A trip to the Hospital

Last week my sweet little boy wound up taking a trip to Primary Children's Hospital. Trenton had brought home a cold and as hard as we tried to keep baby and Mommy from getting it...we failed. The fun of the week started Monday night as I ended up sleeping on the couch in the recliner with baby on my chest. This seemed to be the only way to keep him from crying and comfortable enough to breath. Tuesday he continued to just cry all day. He cried no matter what I did for him...needless to say I was very tired from the night before, so by the time Josh got home he found both Baby and Mommy in tears!

So again...on Tuesday night we did what we could to make baby comfortable and we all tried to sleep...however we could. On Wed. I was feeding him and he felt a little warm to me. So, I decided to take a rectal temp and it came to 100.7. Like the good little mommy that I am, I followed the doctor's discharge orders from when he was born and called since the temp was over 100.4. I thought we would be told to come in to the office to maybe get checked for RSV, but no...I did not get to pass GO...we got sent directly to jail!

We were told to go directly to the ER of the hospital. Once we got there because of his age they ran every test possible. The poor baby had every bodily fluid drawn from him including blood, urine, mucus, and even a spinal tap. They also took xrays of his lungs. We were told that all the tests were standard for any baby under 30 days. All the preliminary results came back negative as far as a bacterial infection, so again, because of his age, he was admitted to the hospital where they would monitor him and keep him on antibiotics.

So...Mommy and Baby stayed at the hospital for the next 48 hours as they grew cultures. Everything came back negative, and as I anticipated, it was all due to his cold. They kept telling us it is better to be safe than sorry, they don't like to take any chances on babes this little for any type of bacterial infection they might have, including meningitis.

Trenton and Daddy came when they could during the day to visit us. Thanks to Hollie for taking my big boy and getting him to and from school at such a short notice. Trenton loved to come and see his baby because there was a life sized spiderman on the way to Baby's room! He thought the toys were fun too that the nurses would bring him.

We are now home and everyone is well. I am grateful for the medical knowledge that people have and the time they have put in to obtain it. The nurses that took care of him were wonderful. He is starting to do better thru the nights, but is a little piggy and up every 3 hours. I threatened that I was going to put him on formula so Daddy could deal with him at night...but I can't seem to follow thru! I enjoy our time together, and besides it is much cheaper to nurse!!!

Life as a Mom

Yesterday morning I was reminded how great it is to be a Mom. Within the first 5 minutes of being awake and sitting in my bed nursing the babe I enjoyed the following:
- Wiping the poopy bum of a 3 year old
- Cleaning poop from a 3 year old's underwear
- Cleaning poop off the carpet
- Getting peed on by a 3 week old (yes, in my bed)
- Getting spit up on by a 3 week old
- Having milk drip on me because Braxton decided he needed to take a break
Oh...the joys of being a Mom! But, I will admit it is all worth it. How I love my boys!

Awesome Dads

Every weekend we usually end up doing about the same thing...we go over to Hollie and Dustin's house and just hang. We usually figure out what to do for dinner together, and then do one or a combination of activities; watch a movie, play games, rock out on guitar hero, or just sit around and chat.

This weekend was no different, except that we now have our cute Little Love. I knew the baby needed to be changed, and when Daddy is with us I take full advantage of the break. So Hollie and I were surfing the net in the other room when I hear the following:

Dustin: Jensen (their older son), will you get me another wipe

Josh: Here is one right here

So I decide to go see what was happening in the living room and find both Daddy's changing their baby's and sharing supplies! It was too cute to pass up.

Thanks for being such hands on Daddy's guys. You are awesome!

Trenton's Big Boy Bed

On my first night home from the hospital Trenton wanted to get in bed and cuddle with me before he went to bed. After watching some TV, we turned it off and he said "Mom let's talk about something". This is something we often do and we take turns coming up with what we are going to talk about. I told him that sounded like a good idea and that it was his turn to pick something to talk about. Here is how the conversation went...by the way...at this time Trenton was still sleeping in a crib with the rail down so he could get in and out.

T: I want a big boy bed

M: You have a big boy bed

T: No mom, I have a baby bed

M: No, that is a baby bed (pointing to the pack and play that Braxton was in)

T: Obviously it's a crib Mom, and I don't want to climb in and out of it anymore, I want a big boy bed.

M: Speechless!

So there....I was told by my baby that he no longer was a baby and required a big boy bed. It was actually pretty funny. So I told Grandma about the conversation the next day, and when Grandpa got up here he was told. So...of course, Grandma sent Grandpa and Daddy to take care of the situation! Grandma took Trenton to Wal-Mart to pick out his bedding, and it was done!

