Sitting at the computer, wearing Emmett in his Baby Bjorn, trying to write about our first week with this little guy, and he just settled down enough to let me at it. Phew. . .
Well, last week was crazy. Very crazy.
Emmett got impatient waiting for Mommy's delicious milk to arrive, and became very dehydrated. This led to an inconsolable crankiness and even a bit of a fever. We brought him to our pediatrician, and they didn't like his temperature (Emmett certainly didn't like them taking it) and recommended we go to the hospital for evaluation.
Now, whenever an infant this young has a fever, they automatically fire up the worry machines and inject the new parents with a heavy dose of paranoia. In order to rule out bacterial infections that can go from bad to worse faster than Emmett can soil a diaper, they hold you for a few days, poke and prod your kid until you can't take it anymore, and watch what happens.
So, we were only home two nights before we had to go back to the hospital for three more!
Luckily Emmett is fine. He has no nasty infections, but was basically just very, very thirsty. Unluckily, I picked up a hitchhiking virus in the Emergency Room, and became sicker than I've ever been in my adult life. Soon Sarah was caring for two helpless, whining babies. Yikes!
Well, it took me a few days, but I've recovered. We are finally able to start unraveling the mysteries of Emmett's strange language (why does he always have to shout?). And just being normally exhausted, the way every new family should be.
We had a few nice visits this weekend from Grandma Paula and Grandpa Roy. Plus Emmett got to meet Our good friends Meir, Annie, Dave, and Gabe. Everything's back to (ab) normal.
Grandpa Roy gets on Emmett's wavelength
Two Babies?
Emmett's first bath
quiet time with Daddy
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