Happy New Year!

I've always said 2008 was two-thousand-great. How could 2009 compete?

We flew in on New Year's Eve and went straight to Max's doctor. He hadn't slept well for the two weeks we were in Oklahoma, which meant we hadn't slept well either. I spent most nights rocking him in my dad's armchair. He developed a rash on his chest and back that grew as red as Rudolph's nose. On the last day his nose started running. We stayed in Tulsa since our plane left at 7 in the morning, and we had maybe two hours total sleep that night.

The little guy cried and cried. He doesn't cry unless something is wrong.

So, we took him to the doctor where they gave him an antibiotic and Nystatin. Why the antibiotic? They claimed they didn't know what was wrong with him, so they gave him both. Hmmm. We didn't like that much.

Quick aside: After consulting other medical professionals (online and otherwise)...and knowing that 99% of the antibiotic gushed onto his bib but the rash is disappearing from the ointment, we've decided to discontinue the antibiotic and continue the ointment.

Since I do nights better than mornings, I volunteered to take the shift until midnight with Max so that Garrett could sleep. He hit the sheets around 6 and woke up about Max's bedtime to offer help. I shooed him off because I was determined to kick his butt out of bed if Max whimpered after midnight. Max slept much better in his own crib than a Pack and Play. The evening went fairly well, and I was asleep when 2008 faded into history.

After the morning feeding and cleaning rituals, I was about to drop. I told Garrett, "Okay. Now your turn. I'm going to go to bed and try to get some sleep."

He nodded. "You should." He gripped the side of the crib. "There's just one thing...I think I'm going to throw up."

And he did.

All day.

Happy flippin' new year.

I hope it improves.

Friday, January 11, 2008

We had our appointment with Dr. Foley and learned the office is within walking distance of Garrett's office. He wants to see us again on Wednesday and scheduled it for when Garrett is off work. There was a little sac, so it's not ectopic. We're happy about that. He said my pains are probably normal. I couldn't read him very well, but I still liked him. I asked him if I should get excited now or wait. Garrett said, "Yes." The doctor said, "Wait a couple of more weeks." By the way, he looks super serious until he grins. When he grins he looks like he's related to the Baldwins--which, of course, the doofus in me asked him if anyone had ever told him he looked like a Baldwin. His eyes twinkled for a moment, I swear, as he grinned and nodded before he went back to his serious face.

Our couch arrived today. We are happy. Visitors may come now because it turns into their bed.

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

We ate dinner last night in a town called Nyack, NY, at a great restaurant called Wasabi. We met our friends Alison and Paul there. Alison is one of the cutest pregnant women I’ve ever seen in my life. She’s all fit and trim with just a round little bump on her tummy. Her due date is today. She’s my local baby-mama guru. It’s nice to have friends nearby. I hope she delivers soon or her patience may wear thin. I think I heard talk of creative and dangerous ways to get that baby out.

After researching doctors last night, Garrett and I made a list of names. My first call couldn’t work me in until the 29th. Plus, they rotated patients with six different doctors at two different locations. Um, no thank you. Maybe if I were a normal woman, but c’mon. I finally got in with one that would see me this Friday. It’s so close that Garrett may even pop in. This baby thing seems to be working out this time. Garrett said if we made it all as inconvenient as possible it would work. Boy, was he right.

The UPS guy delivered three boxes of clothes and a small television today. Hooray! Life is returning to some sort of normalcy. The fact that I had no knives and made dinner with an apple peeler and apple corer does not change the fact that dinner is cooking in the crockpot.

Monday, January 7, 2008

What is it with the medical system here? I know I’m spoiled at our little clinic in Oklahoma City, but I didn’t realize just how good we had it. For a blood test, all I needed to do was show up, greet all the friendly staff, and chat in the waiting room with another Resolve gal until I skipped into a room where one of the nurses—or even my own doctor—drew my blood.

You ain’t home anymore, Dorothy.

I was told Monday wouldn’t be as long a wait as Saturday. Wrooooong! I waited an hour and fifteen minutes in a room with more sick people and several sick babies. The babies were cute, but it was pretty sad to see them sick and hear their raspy coughs. The end result is that our HCG hadn’t doubled, but it was at 80% and our doc said that he was happy with that. All I have to do now is schedule an ultrasound for this Friday to make sure it’s not an ectopic pregnancy. I hope an OB/GYN experience isn’t comparable to having some blood drawn. Geez.

On a happy baby note, OU welcomed another Sooner fan today. Congratulations to my friend Christy and her husband Greg on their brand new little girl Allison who was born today. She’s going to be a stylish little diva because that child already has more shoes than most third world countries. And why not? I can’t wait to meet her.