I was on a play date today with my friends and fellow Swedes. It was very nice as usual and I'm really happy to have them here. I've known them for a little over a year now and their kids are amazing and I love them and they love mine. There is something overwhelming to me about the feeling that comes over me when other people love my child. It's a mixture of pride, love and happiness and it just fills me so completely. I love my child so much and to see other people love him feels like confirmation that he's great and fantastic and amazing and it makes me happy to know that other people see it.
W is pretty mellow when he plays with other kids, he's not really the hitting or biting kind with other kids. He keeps that for me (oh joy). He's not the best at sharing but he does occasionally give toys to the other kids he plays with and he doesn't really mind other kids snatching toys out of his hands. He's also very vocal right now, picking up new words left, right and center. He also knows all the animal sounds like I think I've mentioned before here.
It's always good hanging out with other Swedes, we can bitch about how everything is better in Sweden and our kids actually get to hear real Swedish being spoken, not just what I say to him which is pretty limited to "in the mouth", "NOT in the mouth", "NO don't do that", "Very good, you're so smart" and "Let's change your diaper".
Now I'm going to stop avoiding my Wii fit and try to get in shape.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Back to my roots... sort of
Today i got to spend the day with lovely Julie. She had a big birthday this week so she took the week off work and me and W got to steal her for a day. We picked her up this morning and headed off towards IKEA. I love IKEA, IKEA is like home... sort of... it's Swedish and most of my furniture are from IKEA.
Anyway, more on my love for IKEA later (I've already said IKEA 6 times in this post).
As we're getting off the island of Montreal and on to the highway the car starts making this weird noise. My car makes weird noises all the time and it's mostly leaves stuck in the ventilation system so I wasn't too worried. But the noise was very weird though. It sounded a bit like a cat playing with a plastic bag in the back of the car. So we're driving along not paying too much attention to the noise when the car behind us pulls up next to us and starts gesticulating to us pointing down and telling us to slow down. So we slow down and I get a bit worried. I look for the nearest exit, which is no where near enough, and get off the highway. I stop as soon as I can and get out and run around the car but I can't see anything so I look under the car and lo and behold a big rusty piece of metal is hanging loose under the car dragging the ground on one side. Julie is out at this point too looking and she thinks it's my muffler that's on the floor but it's not it's something else. I don't know what though so I decide to do what I always do when the car breaks, I call my hubby. J is not answering though so I call my sister-in-law, she not answering either so I have to make my own decision.
Luckily right next to where we're standing there's a gas station and garage so we drive there and I go in and say "Something fell off my car underneath" They tell me to get in the garage and they raise the car up and we see that it's the cover for the gas tank that's loose. The mechanic tells me it's not serious and just takes it off completely, after struggling a bit with the rusty bolts, and sends us on our way. This little debacle only set me back 15 dollar so that makes it the cheapest car issue to date, though I'm sure we'll have to replace that piece at some point which should make it a lot more pricey.
So on to IKEA, did I mention I love IKEA? They have candy, and glögg, and pepparkakor and cheap good furniture. I can not go to IKEA and not spend money but I did show some restraint today and only got a few things. We'll be going back after Christmas when we're gonna get all the stuff we need to start making W's big boy room and a make over for the guest room/ cat room which will be transformed into a cosy play area. I'm very exited about these changes and I spent a lot of time online searching for ideas how to make a tiny and cramped room with no window into a great relaxing space.
Speaking of relaxing, I shall now go play some guitar hero.
Anyway, more on my love for IKEA later (I've already said IKEA 6 times in this post).
