Mystery Diagnosis

It hasn't been a good week at all around our house. The trouble all started on Monday. When I got home from work around 2, John met me at the door with Julia, "Uh, Mommy, I think she's sick." Yeah, John doesn't ever hang out by the door in eager anticipation of my arrival, nor does he refer to me as "Mommy" unless there's something mommyish I'm supposed to take care of so he doesn't have to. (ie "Mommy, I think Julia's hungry" or "Mommy, I smell poop") In this case, caring for a sick baby was the Mommy-duty. Naturally, he hadn't taken her temperature (rectally, I don't think so!), and she did have a fever. It was nap time though, so I put her down, hoping she'd feel better when she woke up. She is cutting a molar, and that can be treacherous. There was also one other time when she had a fever for just one day, slept it off, it was normal the next morning. It was still there when she woke up so I decided that I would give it until morning and go to the doctor if it wasn't normal.

She slept late Tuesday morning and I had to wake her at 10:00 to make sure she was still alive. Her temperature was normal again and she was smiley and happy. I had plans to go to lunch with my mom and grandma for my grandma's birthday, so mom picked us up at 10:30. It was pretty much all downhill from there. Little by little she got crabbier and crabbier, and then just downright lethargic. I spent most of lunchtime walking around the gift shop of the Merrillville Tea Room, holding a hot baby that was all but asleep. Then there was a fair bit of screaming on the way home and I took her temperature the minute we got there - about 1:30. It was 103.9 degrees. How scary is that? I gave her Tylenol bacause that was all we had (from getting shots). I waited about half an hour and the Tylenol did nothing. John was working midnights so he was just getting up at this time. I called the doctor and they said to bring her in right away. So we headed out, with the snow just beginning to get heavy, all the way out to the doctor.

They gave her Motrin when we got there, her fever was 102.8. The doctor did the exam and there was nothing wrong. She had no other symptoms either. She said we'd have to wait around to see if the Motrin could bring it down and if not, they'd have to do "tests". At this point, Mommy started to panic on the inside but kept her cool. I paced with the baby who wouldn't go to John or let me put her down, for 20 minutes, thanking God that John was there with me. Then the nurse came back. 102.8 No change. Mommy's heart is beating as fast as the feverish baby's now. (Have you ever felt the heartbeat of a child with a high fever? It is terrifying.) Doctor returns. Nurse takes temp one more time for good measure. 102.8 Still no change. Mommy listens (as though underwater) as the doctor explains that they'll have to take a urine sample to check for infection and then we'll take it over to the lab and have blood work done there. Okay, remember that cool Mom was keeping before? No longer. Thank goodness the nurse was there to hold her legs while they catheterized her because I couldn't have done it. And when they were gone, I most certainly cried with my baby. John was there to take instructions while the baby and I comforted each other.

Then it was off to the hospital for blood work. This time, I was prepared. I sat with her on my lap, holding her free hand down, while they took her blood, the nicest nurses I've ever met. Somewhere through the baby screaming I heard one of them say, "Good job, Mom", and it truly gave me strength. They were angels, I'm certain. My husband, God bless him, was as far away as he could get on the other side of the room probably trying not to pass out. I couldn't have made it through any of it without him, though.

Her fever did come down, though, only with the help of Motrin and then it would creep back up as the Motrin wore off. I spent Wed and Thurs doing these Motrin cycles, keeping it down. My baby was not herself for those two days either. She was tired, slept a lot, and didn't want to get down and play. If you know my little girl, you know she doesn't like to be cuddled, but this week, I couldn't put her down. We mostly sat on the couch reading books and such, she couldn't get enough of her books. No appetite to speak of either. The test results didn't show anything. By Thurs evening, her fever is gone, and I couldn't be more relieved that the mystery disease is subsiding.

And then I noticed the rash. All over her back and a little on her belly. I called John right away in a panic, and of course he passes it off as dry skin, which I kindly explain to him is insanity.

