Take Your Baby to Work Day

Wait a minute... When I was growing up, it was Take Your Daughter to Work Day, and I was about 6 years old when I went to work with Daddy. But no, Jonathan in all his ambition has gotten a head start on Career Day. Tuesday actually marked Jonathan's second visit in as many months to the hospital where Mommy works. The first was for the hernia repair. Then after a long night, we awoke Tuesday morning to a croupy baby having trouble breathing.

Our respiratory therapist was just the best. She had Jonathan laughing his little head off through his nebulizer treatments. Little Jonathan seemed to quite enjoy the field trip and didn't mind the stridor and retactions half as much as his Mommy did. He especially enjoyed meeting Mommy's friend and his devoted blog fan, Amanda. We made it home by 2 pm, breathing much more comfortably. There were a few nerve-wracking moments in the evening as I wondered whether to take him back while he puffed away at 70 breaths a minute, but he then he went to bed breathing nice and comfortably and we got a good night sleep.

Only to awake to a bear of a baby the next day! Our sweet happy baby, who held my finger with his little hand and didn't even cry for his steroid shot the day before, hollered like a banshee the entire day today. He had me concerned enough that we drove to an urgent care center, where we spent 5p-8p Christmas Eve, waiting for a pediatrician with an "ear-scoopy" we didn't have at home to clean out the wax, get a good look in his ears, and assure me he didn't have a raging ear infection causing such pain. But, as I guess is often the case for parents, on arrival at the clinic he mellowed out and laughed and giggled the entire time. The doc there couldn't manage to see his ear drums, either, and since Jonathan was happy we went home with a souvenir of a negative rapid flu test -- woohoo.

Good Lord Willing, we're taking off early tomorrow for Minnesota to spend the next few days with family. Photos to follow!