As we're getting off the island of Montreal and on to the highway the car starts making this weird noise. My car makes weird noises all the time and it's mostly leaves stuck in the ventilation system so I wasn't too worried. But the noise was very weird though. It sounded a bit like a cat playing with a plastic bag in the back of the car. So we're driving along not paying too much attention to the noise when the car behind us pulls up next to us and starts gesticulating to us pointing down and telling us to slow down. So we slow down and I get a bit worried. I look for the nearest exit, which is no where near enough, and get off the highway. I stop as soon as I can and get out and run around the car but I can't see anything so I look under the car and lo and behold a big rusty piece of metal is hanging loose under the car dragging the ground on one side. Julie is out at this point too looking and she thinks it's my muffler that's on the floor but it's not it's something else. I don't know what though so I decide to do what I always do when the car breaks, I call my hubby. J is not answering though so I call my sister-in-law, she not answering either so I have to make my own decision.
Luckily right next to where we're standing there's a gas station and garage so we drive there and I go in and say "Something fell off my car underneath" They tell me to get in the garage and they raise the car up and we see that it's the cover for the gas tank that's loose. The mechanic tells me it's not serious and just takes it off completely, after struggling a bit with the rusty bolts, and sends us on our way. This little debacle only set me back 15 dollar so that makes it the cheapest car issue to date, though I'm sure we'll have to replace that piece at some point which should make it a lot more pricey.
So on to IKEA, did I mention I love IKEA? They have candy, and glögg, and pepparkakor and cheap good furniture. I can not go to IKEA and not spend money but I did show some restraint today and only got a few things. We'll be going back after Christmas when we're gonna get all the stuff we need to start making W's big boy room and a make over for the guest room/ cat room which will be transformed into a cosy play area. I'm very exited about these changes and I spent a lot of time online searching for ideas how to make a tiny and cramped room with no window into a great relaxing space.
Speaking of relaxing, I shall now go play some guitar hero.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
look this way!
Today I just wanted to take the opportunity to promote my friend Adam Heldring who is just releasing his album this weekend coming. You should all check him out here
His music is great and he's a really sweet, cool and smart guy so you should all support him.
His music is great and he's a really sweet, cool and smart guy so you should all support him.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
family
Today was all about family. I packed up my little family in the car and away we drove to my extended family. We spent the afternoon with Grand-Papa, Matante Marilou, Uncle Stef and cousins Fadia, Lia and Noah. It was very nice.
We're a very international family with me being Swedish, hubby French-Canadian and Uncle Stef is from New Zeeland. We try to incorporate all the different traditions of holidays into our celebrations and it usually turn out really nice. All the kids are at least bilingual and in the case of Wilh, even trilingual.
It's nice spending time with family, the nieces and nephew are growing so much and it's so much fun spending time with them watching them grow into their own little people. See them interact with Wilh and watch him admire his cousins. He loves Lia, he was hugging her all day today and every girl he sees he calls Lia. It's one of his favorite words. He also started saying Daddy properly this week and he gets the word right too. He says daddy and points do daddy or when daddy leaves he holds his hands up palms facing up and says daddy meaning daddy gone. He's getting so much more verbal these days he actually uses language to communicate and he uses words along with gestures to make himself understood. It's great. I love that he one morning was a bit cold so he said "brrrr" while hugging his chest and shaking a bit so I would cuddle him under the blanket.
I've read a bit about multilingualism and we were a bit worried that his language skills would take longer to develop due to the many different languages he has to learn but so far so good. He understands Swedish very well, he understands French pretty well but his English comprehension is not as good. We read a lot of books in English though so I'm sure he'll pick up on it soon enough.
He's so amazing and fantastic and I feel so privileged to spend so much time with him, watching him learn.
We're a very international family with me being Swedish, hubby French-Canadian and Uncle Stef is from New Zeeland. We try to incorporate all the different traditions of holidays into our celebrations and it usually turn out really nice. All the kids are at least bilingual and in the case of Wilh, even trilingual.
It's nice spending time with family, the nieces and nephew are growing so much and it's so much fun spending time with them watching them grow into their own little people. See them interact with Wilh and watch him admire his cousins. He loves Lia, he was hugging her all day today and every girl he sees he calls Lia. It's one of his favorite words. He also started saying Daddy properly this week and he gets the word right too. He says daddy and points do daddy or when daddy leaves he holds his hands up palms facing up and says daddy meaning daddy gone. He's getting so much more verbal these days he actually uses language to communicate and he uses words along with gestures to make himself understood. It's great. I love that he one morning was a bit cold so he said "brrrr" while hugging his chest and shaking a bit so I would cuddle him under the blanket.