Then I called my Mom. She says it sounds just like roseola. Roseola. Okay. Ask.com, "What is roseola?" The answer I got? An exact description of everything that has been wrong with my child for 4 days. Roseola starts with a high fever, no other symptoms, doctor may run tests to rule out infection, just as fever breaks a rash appears, first on torso then spreading to legs and arms, etc. Roseola is not treatable except to treat the fever and keep it down. It's also nearly impossible to prevent the spread of it because you're only contagious before you even get the fever.

Sigh. What a week. And it sounds so pretty, doesn't it? Roseola. Like the name of a flower. Leave it to me to conclude with such a random thought as that. (Can you tell I'm worn out?) How about this instead...the moral of the story...call your mother first, she knows everything. :)

Oh, the weather outside is frightful...

( John put lights on the house for the first time this year, aren't they beautiful?!)

The ice storm a couple days ago was certainly "frightful"...not only if you were out on the roads or walking across parking lots, but also inside with flickering power for many.

Our poor trees have had it this year...first tornadic winds taking half their branches, and now heavy ice to break some more. That is one pathetic tree.

But... God in all his splendor made an awesome show of it all. Dangerous as it may have been, it also couldn't have been more beautiful.

Try clicking on this middle one to enlarge it if you can. Incredible!

Body Parts & Baby Talk

These are just a few of the things my brilliant daughter knows. I must point out that when she said "Mama" she also did the sign language with it. She knows Dada, Mama, please, more, and food/eat in sign language, but she wasn't being totally cooperative at that moment. She also holds her nose for "stinky" and holds her hands out and shrugs for "gone" but those are unofficial signs! And she can say so many words now, I might have trouble counting but I'm going to try... what kind of mom would I be if I didn't? :)

Mama, Dada, bye bye, hello (phone context), hi, Nana, Papa, Mmm (for food), ball, baby, gone, shoes. Those are the words I know she knows well and I've heard lots of times. There are also some that I think she's close to, but it's hard to be sure. For example, B words are tough because there are so many that sound similar and I can't tell if she's saying it or if she's just saying the B sound because she knows it starts like that... bath, banana and book are that way.

She also understands so many words now, it's scary. The language hasn't caught up for her to repeat it all yet, but she comprehends so much that I already catch myself spelling and she's only 14 months old! Perfect example... The other day I told someone "I'll be right back" and she started fussing as if I'd just told her "bye bye" to her face.

Every day is an adventure, and it's fun to be able to communicate now. There is so much less frustration for both of us because she can tell me what she needs. It's also adding a new dimension to parenting because I can tell her what I expect (or don't expect!) of her now. She better understands right vs. wrong. Perfect example... our entire living area is baby proofed enough that just about everything she shouldn't have is always out of reach. Well just today I accidentally left a pop can on the end table unattended for a second. Usually she would get to it right away and it would be spilled in seconds. This time, when I finally notice her, she's standing by the table, inches from the can, staring at it and shaking her head, but not touching. It was hilarious. I can only hope for such luck next time.

Well that's my little language update. I'll have to do some more updates soon, there are so many things she's doing now. And when she's truly walking (more than a couple steps), you'll be the first to know!

One Year Portraits

"A Ball!"

Mini-Mehok-Mohawk

Who loves bath time?

Julia does!

I combed her hair up in a mohawk.

A Mini-Mehok-Mohawk, to be exact.

Julia was loving bath time even more than normal on this particular day. Her puney fingers were so pruney, I had to take a picture.

Halloween

Better late than never, I say. Oh well. If you can't tell, Julia was a monkey for halloween. I wanted a costume that fit her personality, and she is certainly more of a monkey than anything else.

Playing on Nana's decorations.

Lifting pumpkins is serious work! That's one strong monkey.

John gave Julia this piece of licorice when we started out and she actually ate the whole thing. Of course it was a slimy, slobbery, mess by the end of it, but she had fun.

And they're off...pink princess trick or treat bucket courtesy of Grandma Marlene. Julia spent the morning with her and they went all over the place filling her bucket.

Posing with Pebbles. Kristen took Julia with her and her friend to go trick or treating. John just took her to a few houses at 5 and then he had to go to work. So Kristen took her, without a stroller, and they were gone a long time. I couldn't believe how good she said she was.

