I have my very own live-in nurse. :)

Tim had a very special birthday! He ate so many hot wings and cheese fries that I wondered if he really would be sick! He said "I'm going to eat hot wings and cheese fries for my next birthday too!" He got just what he wanted, a skateboard, a watch, vanilla cake with butter cream icing (thanks to daddy and Betty Crocker), and we watched about five hours of America's Funniest Home Videos until he fell asleep. He's one special little man with an amazing sense of humor, a giving spirit, the work ethic of a thirty year old, and the most tender little heart. Our world wouldn't be the same without our little man and he deserved a special day! 

Baby and I went to see the doctor Tuesday. I have to admit, after a hard sleepless night my outlook wasn't very good. When the second nurse came in to listen to baby's heartbeat I got a little nervous, when the doctor came in with the heart monitor and wanted to listen for himself I was just plain freaked out! He found a little arrhythmia that he said happens more often than people think, baby was having Premature Atrial Contractions. He assured me that baby will grow out of it by one month of age and that he wasn't worried at all. I feel much better about it now, but in that moment I thought I was going to completely loose it, the no sleep and back labor didn't help matters at all! As for me, I have been fighting a loosing battle with preterm labor for the last week, taking the maximum dose of brethine pills (every two hours even at night!), so he sent me home with my old pal "the pump".

 

The brethine pump isn't anything new for us, so it really wasn't a big surprise. The home healthcare nurse came out yesterday and got us all set up and I am feeling MUCH better now. Not being in labor is so awesome! While the nurse was here my little nurse, Molly, hung on her every word. It was like there was an unspoken understanding that she would be the one doing all of the needle sticks, pump refills, and contraction monitoring. She has always been our little nurse (that's what she wants to be one day) doctoring knees and elbows, but this was just the icing on the cake! She was like a pig in slop. I'll bet that kid checked my pump ten times yesterday to see if it was out of medicine yet! She almost couldn't wait.

 

This morning when the pump started beeping she RAN to check it out. She told me very seriously "Mom, you are almost out of medicine. I'm going to go get you another syringe, you go on to the living room and get in your recliner." I immediately obeyed, who am I to question such a confident nurse? She opened the instruction book just where the nurse had it marked it, read carefully, followed every instruction (as if it were life or death), and got mama up and running again.

Now she keeps asking "Is your site sore?" That's a sign that it's going bad and needs to be moved to the other leg. I think she's looking forward to sticking me. That's cool, I really don't like doing it myself, and I think she follows the instructions better than me anyhow. :)  

She's handling the twice a day contraction monitoring too, even sending the data over the transmitter for me. This is the life! All of the things that I dreaded having to do once I got the pump, she's taking care of! I should have done this two weeks ago! Having a live-in nurse isn't so bad, especially when they are so well trained. :)

I haven't got to do any crocheting yet but I hope to spend the weekend getting a good bit of those blankets done. I got a little side-tracked with the knitting and I haven't been working on them. I'll be back soon! xo, Sam