a mother's day to remember

This post is a little out of order, but I need to write this story so that I remember this day for everything it was.

My weekend story actually started Friday morning. When I woke up I my stomach felt tight. It felt as if my lower abdominal muscles were very tight. Jeff and I got dressed for a run and I warned him something felt off. Well we walked and about a block into it, then we turned around and headed home. I just couldn't go any further. I talked with the dr's office and they said it sounded like nothing to worry about. By that evening, my whole stomach hurt, I could barely walk and the pain was just getting worse. I called the doctor that night and our discussion we ruled out anything dangerous. She just told me to take lots of Advil, try to sleep and call her in the morning. The Advil eased things, I slept and felt better in the morning.

She had me continue on the Advil for the weekend and let her know if anything changed. On Saturday, I felt better but still tight. Tried not to move too much and such. That evening we joined the family for a swim and pizza. We had a wonderful time, but when I got out of the pool, I couldn't stop shivering. With my core muscles in spasm, the shivering was not fun. The men, Jeff and Champ, took me home and I huddled under blankets on the couch. I checked my temperature it was 100 F and rising, not good. I called the doctor and at 10 pm she told me pack a bag a head to the hospital for tests and I.V. We would spend the night.

I called in a favor for Champ and Jeff and I headed to the hospital. I was running a fever so they started checking the baby and running the orders from my doctor. The nurse told us sometimes the lab is slow and sometimes fast, no promises. Well it was a slow night and labs didn't return until 2ish am. All the analysis looked normal, baby fine, we were free to go home, it was most likely viral. Our reaction was one of relief (no surgery) but also one of exhaustion, can we just sleep the night? I got dressed and we headed home. One nice thing is we live less than a mile from the hospital, so the trip doesn't take long. We got about 3 hours of sleep before Champ woke up, not knowing anything of our night. (Oh, to be a toddler)

I am not sure what happened at the hospital, but Sunday I felt great. I again moved slow and made sure all was fine but I felt better than I had in days. Well as we all enjoyed our lazy morning, my son carried in a large Kate Spade bag saying "heaby, heaby." He brought over the bag and Jeff apologized for the lack of wrapping and the blank card. Given the circumstances, he had way surpassed expectations. Anyway, I got a purse and Champ got a great box full of tissue paper everyone was happy. So, for all the fathers out there, an adorable blue-eyed blond carrying in a designer bag is never a bad mother's day presentation. The day started on a low note, but turned out better than I expected. This is definitely a Mother's day I won't soon forget, but never wish to repeat.

So in summary I am feeling well and the baby is quite healthy. We are over half way to meeting the new little guy and I can't wait for his arrival.

what a difference a week makes...

As I chronicled Champ's first questionable swimming lesson, today was #2. Last week he had a little bug that kept us home most of the week, missing a swimming lesson. However Saturday we did get in a swim at his aunt and uncle's. He had a great time at the pool and ate almost 2 pieces of pizza when he finished.

Jeff and I were fully prepared for hesitation at the lesson and Jeff put on his swimsuit to assist with reassurance if necessary. Upon arriving at the pool, I was holing onto Champ by his swimsuit to keep him from jumping in. The instructor came up and he jumped into her arms. Jeff wasn't even changed and Champ was kicking away with the teacher. Needless to say, Jeff didn't get wet this week.

Our little guy is not ready for any swim meets quite yet, but no tears was a huge improvement. (He's not 2 and the 3-1/2 year old that takes lessons with him refused to get in the pool.) I love my little guy and he continues to charm everyone he meets. I promise pictures, but again forgot the camera. More to come.

first swimming lesson

Champ's first swimming lesson was Monday and I was not quite sure what to expect. Last summer he loved the pool and he enjoys the bathtub. However this was his first lesson at a new place with an unfamiliar instructor.

So it went...upon arrival he was in awe of his new surroundings and just taking everything in. His instructor was sweet but being pulled into the cold pool with us on the sidelines was a little much. He quickly voiced his displeasure and offered some pitiful "mommy"s and "daddy"s. He was then very happy to just sit on the side and watch. Well I wasn't to pleased with that outcome, so Jeff happily pulled on some shorts and got Champ in the pool.His hesitation went away as he warmed in the pool. Within minutes he was in the instructors arms and kicking and such.

Well the lessons will continue through the month so I will keep all updated. Champ's next hurdle will be to blow bubbles instead of drink water. Sorry for the lack of pictures, but I didn't bring the camera the first lesson. I will try and remember in the future so that I can chronicle the progress.

We also started helping him brush his teeth. He seems to enjoy the additional nightly ritual, but again the spit not swallow is something we have to work on.

On to the other little man...I had my 20 week ultrasound on Saturday. The little guy is on track for a mid-september due date and is "normal". During pregnancy "normal" is the perfect place to be.