Monday, June 1, 2009

This is my sad week

On Monday I said good-bye to my husband. He went off to his first day of school for his Masters degree. I know that by saying this I am going to sound spoiled, needy, etc., because he will only be gone two nights a week. But I am really going to miss him! These past few years in AZ we have been able to spend so much time together. Life has been all about our little family. Marty comes home from work, and the three (well, now four of us) of us have this beautiful quality time together. I was wondering what I was going to do with myself all day on Mondays and Wednesdays, so I decided I would make a huge list of projects I would accomplish while Marty was gone. Unfortunately, I haven't even been able to start on the list of projects. I guess this is what I will be doing instead:

I have a very sad little guy. He started out nice and quiet. Then he got a little fussy. That's fine, I thought. Some babies are just fussy, right? Then he started to cry ALL the time. Then lately he started to scream ALL the time, and I knew something was wrong. So I took him to the doctor on Monday and my poor, sweet baby has acid reflux. Yesterday we started him on his prescription (Zantac), and he will be on it at least until his four month check up, and then after that we will see how he is doing.

It's a horrible feeling to know that your child is in pain. And I am a huge wimp. HUGE. When I took Brynn to get her two-month shots I cried harder than she did. The nurse had to try to calm me down...that's probably one of my most embarrassing moments. Ever since then Marty has had to take her to get her shots. We've been extremely lucky that our kids have avoided any real serious illnesses or injuries. I'd like to cross my fingers and hope that they will never have to go through anything, but I know that's unrealistic. I dread that day that one of my kids comes home in tears because they were picked on, and I dread our first emergency room visit. But I guess for right now, I am just grateful for a doctor who was willing to listen and work with me to get to the bottom of all this crying. I guess Bryce's screaming that could be heard throughout the whole office the entire time we were there was enough to convince him that something was wrong. :)

So, cross your fingers (or pray!) that either this medicine will kick in, or that I will be able to endure holding a screaming baby for days on end by myself!

One last thing. Because I now feel bad for raining on Marty's parade...

Good luck in school, Marty!
I love you and I am so proud of you!