This blog is about the young life of Ian as told by his mother.
I've been the worst blogger ever lately. Here's why: I was asked to be the Interim Supervisor of Reading and Language Arts K-12 in my school district. This is my dream job. I literally got a call out of the blue two weeks ago, and my life has been spinning around since then. I start October 1. It's temporary, but I have no idea for how long. I have to leave the classroom, which is oddly bittersweet, since I really am liking my class this year. This is a super great oppourtunity for me, and I'm excited, but I'm also nervous. I don't want to mess it up, and I don't want to become married to my job. Ian is my number one priority, and I want to make sure that I get to spend enough time with him. Gotta love the mommy guilt.
I'm in denial. It's not September, it's still August. These pictures prove it. You can't play in the hose in September. That's an August thing. :)
Holy crap. Things around here have been a little nuts for the past 24 hours. Tuesday I went back to work. When we all got up Tuesday morning, I noticed that the funky red thing under Ian's arm had exploded into lots of funky red things and looked really gross and horrible. Since I now was faced with the dilema of the working mom, I dropped him off to the sitters and took him to the doctor at 4:30 when work was over. After an hour of waiting with a cranky baby who refused to nap, the doctor came in, took one look and said, oh. Never a good sign. She thought Ian either had a staph infection or herpes (ew or ew) and that we needed to start antibiotics ASAP. She swabbed it and sent us on our way. By now it was like 5:45, and I still hadn't walked in the door. We pull up at CVS and there are like 6 cars in the drive thru, and if you're ever been to the drive thru at CVS, 6 cars is like a 30 minute wait. So now I drag the cranky baby out of the car, and to the pharmacy desk. Cranky baby refuses to walk, and so I'm lugging a 28lb crying thing through the store. I'm so frazzled at this point that I spent like 5 minutes waiting in the PICK UP line. Thankfully, people like to talk to you when you have a baby, and a kind man pointed me in the correct direction of the DROP OFF line. We finally got out of there, and home, to make dinner, and get ready for bed. Sent Rob back out to pick up the meds, got the first dose in him and put him in the crib. I can't say if it's getting better yet or not, but if it's not looking better by tomorrow, we have to call the doctor back, because it could possibly be the antibiotic resistant strain of staph, and then the lord only knows what we'll have to do.
Yes, you read that right, CHReese. We went to the allergist on Friday to try to find out why Ian's had disgusting diapers for 4 months now. The allergist thinks he may be allergic to milk, or soy, or both, or something else (yes, helpful). As is everything with Ian, he doesn't have the kind of allergy that shows up on a skin test, but has more of an intestinal allergy. So, we have to do a TOTAL elimination of dairy for 7-10 days, and if that doesn't help, soy is next. I am praying that we don't have to eliminate soy, because there is soy in everything. So, we went to Whole Foods to try and find some non-milk alternatives. We walked away with soy pudding, cereal bars, pop-tarts, waffles, and Macoroni and CHReese. It's dairy free mac and cheese. It's pretty funky, but Ian seems to like it, so I guess that makes it ok. I also found out that oddly enough, Dunkin Hines cake mix and some of their icing is dairy free, so I got to make the ubiquitous chocolate cupcakes for Labor Day. Of all the things that we've done and gone through with Ian, this was the one that literally almost set me over the edge. If you could have heard me on the phone with Missy on Saturday, you might have called the men in the white coats to take me away. I've since calmed down, but look for another freak-out fest if we have to remove soy. Stay tuned for the drama in 7-10 days. :)
Today (Sunday) we celebrated the Labor Day weekend. Tomorrow will be too filled with my whining about not wanting to go back to work to enjoy such fesitivities. We went to my parents and hit the beach. It was pretty chilly, but Ian had a blast in the sand. After about 4 hours of digging and splashing, and an entire pitcher of sangria later, we went back to the house to eat. Delicous grill food filled our tummies, capped off by chocolate cupcakes! Yummy. Everyone had a great day and left full, tired, and mildly sunburned.
This blog is about the young life of Ian as told by his mother.