When I realized today that Sam is 8 months old, I could hardly believe that. I seriously feel like I blinked and the past 8 months flew by. He is so much fun and has become an active, mobile, laughing, and interactive boy to add to the mix. Having him mobile has changed the game in a lot of ways… he can be put down on the floor, sit by himself, and is in total exploration mode around the house. In some ways, it makes things easier because he is happy and content to play and not be held quite as much. But the level of movement around the house and mess created with 3 very active boys sometimes leaves my head spinning!
A few fun things about Sam at 8 months… his first tooth just popped in, he is crawling and pulling up on everything, he loves to eat paper! (which i noticed when I kept finding chewed up pieces of books on the floor and in his mouth), he loves his brothers and smiles and laughs just seeing them walk in a room, he loves the bath and playing in water, and he also loves Opal Dean. His little personality reminds me of a mixture of Bradford and Chaz. He’s not as intense as Bradford, but also not as laid back as Chaz…maybe somewhere in the middle. He smiles easily, but is becoming weary and hesitant around strangers. He is a good eater and sleeper, and for the most part a pretty easy little guy.
Bradford: “Thank you God for my Dad and my books and the lamp. Amen.”
Chazzy: “Dear God, thank you for… Bob and Larry, Sweet Pea Beauty (Veggie Tales characters), for Thomas, and James, and Mr. Thopham Hatt, and Percy (all Thomas the Train characters), and for “E” (Chaz’s name for Bradford), and for my Dad. Amen.”
It’s been an up and down day as a mom, mainly up until about 5 pm…and then in a 3 hour stretch, we calmed a lot of fighting, made a call to poison control, soothed a boy who was bitten by his brother, disciplined the child who bit the brother, got everyone fed, calmed upset boys at bedtime, and then after it all, the house is quiet. I love being a mom, I really do. I do not wish I was doing anything else.
But some days are exhausting. It has been one of those days. I was scrolling through pictures today, and love what the following ones portray. Our boys are fun and sweet and I so enjoy being around them. They love to play hard, laugh a lot, sing and dance, and they love their dad! They are worth every hard day and every exhausting moment. And even in the hard, I am thankful for who they are. They teach me so much about loving and persevering in the process, through the ups and the downs.
I am thankful for their wild spirits, for the way they play rough and love each other, even though sometimes they fight and bite each other! I’m thankful for these pictures today, and for these sweet moments that are such a reminder of God’s goodness to our family.
Last week was a little crazy. We had a cough/cold hit our older boys that was pretty rough…but then it hit Sam and it was really rough. He had a couple of days of coughing, and then he declined quickly. He woke up Wednesday morning with a wheezing sound and we decided to take him into the dr. as a precaution, we thought. By the time we got to the dr., I could tell he was declining. He was straining to breath and after 2 breathing treatments in a row, we were seeing no signs of improvement. He was breathing pretty fast and huffing and puffing to get air in and out. So, off to the ER we went.
There was definitely a little fear, but the dr. assured me he would be fine. He tested positive for the RSV virus and was admitted for monitoring and treatment and we were told it would be at least a 24 hour stay. We ended up staying for 3 nights. We didn’t have any more scary moments, or times when he declined, but it was just a slow-steady improvement throughout our stay. The dr’s wanted to keep him until he stopped wheezing and until he was comfortable going at least 4 hours in between breathing treatments.
So, we’re home now, and he’s doing great. Still on breathing treatments, which he handles pretty well and is showing just some minor cold symptoms. It was a learning experience for all of us, and stretching. It was hard being separated as a family, but we made it work and I was thankful it was only 3 nights and not longer. Although thankful for the nurses and doctors that helped in the situation, Sam and I were both very glad to leave the hospital and return to the comforts of home. Thanks for anyone who prayed for him and supported us through this experience.
In the ER, poor sick guy:
After a couple of breathing treatments, and steroids, he perked up and was so much better: We did a lot of this, snuggling, him sleeping, and just hanging out in our room: Playing in his hospital crib: We had some early mornings b/c the hospital is so noisy! This was the morning we were leaving, Sam woke up at 5 and did not go back to sleep. I was thankful to leave shortly after and get to rest at home! So happy to be going home, and feeling much better: