So my best friend's wedding was on Friday. The rehearsal and rehearsal dinner was the night before. Spouses and children were invited for the rehearsal. I had told my husband about it weeks ago and asked if he wanted to go. I know he doesn't usually like to go to things like that so I gave him every opportunity to say no. I must have asked him a dozen times. Each time he say he would go. Thursday morning he tells me he isn't going. I told him he had to go now because I included him in the count. I told him that they have to pay for the number of people they told the banquet hall would be attending and it was rude for him to not go. He said it was a buffet and he was sure there wouldn't be any food going to waste. I really couldn't believe that he wasn't understanding. It isn't the food, it is the fact that they have to pay for the people, even if they don't go because that is what the place would charge. He thought I was wasn't really mad but I was furious. He kept saying, "I know you aren't really mad". He must have realized it pretty quickly though because after he worked 1/2 day, he called and said he would go. Either that or he was hungry and knew I wouldn't be making anything that night. So we went, the three of us. The rehearsal was your normal rehearsal, nothing spectacular. But the dinner was excellent. The food was great. The company was even better. I had a great time and thought that if the rehearsal was any indication of how the wedding would be, then we were going to havea really good time the next day. Even my son seemed to enjoy himself, being passed along to everyone and getting a ton of attention.
The next day was the wedding. The girls would be getting ready at a hotel suite and I was supposed to be there at 10am. My husband didn't get out of work early and I ended up getting there at Noon. I was so panicked about being able to get ready in time that I threw some curlers in my hair while I was still home, even though my friend had hired to people to do hair at the hotel. It looked ridiculous. But I got there in plenty of time to get my hair done. Crisis averted. The limo wasn't picking us up until 4pm so I was a ball of nerves. My friend seemed calm and collected but my foot would not stop shaking. Maybe it was because I was nervous for the event but probably because our dresses were not there yet and there was a bridesmaid who was misssing in action. There is a whole drama about the dresses. She picked them out almost 2 years ago and they were ordered. Her colors were black and red. Her sister had an all black dress, I had an all red dress and the rest of the wedding party had dresses that were either black on top and red on the bottom or vice versa. When my dress came in months ago, it wasn't the right color. It was red but not the right red. So unbenounced to me, my friend ordered the same style as the other girls but in all red. It finally came in about 4 weeks before the wedding. I went in to try it on, nervous because when I was measured initally I was 3 months pregnant. So I had no idea if the thing would fit. It fit like a glove. But I am tiny so it was about 5 feet too long. All she needed to do was hem it. She wasn't done with any of the dresses the week before the wedding and promised that she would deliver them to the hotel at 1pm. Well, at 2pm I started to panick but I didn't want the bride to get upset, so I just kept it to myself. They finally showed up close to 4pm, just before the limo got there. And they looked perfect. The pictures were fabulous, the ceremony was beautiful and the reception was so much fun. It was the best wedding I had ever been too.
My son was there with my husband and parents. He seemed to enjoy himself too. There was a tiny little girl in a pink dress there too and they seemed to hit it off. They took turns shrieking in each others faces. It was adorable. But the he started to get sleepy so my parents took him home. He didn't even get to stay for the music. I was dying to see if he would dance but it was not meant to be. My parents took him home with them and it was his first night away from home. When we got home, the house seemed strangely empty and I missed him. I didn't even sleep in. I was up by 6:15am which is about the time he usually gets me up. I went to my parents house and they fed us breakfast. He did great overnight. My husband thinks that is invitation to have him stay there all the time. But I disagree. We shall see. Overall, baby's first wedding was an overwhelming success.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Baby's first wedding...
So my best friend is getting married on Friday. We have been planning this wedding for almost 2 years and I can't believe it is finally here. I think I am more nervous than she is, maybe because I have to give a speech. I hate public speaking, especially into a microphone. And I am not a super emotional person - I don't cry at movies or weddings. I have a feeling that I will cry while I am talking because of the nerves and maybe I will be emotional. I find that I am more emotional now that I have had a baby than I was before. I wrote out the speech and just reading it is fine but when I rehearse it in my head, I get the throat burn and teary eyes.
We had initially thought my husband's parents would watch the baby but then we decided that he would come with us. I don't necessarily want a baby at a wedding but my parents will be there so they can help watch him. Plus he is practically her nephew so I would think that she would want him there.
