Cleared to Play

Day 304:

Another eventful day today, Conor.  It would start after a very sleepless night in that you were up the better part of the night and morning with a lot of coughing and wheezing, and so you Mom and me would find ourselves up with you through the night with nebulizer treatments and just generally trying to keep you nice and easy so that you'd sleep.  I think for me my nerves just got the better of me because all I could do was worry about how you'd make out at your pediatric appointment this morning...  Which brings me to part two of this entry.

After I survived the night, or rather the wee hours of the morning, sleeping in the spare bedroom for a couple of hours just simply for the quiet of it, we had an appointment at the pediatrician at 9:00am so that your doctors could get a feel for how you're heeling up and getting past this thing.  And the prognosis was good!   Confident we'd done all we could to get you back to your old self and feeling as though there would be far less to worry about, we decided to take a walk dow to the Caribou Coffee for a cup of joe and a breakfast sandwich.  Well, while there we'd also decided it would be a good time for you to start solid foods again, and you were HUNGRY to say the least!  We kept the portion to a minimum so as not to swell your belly and then made the decision to chase it with a bottle... Well, it ALL came right back up... And right there in the coffee shop, too.

Needless to say the situation got tense and I made the decision, per the recommendation of your Mom, that we just walk right back to the pediatrician to get more information...  Your doctor remained unworried considering the event and so off we went.  Soon after, Mommy went out to run errands and so it would be me and you for the afternoon and what was on deck, was a nap for BOTH of us.  Though following your nap you managed to hold down two meals, two bottles, some more nebulizer treatments, and a big ole' Conor smile...

Glad in the fact that you were much more yourself we trekked to Falls Church to your Aunt Jen and Uncle Paul's for yet another Saturday night with the cutest baby boys this side of the Mississippi.  Nate and Drew were so happy to see you, Conor, and so the three of you boys sat on the floor and played and played while us old people stood around discussing football and politics.  It was an easy breezy night and one that both your Mommy and I needed in order to escape what can only be described as the most stressful week of my existence, let alone yours.  And while I can't speak for her, I'm sure your mother would concur.

Home now and resting comfortably, it's time to turn the lights out on this chapter of your baby-dom, Conor.  And hopefully we'll not be revisiting another week like this one any time to soon.  Though to be sure if we do, we'll be far more prepared.

I love you, Son.
-Dad