I've read a bit about multilingualism and we were a bit worried that his language skills would take longer to develop due to the many different languages he has to learn but so far so good. He understands Swedish very well, he understands French pretty well but his English comprehension is not as good. We read a lot of books in English though so I'm sure he'll pick up on it soon enough.
He's so amazing and fantastic and I feel so privileged to spend so much time with him, watching him learn.
Friday, November 21, 2008
4 years of marriage
4 years ago tomorrow... in a small ceremony, in the Little Church of the West in Las Vegas, we were married. We eloped to Las Vegas from London where we were living at the time, it was November and rainy and cold in London so we thought that the 4 days we were spending in Vegas (the only days I could get off work) would be nice and hot... we were wrong. The dessert was colder than it had been in 20 years or something the day we arrived and it was raining.
We arrived around midday after an 11 hour flight already tired. We had set the date for the wedding on the 22 of November and the 21st when we arrived was a Sunday. We checked in to our hotel (The Bellagio) and then decided to make our way to city hall to get our marriage license. We tried walking but it turned out that Las Vegas is much bigger than we thought and the cold and the rain and the jet lag was not helping so we got a cab. The cab driver was insane. He started asking us lots of questions and when we told him we were getting married he insisted on driving us to this nice chapel he knew, that would give us a good price, once we got our license. We declined his offer and insisted on paying for the cab before going inside so he wouldn't wait for us like he was insisting on doing. Inside as we were getting all the papers signed and talking to the clerk the driver actually comes inside to check on our progress. We were getting a bit freaked out by this guy so we told him to leave and once we got out we told him we were going to walk back to see Las Vegas. He looked at us in complete disbelief and I can understand since the rain was heavy and it was very cold outside. We started walking and as soon as we were out of sight we jumped in the first taxi we saw. Unfortunately this was not the only crazy taxi driver we encountered on our trip.
The second crazy taxi driver I didn't actually meet myself only my then future hubby had the pleasure of his company. We were getting married in the evening at 7.30 p.m. and I was getting dressed at the church so hubby wouldn't see me in my dress before the ceremony. I had already got my hair and make-up done so all I had to do was put on the dress. So we get to the church and I go to the changing room while hubby is sorting out the papers and paying for everything. I'm almost done when hubby knocks on the door and tells me he forgot the marriage license on the bed at the hotel where he put it so he wouldn't forget. So he's rushing back to the Bellagio to get it so we can get married. The 20 minutes he was gone were the longest ones in my life, I was sure he just took off and left me at the altar and I was freaking out. For hubby the story is a bit more exciting. He's running back towards the hotel and tries to flag down a taxi as he goes but there are no taxis to be found but he does find a limo and knocks on the window and offers to pay the guy twenty bucks if he'll drive him to the Bellagio. The driver agrees and drops him off. He rushes upstairs grabs the papers and rushes back down again. Outside the line up for the taxis is huge so he shouts to everyone. "I'M GETTING MARRIED IN 5 MINUTES I NEED TO GET IN THE NEXT TAXI PLEASE!" Everyone starts cheering and clapping and he gets to jump the cue and gets in the taxi. The taxi driver starts asking lots of questions like where he's from and stuff and my hubby is answering while repeatedly asking the driver to hurry up. The driver misunderstands my hubby when he says he lives in London but he's really from Canada, he thinks hubby is British so he starts quizzing him on British history and the royal family. Everytime hubby doesn't get an answer right he slows down to explain it to him. At the church he locks the doors and won't let hubby out until he finished explaining something about King Henry or something. When he's finally let out he goes back in to finish the paper work and then a couple of minutes later I get a knock on the door and the lady tells me to go up to the church.