A couple of weeks ago we were trying to get the rest of the responses by phone for those people that didn't send back their response cards. One of her cousins said that he was bringing his 3 children. She was upset about it and made comments about it being and adult reception and she couldn't believe they would bring their kids uninvited. I was nervous to ask about bringing baby.
Then yesterday she said that I should just bring him. I hadn't said anything but she just brought it up. Now I feel much better and I have to go get him a suit. He is going to look so adorable. I am excited about his first wedding, especially because he likes to dance. I am concerned with how loud the music will be but my parents offered to take him home with them and he can stay the night at their house. It will also be his first night sleeping away from home. I have been putting that off for almost a year now so I should be ok by now. I was just hoping he would be sleeping through the night so my parents won't refuse overnight visits in the future. Hopefully everything will be fine.
We had initially thought my husband's parents would watch the baby but then we decided that he would come with us. I don't necessarily want a baby at a wedding but my parents will be there so they can help watch him. Plus he is practically her nephew so I would think that she would want him there.
A couple of weeks ago we were trying to get the rest of the responses by phone for those people that didn't send back their response cards. One of her cousins said that he was bringing his 3 children. She was upset about it and made comments about it being and adult reception and she couldn't believe they would bring their kids uninvited. I was nervous to ask about bringing baby.
Then yesterday she said that I should just bring him. I hadn't said anything but she just brought it up. Now I feel much better and I have to go get him a suit. He is going to look so adorable. I am excited about his first wedding, especially because he likes to dance. I am concerned with how loud the music will be but my parents offered to take him home with them and he can stay the night at their house. It will also be his first night sleeping away from home. I have been putting that off for almost a year now so I should be ok by now. I was just hoping he would be sleeping through the night so my parents won't refuse overnight visits in the future. Hopefully everything will be fine.
Monday, September 22, 2008
What is he thinking...
Do you ever wonder what could possibly be going through your child's mind? I marvel every day at my son. I can just see the neurons firing off and connections being made in his brain. First it started when he was able to put food in his mouth on his own. I bought Gerber Puffs when he was about 9 months old. He was pretty quick to learn how to pick them up and bring them to his mouth. Most babies that I know also put everything else in their mouths when they learn this skill. I am surprised that my son doesn't. He rarely puts things in his mouth, even when he is teething. I think I saw him pick up a stray piece of paper from the floor and put it in his mouth once. I rushed to him yelling NO NO NO NO. But I was too late and had to pry his mouth open to get it out. Since that time I haven't seen him even try to eat anything unless it is really food. I guess I have seen him try to eat dog food but I catch him in the act. So how does he know what is food and what isn't without putting it in his mouth? I wonder what he is thinking.
I am also amazed at his verbal skills. His babbling has definitely evolved. He now carries on conversations in some language that he understands. I answer back to him pretending I know what he is saying. Yesterday we went to my parents house to visit and watch football. He just talked non-stop to anyone who would listen, including his toys. He LOVES the phone and goes crazy whenever it rings. When I am home and try to get him to listen to the person at the other end of the line, he is more interested in grabbing the phone and playing with it. Yesterday while we were there, my father called his mother - my son's great-grandmother. She lives all the way across the country and has never seen my son in person. My father held the phone to my son's ear and he listened intently, never even tried to grab the phone. He would say words (i.e. deedee dada, bubba, etc). It was as if was mesmerized by her voice. Then I realized she was probably speaking Spanish to him (her and my father's first language). He was probably listening to a language he has never heard before and was fascinated. I wonder what he was thinking.
And most amazing of all is his ability to try to resolve something. The other day I was watching him and he was playing with a toy. I don't know what toy it was but it was like a long, skinny tube. My end tables in my living room have vertical wooden slats, about an inch apart. He put the toy through one of the opening and it rested there in the bottom shelf of the table. So he could see if through the opening but it didn't fall all the way to the ground. For the next 15 minutes he tried to get that toy. He was very patient, never getting frustrated. He tried to get his little fingers through, he tried to get his whole hand through. He looked at it at different angles. Then I saw him tear his gaze away from the toy and look all around him as if he thought it might have gotten out on its own. Then he saw another toy, skinny enough to fit through the opening. He got that toy and was using it as a tool to get the other one out. I couldn't believe that he realized that using another object could help him get something out of its hiding place. It didn't work but I was proud of his effort. I wonder what he was thinking.
