Lazarus doesn't quite know what Christmas is yet, but he sure woke up happy. After I changed and dressed him, he stood up on the bed and gave me a big hug. Definitely the best present I could possibly want.
Thursday, December 25, 2003
Merry Christmas!
Lazarus doesn't quite know what Christmas is yet, but he sure woke up happy. After I changed and dressed him, he stood up on the bed and gave me a big hug. Definitely the best present I could possibly want.
Thursday, December 11, 2003
On top of the world... (and what always comes after)
About two weeks ago, Laz and I took a road trip way, way up into the Magdalena mountains (in papa's truck, of course):
No updates since then because we've been sick. Really, really sick. Lazarus caught something at my doc's office just before Thanksgiving, and not two days after he was finally over it I caught something violently unpleasant from God knows where. I went to the hospital because I knew I was so dehydrated that I was in trouble, especially since dehydration can bring on premature labor. Sure enough, they kept me there, monitoring the baby (she's fine) and getting fluids back in me and giving me stuff to keep them from exiting right away. William took care of Lazarus for a day while Antonio kept me company. The day after I came home, Antonio got sick; the next day William got sick, and Lazarus didn't seem so happy, either. So I was back on my feet trying to take care of stuff, and I got sick again, too.
I think Lazarus and I might finally be getting over it. I think. Lazarus is pretty chipper and is exploring more than ever, including, yesterday, the usually-forbidden zone of my office (off limits only because it's so messy):
One bonus: the boy is now binky-free, since I decided to try to get rid of any and all harbors of infectious disease. (He also lost every last one of his binkies, and we got tired of scouring the house and cars desperately seeking just one to placate him to sleep.) He's still fighting it a bit at naptime and bedtime, but we're almost there.
No updates since then because we've been sick. Really, really sick. Lazarus caught something at my doc's office just before Thanksgiving, and not two days after he was finally over it I caught something violently unpleasant from God knows where. I went to the hospital because I knew I was so dehydrated that I was in trouble, especially since dehydration can bring on premature labor. Sure enough, they kept me there, monitoring the baby (she's fine) and getting fluids back in me and giving me stuff to keep them from exiting right away. William took care of Lazarus for a day while Antonio kept me company. The day after I came home, Antonio got sick; the next day William got sick, and Lazarus didn't seem so happy, either. So I was back on my feet trying to take care of stuff, and I got sick again, too.
I think Lazarus and I might finally be getting over it. I think. Lazarus is pretty chipper and is exploring more than ever, including, yesterday, the usually-forbidden zone of my office (off limits only because it's so messy):
One bonus: the boy is now binky-free, since I decided to try to get rid of any and all harbors of infectious disease. (He also lost every last one of his binkies, and we got tired of scouring the house and cars desperately seeking just one to placate him to sleep.) He's still fighting it a bit at naptime and bedtime, but we're almost there.
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