. We rotated Maxon so his left side was against the board and I had to hold his little arms over his head. He cried the entire time but the second he was let loose, he was totally fine. He was a rock star.


This is a terrible idea

At the end of the day, the doctor didn’t see anything alarming. We were told how to manage his fever better and to call back if any new symptoms pop up or if any existing ones got worse. The nurse took Maxon’s temperature right before he left and he had not even a trace of a fever. Drugs are magical.

I had never been to the ER before for me or anyone else, so I thought it was a good exercise to get a relatively non-emergency episode under my belt. I hear these kids can get into some trouble from time to time so I’m fairly certain this will not be our last ER visit. But as cute as that gown was, I hope to not have to return where he has to wear that again!

These are a few of my favorite things

Bubbles (“bub-boo”)
Blueberries (“boo-BAH”)
Pineapples (“pie-PAH”)
Bananas (“na-na”)
Pears (“puh”)
Eggs/the letter X/sometimes H (“etz!”)
Cheerios (“roh-roh”)
Snacks, which really means all meals (“nack”)
Going outside (“OW-sighhhh”)
Snow (“noh”)
Crayons on paper (“pay-pah”)
My CU Buffalo teddy (“a-POH”)
Trying to pet my fur sisters
Daddy’s oatmeal/cereal/water (but not when it’s made for me)

My not-favorite things:
Diaper changes (“pie-puh”)
Being told “no” (“nah-nah-nah” and then going boneless*)
Getting my nose wiped, although I say “noz-noz-noz” to indicate I have sneezed and might have a potential nose situation
My toys put away

*Thanks to the Knufflebunny story from the Kimmels for this very apt description

Happy New Year!

We spent Christmas with the Guzek side in North Carolina. Maxon was overwhelmed with love and attention by grandparents, aunts/uncles and excited cousins, which was both a good and bad thing depending on his mood. His first order of business upon arriving at Babcie and Dziadzie’s house was inspecting the kitchen, where ultimately found the liquor cabinet and picked out two Maxon-sized airplane bottles of Baileys to be his go-to toys for the week. At least one of the bottles even made it into the bath with him. He tried to lug around the half-gallon of Kentucky whiskey but it was a little cumbersome. Maybe next Christmas, baby.

Getting in touch with his Irish heritage

Let me reiterate that Maxon chooses his own toys.

We even paid a visit to Santa! I wasn’t even planning to take Maxon this year since I didn’t think he would be into it (read: kicking/screaming/tears/snot) but it was hard to pass up when his cousins were already going. He reacted just as I expected but the very skillful and timely photographer managed to get a good set-up shot before all hell broke loose. Just as well–we hardly took any pictures of our own over the visit so at least we have this one!

I'm guessing lots of toddlers get their picture taken with extra accessories

We wanted to see what a potential daughter might look like. Sorry, Maxon.

Traveling was a little more of an active experience this time around. We had connecting flights on either end of the trip and for each first leg, Maxon was a high-maintenance wiggleworm that ended up scoring LOTS of in-flight Cheerios and banana cookie insurance for temporary silence but at least passed out for the second legs. I discovered that old US Airways planes do NOT have changing tables so we had to get a little creative with toilet seat covers. Also, not all flights offer milk so Maxon got his first taste of juice. But Starbucks offers to warm kids’ orders of milk–very nice.

We are getting scholastic this winter! We had our first “music class” today. The quotes symbolize my sitting in a circle with the other mommies and babies clumsily following the teacher in ridiculous singing and dancing while Maxon wandered the room and poked other children. I did feel like I infiltrated an exclusive mommy clique since everyone else seemed to know each other from previous classes and/or Gymboree. He had a great time though and I look forward to next week’s class. We are also starting swim class (quotes are pending) on Saturday. I am not sure if I am more nervous about letting him go in the pool or putting on a bathing suit in the post-holiday season.

Maxon is simultaneously working on his last molar and at least both his top canines. It is making for some interesting diapers, drool, and mood swings. He also got his second big-boy haircut but did not love the experience as much as last time so no opportunities for pictures. Next time!