I am also amazed at his verbal skills. His babbling has definitely evolved. He now carries on conversations in some language that he understands. I answer back to him pretending I know what he is saying. Yesterday we went to my parents house to visit and watch football. He just talked non-stop to anyone who would listen, including his toys. He LOVES the phone and goes crazy whenever it rings. When I am home and try to get him to listen to the person at the other end of the line, he is more interested in grabbing the phone and playing with it. Yesterday while we were there, my father called his mother - my son's great-grandmother. She lives all the way across the country and has never seen my son in person. My father held the phone to my son's ear and he listened intently, never even tried to grab the phone. He would say words (i.e. deedee dada, bubba, etc). It was as if was mesmerized by her voice. Then I realized she was probably speaking Spanish to him (her and my father's first language). He was probably listening to a language he has never heard before and was fascinated. I wonder what he was thinking.
And most amazing of all is his ability to try to resolve something. The other day I was watching him and he was playing with a toy. I don't know what toy it was but it was like a long, skinny tube. My end tables in my living room have vertical wooden slats, about an inch apart. He put the toy through one of the opening and it rested there in the bottom shelf of the table. So he could see if through the opening but it didn't fall all the way to the ground. For the next 15 minutes he tried to get that toy. He was very patient, never getting frustrated. He tried to get his little fingers through, he tried to get his whole hand through. He looked at it at different angles. Then I saw him tear his gaze away from the toy and look all around him as if he thought it might have gotten out on its own. Then he saw another toy, skinny enough to fit through the opening. He got that toy and was using it as a tool to get the other one out. I couldn't believe that he realized that using another object could help him get something out of its hiding place. It didn't work but I was proud of his effort. I wonder what he was thinking.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Why buy toys when you have a cardboard box...
My son is tiny so we didn't have to switch from the infant car seat basket for quite a while. We have a larger car seat that is convertible from infant to who knows how old. It has been in its box sitting in my coat closet since my shower. We broke it out a couple of weeks ago and had a nice big box left over. My husband wanted to cut it up and put it out with the recycling bin but I insisted that we keep it. I wanted to make a little fort out of it for my son.
The other day I got home from work and there was the fort in the middle of my living room. My husband had cut out windows and poked a bunch of holes in the top. With string he hung toys on the inside. If you picture the box on its side, the actual top of the box is the entrance and the ceiling is one of the sides. He LOVED it. I am sure I could have left him alone to run to the store and he would have still be playing in when I got back. He loved the toys hanging down. He loved to drop things out of the window. He loved to crawl into it and back out, over and over again. I didn't really leave him to go to the store but I did pick up my book and was able to read it while keeping an eye on him out of the corner of my eye.
I thought the fort was the best thing in the world. But I was wrong, there was something better. Last night I came home and my living room had a whole tunnel system leading to the fort. Using the couch and ottoman as barriers, my husband draped blankets and the room became a maze. He told me to crawl through it. I crawled down one end and had to make a left turn. When I turned, I could see the fort was all lit up. He had taken the music/light box that came with our pack-n-play and rigged it through the window. I wish that I had something like that when I was little. I had cardboard houses but nothing like this. My son followed me in and we played until I became clausterphobic.
I couldn't believe my husband was so creative. He said they worked on it and played in it for most of the day. I had to tear it down when the baby went to bed because there was no where to sit. But it is easy enough to put back together again so I didn't feel too bad.
The other day I got home from work and there was the fort in the middle of my living room. My husband had cut out windows and poked a bunch of holes in the top. With string he hung toys on the inside. If you picture the box on its side, the actual top of the box is the entrance and the ceiling is one of the sides. He LOVED it. I am sure I could have left him alone to run to the store and he would have still be playing in when I got back. He loved the toys hanging down. He loved to drop things out of the window. He loved to crawl into it and back out, over and over again. I didn't really leave him to go to the store but I did pick up my book and was able to read it while keeping an eye on him out of the corner of my eye.
I thought the fort was the best thing in the world. But I was wrong, there was something better. Last night I came home and my living room had a whole tunnel system leading to the fort. Using the couch and ottoman as barriers, my husband draped blankets and the room became a maze. He told me to crawl through it. I crawled down one end and had to make a left turn. When I turned, I could see the fort was all lit up. He had taken the music/light box that came with our pack-n-play and rigged it through the window. I wish that I had something like that when I was little. I had cardboard houses but nothing like this. My son followed me in and we played until I became clausterphobic.
I couldn't believe my husband was so creative. He said they worked on it and played in it for most of the day. I had to tear it down when the baby went to bed because there was no where to sit. But it is easy enough to put back together again so I didn't feel too bad.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Morning routine...
