At 11:24 am, Crosby Fox turned 3 years and 38 weeks old!!! At 1:03 pm, Jane Claire turned 25 weeks old!!! All of a sudden, Crosby is all about taking his picture with Jane Claire when I take weekly her pictures. No pulling of chipped teeth is even required!! I hate to be redundant with my opening picture but he complies. So I've gotta go with it! At least I get to see what they look like side by side week after week. It is a new perspective picture in and of itself!!
We spent most of the week settling back into some sort of routine again. Vacation is so much fun until it ends!! Most of our bags were unpacked the day we got home. It was just trying to get Miss Priss to remember how she slept way back one week ago!! The first few nights, I was up 4 & 5 times a night. She even made her way back into our bed a few times. Yikes!!! Knowing we had a slight problem, I pulled a baby sleep book out of the closet and started reading. 40 pages in, I knew what would be required to reset her system. And it did not involve a button to push. I knew it would require crying. And I did NOT want to do it. But, I had no choice. She was a mess and so was I!!! We kind of got forced into due to circumstances on Thursday night. What circumstance you ask?? One clue...
Thursday night was our first trip to the ER!!! Oh heavens!!! Sweet boy and his Daddy were upstairs in the bonus room and I was downstairs talking to my aunt on the phone. I heard a little crying and assumed Crosby was protesting Blake's requests to head toward bed. Then Blake yelled for me and said I needed to come quickly. That is never good!! When I got upstairs, Crosby and Blake were on the couch and Crosby was in some serious pain, tears rolling down those cheeks. He was guarding his left arm and could not flex/extend his elbow, grip my finger or even lift his arm. Apparently Blake was helping Crosby off the chair, Crosby went limp (as he often does), Blake was holding him by the left arm and then there was pain. Uh oh. Our first thought was nurse maids elbow. But what if it was a break?!? Only one way to know for sure. We finally got Crosby calmed down and strapped into the car. FORTUNATELY, LeAnne was hanging out with us and offered to stay with Jane Claire so we could both go to the hospital. (She was sleeping when I left...) Long story short, we registered and were seen by a triage nurse. He manipulated Crosby's arm a bit and he tolerated it really well, my precious, brave boy. He made a little splint for him to wear until we were called back. We didn't even sit down before we were called! We were taken to this room, where his BP, temp, O2 sats, weight, etc were taken...
Crosby was quite and reserved for all of 45 seconds before he warmed up to the new room and staff. Next thing you know he was talking with the Vanderbilt staff like they were BFFs. "Is that a blood pressure?" The nurse was kinda shocked when he knew that. You would think she would have then used the proper terminology when he asked "What is that?" while coming at him with a thermometer. She started to say "it measures your body temperature..." when I said, "It's a thermometer." Ah, yes! It is just a little different than the ones we use at home, good for him!!! Then he asked if the stethoscope tweeted like a bird!! (Apparently he thinks it is Dr. P's stethoscope that tweets as opposed to Dr. P himself! Hilarious...) It was around this time I noticed him moving his fingers and even started to bear a little weight through that left arm. Hmmm...
We were sent back into the waiting area until we were called by radiology. We waited another 15 minutes or so before being called. During that time, Crosby REALLY started moving that left arm around. Blake and I looked at each other slightly perplexed. Were we not in the ER due to a painful left arm?? One that Crosby could not actively move??? Should we just leave so we don't have to pay for that x-ray??? When he took the splint off himself, we were pretty sure he, or the triage nurses, had corrected the problem. But just in case, we decided to stay. We were called and escorted to radiology. By that time Crosby was clearly fine. They took the splint of and positioned his arm with no pain whatsoever!!! This is the image we got...
Yep. Looks like a perfectly normal arm to me!!! ;-) We were escorted upstairs to meet with the doctor once the films were review. We didn't really need them to be reviewed. You will see why...
Sorry that is sideways! Don't know how to rotate the videos from Blake's phone! Anyway, our assumptions were confirmed. All was well. The doctor agreed it was most likely a nurse maid's elbow injury that corrected itself without intervention! Basically we spent a lot of time and money to get a picture of Crosby's arm and an orange popsicle!!! ;-) All kidding aside, we are soooo thankful for our outcome. There were so many little ones in the waiting room at Vanderbilt that night. It broke my heart to see and hear all of the sweet children that were needing treatment. I felt bad that we were even taking up the doctors time. But everyone was so very nice, making our first trip to the ER as pleasant as at trip to the ER could be!
We headed back home and Crosby passed out in the car. Blake transferred him straight to his bed with no problem. Jane Claire, however, was a different story. LeAnne had her out of her bed, wrapped up and going full force in the swing. Apparently she woke up screaming shortly after we left!! Of course. She would NOT go back down for LeAnne until she put her in the swing!! Little turkey knows what she is doing!! ;-) Sooo, I got her out, took her upstairs, fed her and put her back in bed, knowing she was exhausted. She was crying within 30 minutes of me laying her down. Ahhhh. It continues. So I had to do it. She had to cry. And cry she did. And cry. And cry. And cry. Take a breather. And cry. And cry. And cry. Take a breather. And cry. And cry. AND CRY!!!! Talk about breaking my heart over and over and over. I think I finally went in there after three hours, feed her and she went to sleep until 8:00 the next morning. Holy Moly what a night!!
Friday night I got her in bed by 7:00. She started out great. I thought we were home free. Then 10:30 came. And she started to cry. And cry. And cry. And cry. I eventually turned the monitor down and dozed off for a while. Only to wake up and find her still crying. Ahhhh. I wanted to cry with her. I am pretty sure I did. People claim in takes 3 nights of this torture for them to get it. Well, I didn't think I could take one more night of it. Have you seen that precious baby's face? Yeah. Who in their right mind could let that adorable thing lie in her bed and cry for THREE nights in a row??
Saturday night came and I was dreading it. I got her down around 7:00 and she stayed asleep for a while. Then she started. And ended within 5 minutes. Woah?!? What? So I turned the lights out and went on to sleep. The monitor was on so I could hear her and knew it would happen. But it was silent. All night. She was in bed from 7p-7a!!!!! We made it!!! She made it!!! Hallelujah!!! She MADE IT!!! And to top that off, she made it Sunday night too!! Whoohoooo!!!
Now, let me say, my goal was not necessarily to have her sleep through the night. If she needed to eat once or even twice a night, I was okay with that. But I knew that was not the case. She did not need to eat the 6-8 times she was waking up each night. She just could not soothe herself back to sleep. We had created a sleep monster while we were on vacation. But KNOCK ON WOOD, we have turned the corner!!! We shall see...
Back to Saturday, we had a little fun that afternoon at least! Blake is playing in a men's soccer league this fall. We all went out to watch him play. The weather was BEAUTIFUL so it was lovely to be outdoors.
My sweet little princess watching her daddy diving around like he is still 18 or something...
Wait?!? Where was I? Oh yes, 2 kids later. We were watching Daddy play soccer. And this little fella was running around, trying to be just like his father...
Melt my heart...
I can only hope he turns out just like his father. Crosby sure is watching every move he move he makes...
Jane Claire and Pop...
Sigh.
My favorite part of Jane Claire's outfit were the shoes. They were Charlotte's. I love them then and I love them now...
Fingers crossed for a good night for this sweet babe... ;-)
