"As for me, I'll take one baby marinated in a dish please"

Our ER adventure....

Ellyette might look just like me when I was a baby, but everything else about her is just like Ben. She proved that today when I told her that we were going to take our first visit to the local library.

While we were getting ready to go, she decides to throw up all over both of us. But it didn’t stop there. She continued to throw up again and again. When I called her pediatrician, the receptionist told me to skip going to the office and go straight to the emergency room.

It is safe to say that today falls under the category of “things I don’t want to do again – ever.”

I probably wouldn’t have freaked out so badly had the pediatrician said, “bring her in, she probably has a stomach bug. We will take a look at it.” But what she said was, “If she really has thrown up over four times in the last hour, go straight to the emergency room.”

So of course I think the worst. And off to the ER we went.

The drive there was terrible. To spare the dirty details, let me just say that she got sick two more times on the way, with me pulling over once at the nearest freeway exit to make sure she was still breathing…. Pretty terrible for a mom already thinking the worst.

Ben met us at the car when we arrived and had already started the check-in process (for those of you who have read my earlier posts about this hospital, I didn’t valet,in fact, I don’t know if the ER even had valet), a testament to how panicked I was.

Anyway, the staff was great and they got us right in. Three hours and a Zofran later this is what we had.

This little girl was even waving at the passerby’s after the Zofran kicked in.

Fortunately, the vomiting stopped and E started acting like her usual self. Pretty incredible considering just a few hours before I was trying to make sure she was still breathing.

So thank you to the staff at Scottsdale Shea hospital for the great help, the $50 Zolfran, the $40 sippy cup with the $20 ounce of Pedialyte, and Ellyette’s newfound love for Dora the Explorer. My child is feeling better and that is priceless.

We haven't gotten the bill yet, but I'm guessing this monkey cost us a small fortune.

And next time I try to take her to the library? I won’t tell her beforehand.


I can't even remember my own name

I just realized that I haven’t posted anything in over a month. I thought about making posts on several different occasions as there were some big events that took place in February. My seven-year anniversary (spent at the Phoenix Zoo),Valentines Day (spent with both my parents and in-laws), and Super Bowl (which seems so long ago, I don’t even remember what we did).

Yes, I should have posted on many a topic, after all, Ellyette is now a superstar crawler, stander, and food connoisseur. The truth however, is that she has spent the last month refusing sleep; and in turn, my brain has turned into a worthless blob incapable of even the simplest thought. Well, maybe I can still muster simple thoughts like, “why won’t she sleep?” “Wow, I’ve aged 10 years in the last 9 months.” “The bags under my eyes are taking over my whole face.” “How can she possibly still be functioning when I’m barley hanging in there.” - Thoughts like that.

Don’t get me wrong here, E has never been a good sleeper. I’m up a couple times on a normal night. But she has taken it to a new level. Nap refusal paired with up every two hours for an hour equals a no sleep psyche ward filled with no sleep.

After a bunch of Internet research, I found that what she is going through has a name (besides ‘This is so horrible, I think I’m going crazy.” It is called a nine-month regression. Apparently, when babies learn to crawl, stand and walk, they get so excited they can’t sleep. For like months.

It’s a double whammy. When she is awake, we now worry about her pulling down lamps, sticking her finger in electrical outlets, and choking on dog food. And when she is asleep…Oh ya, she doesn’t sleep so we are constantly worried about her pulling down lamps, sticking her finger in electrical outlets, and choking on dog food. She is just now extra crabby when we tell her electrical outlets are for coffee pots and cell phone chargers, not tiny little fingers.

I hope for my own, and everybody who comes into contact with me’s sake, that this ends soon. But for the next few weeks – please pray for my sanity, and my marriage.

Well said