I have a very vivid memory of that walk, which I did all by myself, it was so cold I could see my breath and my heels were very high and when I got in hubby was already at the front waiting for me with the priest. It was very intense and the commitment felt a lot more real and serious than I thought it would. My only regret from that day is that the photographer didn't get a full body photo of us.
...and yes the candles in the back are fake.
So here are a couple of photos of me and hubby.
The day we met May 25th 2003.
The first couple of months of being in love.
Our first anniversary on top of the Empire State Building in New York
Halloween 2006 I'm Marie Antoinette and I'm 7 weeks pregnant or so and hubby is King Louis.
Around our second anniversary and I'm pregnant.
With the newest member of the family when he was only 3 weeks old.
Third anniversary and Wilhelm's baptism in Sweden
On top of Mount Royal earlier this year.
The best thing to ever come out of this marriage.
biodome
Me and Wilhelm went to the Biodome today. The Biodome is a nature museum which has 4 different ecosystems with real animals roaming the different parts. There is the Tropical forest with the big parrots, the ibis birds and all the other kinds I can't remember and the cool fishes and bats and the cute tiny monkeys they have three kinds black & white, black and golden ones.
Laurentian Forrest with otters (they were both out and playing today and they were super cute), a beaver, porcupines and birds.
St Lawrence Marine has two different sections
- The huge aquarium with huge fish and swimming birds and a shark and stuff.
- The top of the aquarium with the birds and the starfish and the giant 8 kg lobster.
The Arctic with the puffin birds and other birds.
The Antarctic with the penguins.
I could spend all day looking at the penguins and the big aquarium and Wilh really used to like it but not today. He ran around like a mad person and refused to sit still and enjoy the animals. I think his favorite part today was the big green parrots in the tropic and the two cute otters in the Laurentians.
All in all a good outing though.
Tomorrow is mine and hubby's 4th wedding anniversary so I'll be posting some photos.
Are there any other places around that I should check out that I don't know about. I have a lot of time to do interesting things with Wilh these days.
Laurentian Forrest with otters (they were both out and playing today and they were super cute), a beaver, porcupines and birds.
St Lawrence Marine has two different sections
- The huge aquarium with huge fish and swimming birds and a shark and stuff.
- The top of the aquarium with the birds and the starfish and the giant 8 kg lobster.
The Arctic with the puffin birds and other birds.
The Antarctic with the penguins.
I could spend all day looking at the penguins and the big aquarium and Wilh really used to like it but not today. He ran around like a mad person and refused to sit still and enjoy the animals. I think his favorite part today was the big green parrots in the tropic and the two cute otters in the Laurentians.
All in all a good outing though.
Tomorrow is mine and hubby's 4th wedding anniversary so I'll be posting some photos.
Are there any other places around that I should check out that I don't know about. I have a lot of time to do interesting things with Wilh these days.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
holiday shopping
Since I'm not working right now and the prospects of job finding in my field for the hours I'm available are slim this holiday season might turn out a little less extravagant than previous years. In a way I think it's good. It will force us to find special, unique and tailored presents for everyone instead of going for quantity. So in the last couple of days I've been doing a bit of research on what would be the perfect gift for our nieces and nephew, 8,5 and 3 respectively.
Hubby found the perfect gift for the 3 year old boy and is pretty clear on what he wants to give the 8 year old since she's his favorite and Godchild. That leaves the 5 year old. I just read this post on Babble and unfortunately it sums her up quite well. Not by intention of course her parents do an awesome job at making sure she's got everything she wants and needs and she lacks nothing. The problem with her is more that she's so easy going and sweet and funny and great that she likes everything you give her and nothing stands out like a perfect gift. She's just happy to be the recipient of presents in a way. On her birthday a couple of months ago we went shopping for her gift the whole family together and she got this play cottage thing with lots of extras and she was just amazed that all those things were for her. Actually come to think of it he case is not very similar to the Babble article after all. She's just difficult to shop for.