Every morning I get my son up, change him and attempt to give him a bottle. He never eats more than 2 ounces first thing in the morning. I know he will not eat but I give it to him anyway because I am worried that if I wait until later, one morning he will be really hungry and I will be depriving him of food. So I give him a couple of ounces and then try again in another hour or so.
If he gets up early, we play. If he gets up later, I have to start getting ready right away so I drag him into the bathroom with me. He still has some sniffles so I figure the steam of the shower will be good for him anyway. In our living room, he likes to stand on our couch at the window and pull the curtain back so he can peek out. It is one of the cutest things (of many) that he does. Just because I wonder what he thinks as he grasps the fabric and pulls it back. It seems like such and adult thing to do and it makes me smile every time. Anyway, back to the bathroom. He has connected that action with the shower curtain. He will pull it back and look down at the water as it flows down the drain. In the past couple of weeks he has really been drawn to his little books. I read to him every night but he likes to open them and touch the pages by himself. He is pretty loud in the morning and likes to shriek at the top of his lungs. I brought one of his favorite books into the bathroom thinking he would be content to look at it for the 10 minutes I am in the shower. I also give him a lot of his bath toys to play with. He has started to pull the curtain back and drop his toys into the tub, one by one. I pick them up and rinse them off and throw them back out onto a towel that I lay on the floor. It is annoying to me but the best game in the world for him. Today he threw his board book into the shower. I hope it isn't ruined because he loves it so much. I think it might be though because I could tell that the thick pages were starting to separate. I guess bath toys should be the only toys in the bathroom from now on.
Then he continues to play around my feet while I put on my make-up. He plays in the bedroom as I iron my clothes and finish getting ready. I try not to give him up to his father until the last minute as I am walking out the door. I wonder when the time will come that he won't want his mommy to spend so much time with him. Hopefully not for another 12 or 13 years.
If he gets up early, we play. If he gets up later, I have to start getting ready right away so I drag him into the bathroom with me. He still has some sniffles so I figure the steam of the shower will be good for him anyway. In our living room, he likes to stand on our couch at the window and pull the curtain back so he can peek out. It is one of the cutest things (of many) that he does. Just because I wonder what he thinks as he grasps the fabric and pulls it back. It seems like such and adult thing to do and it makes me smile every time. Anyway, back to the bathroom. He has connected that action with the shower curtain. He will pull it back and look down at the water as it flows down the drain. In the past couple of weeks he has really been drawn to his little books. I read to him every night but he likes to open them and touch the pages by himself. He is pretty loud in the morning and likes to shriek at the top of his lungs. I brought one of his favorite books into the bathroom thinking he would be content to look at it for the 10 minutes I am in the shower. I also give him a lot of his bath toys to play with. He has started to pull the curtain back and drop his toys into the tub, one by one. I pick them up and rinse them off and throw them back out onto a towel that I lay on the floor. It is annoying to me but the best game in the world for him. Today he threw his board book into the shower. I hope it isn't ruined because he loves it so much. I think it might be though because I could tell that the thick pages were starting to separate. I guess bath toys should be the only toys in the bathroom from now on.
Then he continues to play around my feet while I put on my make-up. He plays in the bedroom as I iron my clothes and finish getting ready. I try not to give him up to his father until the last minute as I am walking out the door. I wonder when the time will come that he won't want his mommy to spend so much time with him. Hopefully not for another 12 or 13 years.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
I think he has rhythm...
From pretty early on my son liked music. If he heard anything with a beat, he would move his little head. As he got older and was able to sit on his own, he would bop his head along with music. When I first noticed this, I would clap my hands to the music and he would get a silly smile across his face.
Then when he was able to stand up, he would bend his knees and bounce to the music. It seems that he likes the hip-hop and R&B most, probably because of the beat. I have tried other types of music and he won't dance to it. We have several music stations on our cable tv and if I turn one on, he will immediately stop what he is doing and start dancing. It is the funniest and sweetest thing I have ever seen. He will crawl over to some furniture, usually the couch, stand up and start bouncing. He started taking one hand and waving it along with the beat too.+
So far, in the 10-1/2 months that I have known this person that is part me and part my husband, I have learned that he loves electronics, loves music and seems to also love sports. He can throw a ball pretty far in a straight line. I don't know if this is typical of every baby but I am going to try to encourage these interests. All of these traits seem to come from his father. Hopefully he will also inherit my love of books and develop good study habits.
