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It’s weird.

When  M was sick, she didn’t really want to play, so our living room was pretty clean.  There weren’t many toys on the ground.  We could walk through our living room without hurting our feet by stepping on one of her toys.  The place was clean.  The place was presentable.

But it came at a price.  The cleanliness came because M was too sick to play.  She wasn’t in the mood to pull all her toys out.  She just wanted to lie around with me.  She just wanted to sit with me.  She was fine with just a book, or her iPad.  She didn’t climb.  We weren’t heard saying “M, no! Don’t climb that!  Get down!  Be careful!”

Now that she’s better, the bins are empty and the toys are scattered all over the place.  Every five minutes “M, be careful!” can be heard in our apartment.  Her books are all over the place.  We can no longer walk in a straight path because there are toys in our way.

Honestly, I’ve never been happier to see the mess.

It tells me that she’s better.  It tells me that she’s pretty much back to normal.  It tells me that she has the energy and strength to play around again.  It tells me that she’s happy to be out and about.

I wonder how long this “happiness” is going to last before my head explodes from the clutter?!

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Parenting has a lot of ups and downs.  September 26th, 2013 has got to be one of the worst downs I’ve experienced as a parent.

September 26th has got to be the scariest parenting moment I’ve experienced in the two years of being a mother.

M’s fever was difficult to control.  Within two hours of taking a dose of Tylenol at 11am, I felt her fever start to return.  Hubby and I tried everything we could.  We changed her into a cotton tank top and I started wiping her with a room temperature wet cloth.  We just couldn’t control the rate that the fever was climbing.

Then it happened.

She was tired in my arms.  She was drifting in and our of sleep, but I just thought she couldn’t find a comfortable position.

Suddenly, she looked up at me with the strangest look in her eyes, and she was totally unresponsive.  I tried so hard to get her attention, but to no avail.  Then, she started drooling and I knew this wasn’t normal anymore.  I started to hear her gurgling and her lips started turning blue.  I laid her forward to get as much saliva out of her mouth and tried so hard to just get her to snap out of it.  I saw her fist clench and her arms stiffen up.

During all this, Hubby was on the phone with the 911 responder.  They told us to lie her down flat, tilt her head slightly up and keep her airways clear.

As quickly as it happened, it quickly ended.  She was moaning and looked confused, but her body was relaxed.

The paramedics took us the the Emergency Room where they treated her high fever and kept us there until she was ok.

I thought that her fall from last month was scary.   That was NOTHING compared to that seizure.

When the paramedics took her temperature, it was 103.9.  That’s HIGH!  Her poor body couldn’t regulated the temperature and allowed the fever to just go up at such an alarming rate.

Febrile seizures run in my side of the family.  I had one when I was about M’s age and my mother said she had one too.  I knew there was a chance of her getting one, I just hoped that I would have been able to prevent one by keeping her temperature down, but I guess it was bound to happen.

Thankfully, she’s all better, and febrile seizures usually cause no lasting damages, nor do the cause any other type of seizures.

I hope that I can prevent any further febrile seizures from happening.  It was too scary to have to try to deal with again!

Wednesday
M woke up with pretty high fever.  Before I went to work, I gave her some fever reducer and made sure the fever went down.  She went to Grandma’s house with a low grade fever pretty much the whole day.  Right before Hubby picked her up, her fever spiked up and she was on fever reducer for the rest of the night and into the next day.

Thursday
Hubby decided to stay home and I decided to leave work early.  She was having high fevers throughout the night.  Fever reducer was barely working and her fevers would get up to 103.  She ended up having a Febrile Seizure.  That was the scariest moment of my life, and I will talk about it more on tomorrow’s blog post.  At the point of her seizure, the paramedics recorded her temperature at 103.9.   They were able go get her temperature down in the ER and taught us how to alternate between acetominophen and ibuprofen to keep her fevers down.

Friday
Fevers were still high.  Alternating between the tylenol (acetominophen) and the motrin (ibuprofen) helped keep her temperature down.  But the fevers were still constant.

Saturday
Suddenly little rashes started forming on her torso and neck.  Her fevers were still around, just not as high as the previous days.  I though for sure she was getting better.