For the oldest girl it's easy she's so mature and she knows what she likes, I'm planning on getting her to read the Famous Five series cause I think she'll like it: She enjoys reading and practicing her piano and playing her video games and snowboarding of course. The younger girl doesn't have any real hobbies yet and even though she likes snowboarding too she's more into pretend play and she has this fantastic mind that can just think up the most amazing scenarios. This is a fantastic thing to have since it rarely leaves her bored and she can play anywhere with ease but it's hard to buy something that will... help her with this or make it better or...
I don't know what we'll end up getting her but I think I'll throw at least one Dr. Seuss book in there that she can read by herself cause if there's anything that can trigger your imagination it's a Dr. Seuss book.
As for Wilhelm I just don't know, but I'm sure I'll find the perfect gift for my perfect little man.
Hubby found the perfect gift for the 3 year old boy and is pretty clear on what he wants to give the 8 year old since she's his favorite and Godchild. That leaves the 5 year old. I just read this post on Babble and unfortunately it sums her up quite well. Not by intention of course her parents do an awesome job at making sure she's got everything she wants and needs and she lacks nothing. The problem with her is more that she's so easy going and sweet and funny and great that she likes everything you give her and nothing stands out like a perfect gift. She's just happy to be the recipient of presents in a way. On her birthday a couple of months ago we went shopping for her gift the whole family together and she got this play cottage thing with lots of extras and she was just amazed that all those things were for her. Actually come to think of it he case is not very similar to the Babble article after all. She's just difficult to shop for.
For the oldest girl it's easy she's so mature and she knows what she likes, I'm planning on getting her to read the Famous Five series cause I think she'll like it: She enjoys reading and practicing her piano and playing her video games and snowboarding of course. The younger girl doesn't have any real hobbies yet and even though she likes snowboarding too she's more into pretend play and she has this fantastic mind that can just think up the most amazing scenarios. This is a fantastic thing to have since it rarely leaves her bored and she can play anywhere with ease but it's hard to buy something that will... help her with this or make it better or...
I don't know what we'll end up getting her but I think I'll throw at least one Dr. Seuss book in there that she can read by herself cause if there's anything that can trigger your imagination it's a Dr. Seuss book.
As for Wilhelm I just don't know, but I'm sure I'll find the perfect gift for my perfect little man.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
the leg warmer hug
There's this ad on TV that I've seen a couple of times. I can't remember what it's for or what I'm supposed to want to buy, so it's probably not a very effective ad. Anyway in the ad they show all these different hugs that different people will give you once they've opened their presents this holiday season. One of those hugs is the leg warmer where two kids hug their dad's legs while he tries to walk around. Today I was the recipient of a very extended and whiny leg warmer hug.
We had an appointment at the pediatrician this morning since Wilh was hospitalized last weekend. the appointment was at 11.45 so we had to leave home by 11ish to get there on time. I was planning on making Wilh nap between 9.30 and 11 so he would be nice and rested and pleasant at the doctors office, unfortunately Wilh is no longer a blob that just does what I want him to, he now has his own ideas. Today those ideas were, amongst others, to wake up at 5 a.m. and scream for 45 minutes and then go back to sleep until 8, refuse to nap in the morning, fall asleep in the car 5 minutes from the pediatricians office, refuse to nap in the afternoon, falling asleep in the stroller while I was running errands for 20 minutes, waking up cranky and refusing to be anywhere but in my arms.
I had a friend over that I haven't seen in a month and a half or so and we were baking lussekatter (don't know what it is, then look it up) I'll tell you that it's very hard baking with a baby in your arms and when said baby refuses to play with Julie then it's even harder and the few moments I needed both my hands and had to put him on the floor he wrapped his little arms around my leg and held on tight. I don't know what got into him, he usually likes Julie, he even played with her for a little bit alone before he fell asleep while I was out moving the car. Eventually he calmed down enough to play a bit with us while the dough was resting and then he helped shaping lussekatterna.
Well back to the health update. Wilh still has stuff in his lungs and was given more medicine and we have to take him back in 2 weeks.