Then when he was able to stand up, he would bend his knees and bounce to the music. It seems that he likes the hip-hop and R&B most, probably because of the beat. I have tried other types of music and he won't dance to it. We have several music stations on our cable tv and if I turn one on, he will immediately stop what he is doing and start dancing. It is the funniest and sweetest thing I have ever seen. He will crawl over to some furniture, usually the couch, stand up and start bouncing. He started taking one hand and waving it along with the beat too.+
So far, in the 10-1/2 months that I have known this person that is part me and part my husband, I have learned that he loves electronics, loves music and seems to also love sports. He can throw a ball pretty far in a straight line. I don't know if this is typical of every baby but I am going to try to encourage these interests. All of these traits seem to come from his father. Hopefully he will also inherit my love of books and develop good study habits.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Almost a year...
I cannot believe that it has been almost a year since my son was born. Yesterday he was standing at the front glass door watching the traffic go by. He was shrieking with delight as a boy and his dog walked past the house. The weather was cool and the leaves are starting to fall off the trees. Several leaves flew by in the wind and it looks and feels like Fall.
I was standing behind my little man and was just in awe at the fact that last year at this time he was not even born. I didn't even really know him yet. I knew that he liked to move around at night and that he was filling up my insides leaving me no room to breathe. But I didn't know that his smile would melt my every time. I didn't know that I would feel helpless when he was sick and wish that I could take away the pain and discomfort. I didn't know that he would be so darn cute.
I was also struck by the thought that I couldn't believe I had brought this innocent little person into a cruel hard world. I hate watching the news because nothing good seems to happen. How could I let him grow up in a world of terrorists, drugs, economic instability, violence, etc. All we can do is love our children and give them the tools to deal with the bad and hope that they can bring about the good.
Now my husband wants another baby. We want at least two children and want them to be pretty close in age. I do want another one too but I just feel like I would be robbing my son of love and attention that would go to a new baby. I know that it is different when you have another baby and that your heart expands so you can love both more than you can imagine. Sounds good in theory but it seems impossible. I guess we will just have to wait and see what happens.
I was standing behind my little man and was just in awe at the fact that last year at this time he was not even born. I didn't even really know him yet. I knew that he liked to move around at night and that he was filling up my insides leaving me no room to breathe. But I didn't know that his smile would melt my every time. I didn't know that I would feel helpless when he was sick and wish that I could take away the pain and discomfort. I didn't know that he would be so darn cute.
I was also struck by the thought that I couldn't believe I had brought this innocent little person into a cruel hard world. I hate watching the news because nothing good seems to happen. How could I let him grow up in a world of terrorists, drugs, economic instability, violence, etc. All we can do is love our children and give them the tools to deal with the bad and hope that they can bring about the good.
Now my husband wants another baby. We want at least two children and want them to be pretty close in age. I do want another one too but I just feel like I would be robbing my son of love and attention that would go to a new baby. I know that it is different when you have another baby and that your heart expands so you can love both more than you can imagine. Sounds good in theory but it seems impossible. I guess we will just have to wait and see what happens.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Sick again...
We have been really lucky. My son has only been sick once. On Friday night I noticed that he was sneezing. He sneezes at least twice a day so sneezing in itself doesn't worry me. But he did it a few times. He wasn't overly cranky and didn't seem to have any other symptoms of sickness.
We went to bed and he woke up several times in the middle of the night. We have been doing really great with our sleeping habits. He rarely gets up and if he does it is just for a minute or so and then back to bed. But he was crying so hard and seemed to be in such distress that I picked him up. I took him to the rocking chair and just held him until he calmed down. In the back of my mind I was hoping that I hadn't just ruined his sleeping through the night without being picked up. I was just so heartbroken by his sad cries. He eventually calmed down and drifted into a restless sleep. I held him for a long time, wanting him to feel secure. I hadn't connected this with the sneezing and the possibility that he was sick. I put him back in his crib and slept for a few hours. He woke up again around 3am and I was able to get him back to sleep without picking him up.
In the morning he seemed his bright cheerful self but he seemed to be burning up. I took his temperature right away and it was a little high - 99.7 degrees. I called the doctor but they told me that since it was under 100 that I should just give him a little baby tylenol and wait it out.
By now his nose was dripping. Every time he sneezed he had a river of boogies flowing down his nose. Even when he was sneezing, his nose was a faucet. I spent my Saturday wiping snots and sucking them out with his handy dandy boogie puller. I am sure he hated me by the time he went to bed.