Now, when we were kids they were called candy cigarettes. Some even had paper wrapped around them and a powdery coating that puffed like smoke when you blew on them. I suppose that's no onger appropriate because the box these came in just said "Candy Sticks". We ate them as kids and I like to think we turned out okay. I've never had a desire to try a real cigarette. Anywho, I let her have it because it was one of the softer things I knew she could eat. This photo op was too hilarious, though. If I catch her like this in 15 years, watch out!

My Growing Pumpkin

October 31, 2007

October 25, 2008

My, how my little pumpkin has grown!

Oh, the Personality!

My Gulley Grandparents got Julia this chair for her birthday. She loves climbing on it, it's so funny. I was out of the room the other day when she got quiet for a while. When I came in to check on her, I found her in this chair (which she got into herself), wearing all these necklaces (which she put on herself). And when I got the camera to take a picture, just one, she started making so many faces and performing acrobatics that I took ten instead! Here are a few. No doubt this child has a personality all her own.

Pumpkin Pickin'

These are some pictures of the day we took Julia to Scheeringa's big pumpkin pile to pick a pumpkin. We posed on the big pile (With the sign in the background that said not to climb on the pumpkins, oops!), and then she picked a smaller one with Daddy that she didn't want to let go of!

She wouldn't smile, probably because it was freezing, but funny faces are cute, too!

My Sweetest

Roof day also happened to be Sweetest Day. Now, Sweetest Day is a Hallmark holiday, that much is understood by both my husband and I. It is not something we observe. I wouldn't have even remembered it if I hadn't been at the hallmark store anyway getting a baby card and a birthday card. But since I was there, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to get my man a card. I did it because I love him, but I was fully expecting nothing in return, least of all, more than I put out. But, come Friday night, in walks my husband, returning from work with yellow roses and taffy apples, two of my favorites. Needless to say, my card paled in comparison. Now, I could care less about Sweetest Day, but as for My Sweetest, I couldn't love him more.

Donut Dialogue

Blaine: "Julia, would you like some donut?"

Julia: "Oh, I suppose I'll have a bite."

"Actually, maybe I should take that."

"Okay, this is better than I thought!"

"Mmm..."

Roof Day

On October 18, we had a new roof put on. The Builders for Christ group from our church came and did the labor. They are a missions team that goes every June to help build churches across the country. They also do work for church members sometimes. And no, we're obviously not needy (although who isn't at least a little needy, really?), so we're donating to their cause as a thank you for all the help. And when I say "all the help", I mean all of it! They showed up at our house bright and early with more people than I could have imagined. I think there were somewhere between 25 and 30 volunteers here. It was humbling to see them all work. They had the old roof scraped off in minutes, it seemed like. Those that couldn't be up on the roof took loads to the dumpster and cleaned up nails. It was a sight to behold. Thank you so much Builders for Christ!

Julia slept through the noise at first, incredibly.

Here they are, all in row, scraping the old shingles off.

Julia kept trying to reach all the people up high. She's smart enough to know that people aren't supposed to be up there!

Kristen took this picture of John.

This contraption looks like a ladder, but it's motorized and it has a plate on it that they loaded the shingles on and then it lifted them all the way up to be unloaded.

Kristen loved being up there.

What's this? Supervisors' meeting?

All jokes aside, they could be discussing the fact that we're running out of shingles. We were just short, but John took a trip to Menards and came up with the last few we needed.

Rich, Blaine, Chris, and my Grandpa Gulley stuck around to tack down the last few. Thanks, guys, for seeing it through!

Towel Dried

Too cute not to share. I think this photo captures her "wild child" personality well!

Jeep Jamboree (Last Day)

Before hitting the road to home, we stopped by the Ranch where the Jamboree was held to take some pictures by the covered bridge just inside the entrance. You can't come to this part of the state and not get a picture of a covered bridge!

We're microscopic, but there! John put the camera on the bumper of the truck parked way down the road, set the timer, and ran to us before it took. Julia was cracking up. (Okay, maybe I laughed, too!)

These next photos were the kind that just sort of happen, and I absolutely love them. And since I know I'm not the world's greatest photographer, I just must have the world's cutest baby for these to look so good!