Sunday, September 9, 2012

Adessa - Sept 9th, 2012

Holy goodness gracious.

Is it really your 5th month anniversary?

Right now, you're sick with your first cold and man...it's a doozy.  You are having a hard time sleeping, and this morning, slept on me from 4 until 7 because your cradle was extremely disapproved of :)  The whole family is sick, so we've kind of split forces and created teams.  Daddy's taking care of Ena, who seems to be on the mend (this whole bug is from her preschool) while he's sick, and Momma and you are buddies.

Of course, we are always buddies.  I'm your walking milk maker.  SO glad we're still nursing...at least this way, you're getting all my anti-bodies.

How to describe you, my love?

Happy!  You're super happy all the time.  Very sweet, goodnatured and smily.  You're the delight of everybody, because you smile at everybody which sends them into raptures.  You have this HUGE smile the size of Texas and your tongue sticks out when you smile and you can tell that you're smiling even from behind because you can see your cheeks go up and your ears move.  That and the person holding you falls over because of so much CUTE.  I'm sure you'll grow up thinking all grown ups are complete idiots, because they all make themselves idiots just to tempt a smile out of you, and you are happy as a clam to give them out.

Poor thing, coldwise.  This is probably the first I've seen you really upset.  (Well, that and getting scoped at the ENT, I'm not sure anything will reach that level of PISSED.)  Waking up is the worst.  I'm betting you've got a sore throat...I certainly do, and when you wake up, you're furious.  So we cuddle and I shush you and you can't decide whether you want your pacifier because it makes you feel better, or don't want your pacifier because it's hard to breathe through your nose.

I've been rocking you back and forth saying "I know....I know...this sucks...this really sucks..." which is kind of what I'd like someone to do for me.

Let's see, what else is going on?  You have a flat spot on your head that we're trying to change by getting you to sleep on your other side.  So far, no dice.  So, if you're reading this at 20 and you have a flat spot on your head still, I apologize.  I'm hoping you keep the red hair, it's SUCH a cool color.

The laryngomalacia (floppy windpipe, essentially) seems to be getting somewhat better, and for whatever reason, this cold is not affecting your breathing in that way at all.  Nose, yes.  Throat, no.  We've got a lot of people praying for you.  The doctor said that a virus could put you all the way back at square one and land you in the hospital for breathing treatments, so I'm so relieved that your breathing seems okay at the moment.  Still praying it doesn't move downwards and fuss with your windpipe, but at the minute, you're not pulling for breath like you did in the first months.  Thank you Jesus!  This cold can suck all it wants if it doesn't mess with your breathing like I was afraid of.  Though...I'd rather it stop sucking and go away.

I still need to type up your birth story soon.  I don't want to lose any details.  I'll have to post Ena's too.

Things I want to remember:

The way you look when you wake up in the mornings.  Giant smiles, wriggled out of your swaddle popping out like a little daisy, kicking and squirming like "Mom!  I've got legs!  Mom?  You awake?  See my legs!?  Haha, arms!  Armsarmsarmsarmsarms!!!!"

The way you divebomb at anything that looks like it might give you milk when you're hungry.   Huge guppy mouth sucking on my shoulder, my arm, dad's finger, you just hurl your whole body in the general direction and hope for the best.

How happy you are in your baths.  You love the water and are happy to sit there chewing your washcloth, Momma or Ena pouring water over your tummy.  (Other than tonight, we tried a bath tonight, me cleverly believing you would feel better.  Nope.  I evoked much wrath with this decision.)

Alright, sweetheart.  Dad's coming back with ice cream for the sick adults and then I'm crawling in bed next to you.  Here's to some (hopefully) sleep!