I'm alive!

Wow. I think that is the longest I've gone without posting. It's been a totally crazy week. I was getting ready to sit down and load up a cute picture of Hulk for Wordless Wednesday, when I got a call from daycare - he had a fever of 101.6. I went to get him, and the poor little guy! He was so hot and sad! Since we were going away on Friday for the long weekend, I called the doc. And I'm glad I did - he has his first ear infection.

I worked from home on Weds, and then took a sick day to be with him on Thursday. This is the first time he's ever been really sick, and it was hard to see him so sad. I must admit, I did like the fact that he would only fall asleep on my chest - he hasn't done that since he was maybe 2 months old. By Thursday, he was feeling better, no fever - so we went out to buy some clothes. He is pretty much in 12 month size now - and we have nothing that size in hand-me-downs. I decided to skip 12 month all together, and just bought 18 months. The issue with 18 month size is that there are more tee shirts than onsies.... and he still needs the onsies. But we found what we needed.

Friday we went to Nantucket and my MIL watched Hulk while we went out to celebrate our 5th wedding anniversary. I went a little crazy and had oysters on the half shell and a glass of wine. I figured everything in moderation, right? And it was SO good. Then we went and watched the sunset on the beach and talked for a long while before we went home. Hulk slept almost the whole time we were gone.... but this was the beginning of the 'bottles are for chumps' phase of the week. My MIL kept saying he didn't want a bottle so she wasn't going to force him... but Hulk usually has 5 six ozs bottles a day, and this weekend, he maybe ate 16 ozs total the whole day. It was frustrating, and then with all the WONDERFUL advice from my MIL who was convinced he didn't like the taste of formula anymore (WTF!). He was still eating fine... so I was thinking in the back of my mind that we needed to stop the solids and force him to be hungry enough for the bottles... but I wasn't going to do that on the island. I just didn't need the 'help'. And Hulk was SO done being poked and prodded and woken up that he pretty much cried all day on Sunday. It was NO fun.

We got home Sunday night, and he pretty much refused a bottle of apple flavored pedilite (which he usually loves) so I knew it wasn't that he didn't like the taste. Monday morning, he sucked down a 6 oz bottle in 5 minutes.. I thought we were turning a corner. We stopped by a friends house who has 4 boys, and I told her the issue with the bottles... she said that we needed to stop the solids until he started drinking the bottles again. I knew this was what we needed to do, but I just needed to hear it from an experienced mom. And it worked! Yesterday he ate all his bottles. This morning I did give him some cereal - but not a bunch of fruit. I told daycare to only give him lunch if he was starving.

I'm guessing the combination of being sick and maybe being done with a growth spurt has decreased his appetite - so we just need to adjust how we feed him accordingly.

It was nice to have a bunch of days off of work, I must admit. I was pretty burned out. Yesterday, I took a nap from 10 - 12, and then another from 2 - 5, and went to bed at 9:30, and slept all night. Hulk was napping with me all those times too - so the both of us were just burned out. I'm really starting to show, so the weekend was filled with comments about 'OMG - twins!' which is funny but annoying after a while. Next week I have my first appointment with the doc - and I think I'll get an u/s too. The nurse mentioned that I could expect to get monthly u/s to check growth and heartbeats. I'm excited to see them again - I had a really bad dream last night that I lost them both. It sucked.

Ok - time to start my week...