Question: Wilhelm doesn't like milk, how do I get him to drink it? I've tried regular milk and soy milk and he just won't have any of it. Any tricks I should know about? Also when will he stop saying "no" to everything?
We had an appointment at the pediatrician this morning since Wilh was hospitalized last weekend. the appointment was at 11.45 so we had to leave home by 11ish to get there on time. I was planning on making Wilh nap between 9.30 and 11 so he would be nice and rested and pleasant at the doctors office, unfortunately Wilh is no longer a blob that just does what I want him to, he now has his own ideas. Today those ideas were, amongst others, to wake up at 5 a.m. and scream for 45 minutes and then go back to sleep until 8, refuse to nap in the morning, fall asleep in the car 5 minutes from the pediatricians office, refuse to nap in the afternoon, falling asleep in the stroller while I was running errands for 20 minutes, waking up cranky and refusing to be anywhere but in my arms.
I had a friend over that I haven't seen in a month and a half or so and we were baking lussekatter (don't know what it is, then look it up) I'll tell you that it's very hard baking with a baby in your arms and when said baby refuses to play with Julie then it's even harder and the few moments I needed both my hands and had to put him on the floor he wrapped his little arms around my leg and held on tight. I don't know what got into him, he usually likes Julie, he even played with her for a little bit alone before he fell asleep while I was out moving the car. Eventually he calmed down enough to play a bit with us while the dough was resting and then he helped shaping lussekatterna.
Well back to the health update. Wilh still has stuff in his lungs and was given more medicine and we have to take him back in 2 weeks.
Question: Wilhelm doesn't like milk, how do I get him to drink it? I've tried regular milk and soy milk and he just won't have any of it. Any tricks I should know about? Also when will he stop saying "no" to everything?
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
I love Dr. Seuss...
...and so does Wilhelm. We read Seuss books every day. Right now my favorite is "One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish" but it changes from week to week.
He likes "One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish" too and when we get to the page with "here are some who likes to run
they run for fun in the hot hot sun
oh me, oh my
oh me, oh my
what a lot of funny things go by"
He takes his pacifier out and says meomy meomy and laughs, it's great.
Speaking of the pacifier (or napp like we call it) we've been slowly weening him off it for the last couple of months and right now he only uses it for naps and nighttime. This has been rather easy so far, I ask him for the napp and he gives it to me and we put it on the shelf and wave bye bye every time he wakes up. But now since he's been sick things have been a bit different around here. He now asks for the napp during the day and has full on meltdowns when he can't have it.
Luckily his attachment to the napp is not as strong as the attachment to the blanket. He has a little giraffe blanket I bought for him when he was little and I realized that the big "Linus-blanket" I bought for him was not convenient to carry around everywhere. It used to have dotted velvet on the back but that is long gone now and even thinking of washing it is a no go. He will not go anywhere without it and if you try to put it down so he can eat or something he will cry cry cry until he gets it back. He doesn't have the blanket all the time but he doesn't like it being put away in a bag or in the bed or in the stroller, every time I try to pack it he will promptly unpack it again and if it doesn't come loose when he tugs on it he will cry until it's given to him. It's a real love affair he's got going with that blanket.
Wilhelm loves the blanket, the napp, Dr. Seuss, mamma, papa, mormor, grand-maman, grand-papan, matante and his cousins above all other things.
He likes "One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish" too and when we get to the page with "here are some who likes to run
they run for fun in the hot hot sun
oh me, oh my
oh me, oh my
what a lot of funny things go by"
He takes his pacifier out and says meomy meomy and laughs, it's great.
Speaking of the pacifier (or napp like we call it) we've been slowly weening him off it for the last couple of months and right now he only uses it for naps and nighttime. This has been rather easy so far, I ask him for the napp and he gives it to me and we put it on the shelf and wave bye bye every time he wakes up. But now since he's been sick things have been a bit different around here. He now asks for the napp during the day and has full on meltdowns when he can't have it.