The tylenol worked to bring down his fever. I took his temperature several times and it wasn't that high throughout the day. Around 8pm his little head seemed to be radiating heat. I took his temp and it was back up to 99.7. I gave him a little more medicine and gave him a nice cool bath. He loved that bath so I let him play in the water for a long time.
He hadn't been taking his bottle much so I was trying to get more liquid into him. He had a bunch of wet diapers so I wasn't concerned that he was dehydrated, I was just trying to prevent it. I had some pedialyte but he took one sip and refused to open his mouth after that. He took a little formula and then passed out. He didn't even wake up while I changed his diaper. I put him to bed and he didn't wake up until around 6am. I, on the other hand, couldn't sleep at all. I was worried about him and I kept listening for his little noises as he moved in his crib. He woke up cheerful as ever. His temp was back down to normal and he was sniffling but not flowing out of his nose. He napped for about an hour at around 8am. By the time the football game came on I knew he was sleepy. I took him up to my room where he was playing. He was rubbing his eyes so I laid down on the bed with him on my chest and he fell asleep right away. I gently moved him to the bed and cuddled him. I must have fallen asleep too because next thing I knew, it was 2 hours later. He was still fast asleep and I didn't want to move for fear of waking him up. So I stayed where I was, uncomfortable but I didn't care. He slept for another hour and when he woke up, I couldn't move my arm. As the feeling came back into my limbs, I realized that he wasn't sniffling at all. I took his temp and it was still normal.
Hopefully that was the end of it. The weather is starting to turn so I hope it doesn't bring on something else. I am just happy that this happened on the weekend so I could be home with him all day, making sure he was ok.
We went to bed and he woke up several times in the middle of the night. We have been doing really great with our sleeping habits. He rarely gets up and if he does it is just for a minute or so and then back to bed. But he was crying so hard and seemed to be in such distress that I picked him up. I took him to the rocking chair and just held him until he calmed down. In the back of my mind I was hoping that I hadn't just ruined his sleeping through the night without being picked up. I was just so heartbroken by his sad cries. He eventually calmed down and drifted into a restless sleep. I held him for a long time, wanting him to feel secure. I hadn't connected this with the sneezing and the possibility that he was sick. I put him back in his crib and slept for a few hours. He woke up again around 3am and I was able to get him back to sleep without picking him up.
In the morning he seemed his bright cheerful self but he seemed to be burning up. I took his temperature right away and it was a little high - 99.7 degrees. I called the doctor but they told me that since it was under 100 that I should just give him a little baby tylenol and wait it out.
By now his nose was dripping. Every time he sneezed he had a river of boogies flowing down his nose. Even when he was sneezing, his nose was a faucet. I spent my Saturday wiping snots and sucking them out with his handy dandy boogie puller. I am sure he hated me by the time he went to bed.
The tylenol worked to bring down his fever. I took his temperature several times and it wasn't that high throughout the day. Around 8pm his little head seemed to be radiating heat. I took his temp and it was back up to 99.7. I gave him a little more medicine and gave him a nice cool bath. He loved that bath so I let him play in the water for a long time.
He hadn't been taking his bottle much so I was trying to get more liquid into him. He had a bunch of wet diapers so I wasn't concerned that he was dehydrated, I was just trying to prevent it. I had some pedialyte but he took one sip and refused to open his mouth after that. He took a little formula and then passed out. He didn't even wake up while I changed his diaper. I put him to bed and he didn't wake up until around 6am. I, on the other hand, couldn't sleep at all. I was worried about him and I kept listening for his little noises as he moved in his crib. He woke up cheerful as ever. His temp was back down to normal and he was sniffling but not flowing out of his nose. He napped for about an hour at around 8am. By the time the football game came on I knew he was sleepy. I took him up to my room where he was playing. He was rubbing his eyes so I laid down on the bed with him on my chest and he fell asleep right away. I gently moved him to the bed and cuddled him. I must have fallen asleep too because next thing I knew, it was 2 hours later. He was still fast asleep and I didn't want to move for fear of waking him up. So I stayed where I was, uncomfortable but I didn't care. He slept for another hour and when he woke up, I couldn't move my arm. As the feeling came back into my limbs, I realized that he wasn't sniffling at all. I took his temp and it was still normal.
Hopefully that was the end of it. The weather is starting to turn so I hope it doesn't bring on something else. I am just happy that this happened on the weekend so I could be home with him all day, making sure he was ok.
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