Thanks Mom and Dad for taking such good care of us! Trenton loves his bed and loves that Mommy can now cuddle with him in his bed, it's even fun to have Baby Brother come cuddle in between us while we talk about everything

The Birth Story of Braxton David Crawford

Braxton David Crawford arrived on October 27, 2008 at 2:38 in the morning weighing in at 7 lbs. 2 0z. and 20 inches long. Here is our story...

Before going to church on Sunday, the 26th, we decided we would have a family activity and carve our pumpkins. As I was searching for tea lights in a low drawer, I got up to find my leg wet with something. Knowing we were only a week away from my due date, we did not take any chances, and got ourselves ready to go to the hospital to have things checked out. When we got there they decided that my water had not broken, but I had made progress since my last doctors appointment and was dilated to a 3 1/2 and 70% effaced. The nurse had me walk around for about an hour to see if I would progress any further. Of course, no such luck for me, but she was pretty sure things were going to start happening soon. She said I could stay and walk around some more, but if I did she could not feed me lunch, and once I got checked in I could not have anything to eat either. So seeing it was 2 pm...Josh and I decided to go have some lunch and continue our walking adventure. With it being a little cold outside we decided to go make some laps at the nearest mall. (the looks I got as I huffed and puffed around the mall were pretty funny!) After walking for about 2 hours and some stronger contractions only being 1 minute apart we decided to go back to the hospital.

This time I got put in a labor room, but to my disappointment, again, nothing had changed. I was determined not to be sent home, so Josh and I started in on laps around the hospital. After another hour I had gone to a 4. The doctor on call said she did not want to admit me quite yet, which made no sense to me since my contractions were so close, but to watch me for another hour. So....off we were again...walking. We met the nurse back in my room around 8:30 and finally had made some progress. I was now at a 5 1/2 and 80% effaced. They finally decided to admit me.

Of course...again with my luck I stalled out at about a 6, contractions slowed down, so Doc decided to break my water. Things started happening again, phone calls were made, plane tickets reserved, and more waiting. Doc came in again around 1:45am to check my progress and when doing so informed me that she had just stuck her finger up my kids bum. WHAT???? The nurses even second guessed the doc as they were sure they had been feeling his head all day. She said she had felt the head too when she broke my water, but sure enough, the little bugger had gone breech on me and I was now at an 8.

Things kicked into high gear from there. I was given a shot to stop the contractions, the OR was prepped, the anesthesiologist called, and Josh was dressed like a space man. Of course my emotions kicked in with fear of the procedure, but also, how am I going to handle a six week recovery with a 3 year old at home?

Anyways, all went well, Josh watched Braxton arrive butt first and said it was actually pretty cool to see. The whole team of docs and nurses laughed when he came out because the feet were tucked and all they saw was his little bum.

We came home on Thursday and things have been good. Trenton loves his little brother and always makes sure that he is OK. Braxton sleeps a lot and loves to sleep on Mommy's chest. I have to remind myself to put him down sometimes so he does not get used to it and will sleep thru the night without me. My world has defiantly changed, but I am so grateful for all three of my boys and the joys that they bring to me. I am thankful for my family and all their love, support and help. I look forward to the memories we continue to create from here and can't wait to share more stories and pictures with you all.

Halloween Fun

I guess I have lots to catch up on...so we are going to do all Halloween activities with one post. I really did not get to participate in much of them seeing we had our little Braxton, but I think that deserves its own post!
We had fun together carving pumpkins. We started this activity together on Sunday morning waiting for church to start...but again, we had a slight interruption and didn't get to finish our pumpkins. We had some pretty good ones going too...Daddy was doing Iron Man, and Trenton and I were carving Iron Man's face. Of course..Trenton had to play dress up while doing so, so he wore his Spiderman costume from last year. I thought I was going to get away with not buying a costume this year..but I didn't get so lucky. Oh well, now he has two super heroes that he can run around in!

Trenton had a Halloween Party at school. He got to wear his Iron Man costume, minus the mask, and Daddy got to go spend the day with him. From what I am told he was in a costume parade, played pin the nose on the pumpkin, and played ghost, ghost, boo. They got to sing songs and participated in a story as their principal made Root Beer that they all got to have afterwards. Trenton was a little out of sorts that day since Mommy had been in the hospital since Sunday, so they decided to leave early and come pick Mommy and Baby up from the hospital!This last picture is the only picture we have of Trenton in full costume, he is with his friend Lance from nursery. I did get to go to the Trunk or Treat with him the Friday before Halloween...so that was fun.
All in all I think he had a pretty good Halloween, just a little hectic this year!