Luckily his attachment to the napp is not as strong as the attachment to the blanket. He has a little giraffe blanket I bought for him when he was little and I realized that the big "Linus-blanket" I bought for him was not convenient to carry around everywhere. It used to have dotted velvet on the back but that is long gone now and even thinking of washing it is a no go. He will not go anywhere without it and if you try to put it down so he can eat or something he will cry cry cry until he gets it back. He doesn't have the blanket all the time but he doesn't like it being put away in a bag or in the bed or in the stroller, every time I try to pack it he will promptly unpack it again and if it doesn't come loose when he tugs on it he will cry until it's given to him. It's a real love affair he's got going with that blanket.
Wilhelm loves the blanket, the napp, Dr. Seuss, mamma, papa, mormor, grand-maman, grand-papan, matante and his cousins above all other things.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
a long and scary night
I know it's been a while since I wrote anything here. I'd like to say I've been busy but I don't know if that's really true. Anyways. I guess I haven't had anything important to say.
Yesterday my baby was diagnosed with pneumonia and got started on antibiotics. Later in the afternoon he started breathing super fast. Like he's just been out running laps and his fever went up to 39.4°c so I took him to St Justine children's hospital. There we got to go straight to the triage and then got moved instantly to observation. We spent 4 and a half hour in observation while Wilhelm was given 5 rounds of asthma inhaler treatment as well as cortisone. He also had to do more x-rays. Then the doctor sat with us for 10 minutes just watching Wilh breath, since his breathing was still very fast we got admitted to the respiratory bloc in the hospital and then the night from hell began.
We got to our room just before 10 p.m. Wilh usually goes to bed at 7 p.m. so he was already exhausted. I finally managed to speak to my hubby and told him to get his ass to the hospital asap cause the nurses were bugging me to go downstairs to do the admission and leave Wilh alone upstairs with an orderly. I was not going to leave my 16 month old, sick baby with some stranger for anything, he already have issues with me leaving him even if he's with his dad. I rocked Wilh to sleep and refused to put him down in the prison style crib provided just in case they'd force me to do the admission if he was sleeping. An hour later or so my hubby showed up and did the admission and got the update of what had happened up until that point. Then the first of what felt like a million interruptions of Wilh's sleep came.
We had a special nurse come every 2 hours to give Wilh his asthma inhaler.The asthma inhaler is a torture device in Wilh's eyes and he will do anything to get away from it. He was given 4 doses every 2 hours and it was horrible, he's scream and cry and kick and hit every time. I had a couple of the poor nurses be very surprised by how strong he is even with a high fever, breathing difficulties and after being rudely awoken.
About half an hour after the inhaler came the general well being and temperature check. Every 2 hours or so all night.
Then the resident showed up and she was very nice. She evaluated him and decided to put an IV on him and to give his antibiotics intravenous. She also told us that Wilh's symptoms were that of an asthma crises and that they would treat him for both pneumonia and asthma crises. Hubby got into a discussion on the topic of which causes which bronchilitus causing asthma or asthma causing bronchilitus...
After she left the team came to put the IV in and I have never felt so helpless in my entire life. They held him down and it took forever and his poor little hand was bleeding and they put this cardboard thing under his wrist and hand and taped his hand and wrist to his so he couldn't move it at all. Then they wrapped the whole thing in a towel which they also taped to his hand. It looked like he broke his hand and was wearing a cast. It was so sad to see him try to do things with just one hand. Poor lilla bus bus.
Me and hubby go no sleep, maybe 3 hours all together and Wilh didn't get much more, poor baby. He was so tired and feverish when the morning came. He didn't eat anything. Then there were more checks and treatments and then the head of paediatrics came by and did an evaluation of Wilh and told us he didn't think bus had pneumonia at all and that he would speak to the radiologist to get an expert opinion. The radiologist agreed with the paediatrician that Wilh did not in fact have pneumonia but rather a partially collapsed lung caused by a viral infection and an asthma crisis. Apparently this is good news. Wilh got taken off the antibiotics and got prescribed and anti inflammatory liquid for his airways and lungs and we got sent home.