Sunday
The rashes were more prominent, but her fevers came back.  She felt very down and all she wanted to do was sleep.  However, by that night, she had her last fever at 100.5.  I gave her a final dose of Tylenol right before she went to sleep and prayed that it was all over.

Monday
I decided to take her to the doctor for the third time since this all started.  The doctor was pretty sure it was roseola, and said the fevers should stop.  If not, then we would have to consider get blood tests because the fevers should be stopping once those rashes appeared.  Thank God, her fevers had stopped completely.

Tuesday
I decided to take one last day off to make sure the fevers were completely gone.  She has been back to her old antics again and I couldn’t be more grateful.  The rashes are subsiding, but can still be seen.  They aren’t itchy and she isn’t uncomfortable.

This is why I haven’t been writing here.  I’ve been in full mommy nurse mode.  All the while, my birthday came and went.

I’ve got a lot of blog catching up to do..

Since we’ve returned from our vacation, we noticed that our diaper bag has gotten a lot lighter. 

Gone are the multiple changes of clothes.  Gone are the big stacks of diapers.  Gone are all the other little parenting odds and ends that parents with infants bring with them.

So, Hubby and I decided to get rid of the diaper bag and just go with a big bag.

I have a big bag.  Years ago, during my young and single days, I purchased a pink Burberry purse for about $700.  (Ahhh.. the good old days..)

That bag is the perfect size to hold 4 diapers, a pack of wipes, an extra pair of leggings, and my wetbag.  My phone and wallet fit perfectly into it as well.

So, the purse that I had deemed my most prized possession for a good part of my early-mid twenties has now been “mommified.”  It’s turned into my diaper bag.  A definite sign of how much my life has changed.

We aren’t retiring our diaper bag for good.  We plan on still using it for the long, all day excursions. 

I’m actually really glad we’ve decided to downsize.  It’s almost liberating!

 

M is ruining my credibility.

These past few weeks, the blog has been about the various temper tantrums that we’ve been experiencing with our new little “terrible two.”

Those are true stories. 

My parents surprised us with a visit this past weekend, and did M have a tantrum?

Absolutely not.  Not one.  Not even a small whine or whimper!

And of course, the minute they leave, it’s on the floor and crying because I didn’t crawl into the bathroom with her for her nightly bath.  It’s on the floor and crying because I turned the lights off too soon for her liking.  It’s on the floor and crying because she asked for milk and my walking into the kitchen to get it for her just took a little too long for her liking..

I guess it’s a good thing that she’s on her best behavior in front of other people.  But after all the stories I’d been sharing with my mother, she kind of wanted to see some of it in action. 

Maybe I should just have them over all the time.  Maybe that cures “terrible twos.”

Has this ever happened to you?!

M has been really good about holding her potty needs in until she gets to a restroom.

When we are at home.

She also tries when we are in public.

But she’s somehow become afraid of public restrooms.

The flushing toilets, the automatic paper towel dispensers and the automatic air dryers are the three main things that send her into a crying fit when trying to use the public restroom.

She does really well in a public restroom when there aren’t other ladies around flushing, and washing their hands..

I know it will take time to get over it.

How did you get your child over the restroom fears without traumatizing her?!

I’ve been dealing with these toddler temper tantrums for almost two weeks now.

There have been good days.  There have been bad days.

One thing I’ve learned about myself is that I’m actually a lot more patient than I realized I am.

Ok.. so it’s only been two weeks.  AND I know I haven’t seen the worst of it yet. 

But considering what I thought of myself prior to this phase, I’ve been doing well. 

I’ve always considered myself pretty impatient.  In most cases, I still am.

But when it comes to M and her tantrums, I seem to find a sort of calm in trying to deal with it.  I think it’s because I know that if I come into the situation with my temper flared up, it’s only going to make the situation worse.  I also know that at this point in the temper tantrum game, her tantrums don’t last very long and she is easily distracted from them. 

So at this point, I think I have it somewhat under control.

However.. like all things “toddler-related,” this will eventually change. 

I’ll return to this subject in about a month and we’ll see how well I’ve kept my cool.


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