We got back here at 3.30 p.m. 23 hours after we left for the hospital. Very tired. Wilh fell asleep at 6.30 and I think we'll follow him shortly.
Pictures from the hospital will follow later.
"Now it's time to go to sleep
so we will sleep with our pet zeep
Today was good today is gone
tomorrow is another one
Every day from here to there
funny things are everywhere"
-Dr. Seuss
Yesterday my baby was diagnosed with pneumonia and got started on antibiotics. Later in the afternoon he started breathing super fast. Like he's just been out running laps and his fever went up to 39.4°c so I took him to St Justine children's hospital. There we got to go straight to the triage and then got moved instantly to observation. We spent 4 and a half hour in observation while Wilhelm was given 5 rounds of asthma inhaler treatment as well as cortisone. He also had to do more x-rays. Then the doctor sat with us for 10 minutes just watching Wilh breath, since his breathing was still very fast we got admitted to the respiratory bloc in the hospital and then the night from hell began.
We got to our room just before 10 p.m. Wilh usually goes to bed at 7 p.m. so he was already exhausted. I finally managed to speak to my hubby and told him to get his ass to the hospital asap cause the nurses were bugging me to go downstairs to do the admission and leave Wilh alone upstairs with an orderly. I was not going to leave my 16 month old, sick baby with some stranger for anything, he already have issues with me leaving him even if he's with his dad. I rocked Wilh to sleep and refused to put him down in the prison style crib provided just in case they'd force me to do the admission if he was sleeping. An hour later or so my hubby showed up and did the admission and got the update of what had happened up until that point. Then the first of what felt like a million interruptions of Wilh's sleep came.
We had a special nurse come every 2 hours to give Wilh his asthma inhaler.The asthma inhaler is a torture device in Wilh's eyes and he will do anything to get away from it. He was given 4 doses every 2 hours and it was horrible, he's scream and cry and kick and hit every time. I had a couple of the poor nurses be very surprised by how strong he is even with a high fever, breathing difficulties and after being rudely awoken.
About half an hour after the inhaler came the general well being and temperature check. Every 2 hours or so all night.
Then the resident showed up and she was very nice. She evaluated him and decided to put an IV on him and to give his antibiotics intravenous. She also told us that Wilh's symptoms were that of an asthma crises and that they would treat him for both pneumonia and asthma crises. Hubby got into a discussion on the topic of which causes which bronchilitus causing asthma or asthma causing bronchilitus...
After she left the team came to put the IV in and I have never felt so helpless in my entire life. They held him down and it took forever and his poor little hand was bleeding and they put this cardboard thing under his wrist and hand and taped his hand and wrist to his so he couldn't move it at all. Then they wrapped the whole thing in a towel which they also taped to his hand. It looked like he broke his hand and was wearing a cast. It was so sad to see him try to do things with just one hand. Poor lilla bus bus.
Me and hubby go no sleep, maybe 3 hours all together and Wilh didn't get much more, poor baby. He was so tired and feverish when the morning came. He didn't eat anything. Then there were more checks and treatments and then the head of paediatrics came by and did an evaluation of Wilh and told us he didn't think bus had pneumonia at all and that he would speak to the radiologist to get an expert opinion. The radiologist agreed with the paediatrician that Wilh did not in fact have pneumonia but rather a partially collapsed lung caused by a viral infection and an asthma crisis. Apparently this is good news. Wilh got taken off the antibiotics and got prescribed and anti inflammatory liquid for his airways and lungs and we got sent home.
We got back here at 3.30 p.m. 23 hours after we left for the hospital. Very tired. Wilh fell asleep at 6.30 and I think we'll follow him shortly.
Pictures from the hospital will follow later.
"Now it's time to go to sleep
so we will sleep with our pet zeep
Today was good today is gone
tomorrow is another one
Every day from here to there
funny things are everywhere"
-Dr. Seuss
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