What an exhausting month February has been! Karson turned
one on Feb. 8th. We had a medium sized soiree, which included monsters, pizza
and a crowded kitchen. Wouldn't be a party with my family if we weren't all
packed into the kitchen like sardines. Kurt absolutely loves it, and by loves
it he scratches his head in awe how we can all get along in such close
quarters. Most of the time I am holding my breath that we have a successful
party and no one pissing anyone else off. Success, this time around! The day
started early. I had all the decorations laid out the night before and had done
the big cleaning chores and we were ready to go. Kurt's dad showed up early, as
did my great aunt and uncle...this is usual. They entertained each other while
Kurt hopped in the shower and I hurried along to get out of my stained
sweatpants. With not a moment to spare, the party started. We opted for pizza
this time around; to be honest we were still recuperating from Thanksgiving and
Christmas. I am so glad we did pizza, easy clean up too! The monster
decorations turned out good, I know next time to research the theme prior to
making any purchases. Monsters are not the "in thing" these days, so
I ended up making the majority of them, including the invitations. The cupcakes
my mom got were ginormous. I hope they were yummy, I didn't even get a taste, and
cake is not my thing. Obviously, it was not Karson's either, he wouldn't even
touch it. Had it been vegetables he would have been all over it. Karson was
spoiled with gifts and attention. He is a very loved little boy! Only regret
from the day, I forgot to videotape.
Of course after the weekend celebrations Karson was due at
the doctor for the annual shot fest. He always falls asleep for the shots; he
wears himself out with worry and fear when the doctor is visiting that by the
end he passes out. He woke up for his four big shots, a couple cries later and
then we were informed he had to have blood drawn for lead levels. He just about
broke my heart; I think the situation was exacerbated by my ragging second
trimester hormones. It took a couple days, but he for the most part started
acting like himself again. Until Saturday at 2:45 am when all hell broke loose.
I was awakened by the exorcist baby, who was literally levitating off the bed,
spinning in circles. He would not let us touch him and he was screaming like
someone was stabbing him. We let it go on for about 20 minutes, we were in
shock and clueless as to what the heck happened. Kurt couldn't take it and
called the doctor, we knew that it was most likely constipation, he hadn't gone
in a couple days and we were in the middle of switching from formula to milk.
The doctor gave us instructions to pick up some supplies, neither of us wanting
to leave Karson, we called on grammy to save the day (mind you, Kurt and I went out
for a couple hours previously in the evening only to get a call from grammy
saying Karson was not feeling well, right again for Grammy). She arrived
packing a survival kit: enema, stool softner, glycerin suppositories. We
started the hour’s long process of inducing poop. I won't get into the
specifics, but let's just say it wasn't pretty. Finally, the magic happened and
Karson was pooped. He passed out sitting up at about 4:45 am. We slept in the
next day and everything seemed to be back on track. We were all anticipating
the worst, doing everything to make sure it didn't happen again. We thought we
were in the clear.
That was until this week when Karson started to develop
signs of a cold. He was very lethargic and spent one night bundled up on the
couch with his Dad. I knew right then and there something was wrong with my
kid. The next night I went to work and my mother insisted on keeping Karson
overnight. Kurt was exhausted from the last couple days of work so he gave in.
My phone rang at 3 am that morning reporting Karson had a 102 degree fever. I
called and woke up Kurt, who drove down the road to assist the situation. Once
again the doctor was called, we were told to monitor the fever and bring him
into the doctor's that morning. I left work late due to a co-worker who called
out sick and barely made it to the doctor's. Report was Karson had a virus.
Yay! No medications to treat except the Motrin we had been using. It was too
late though I had gotten sick. Just when we thought it was safe Kurt got it and
now grammy is starting. We are still recuperating.
Sunday, we quarantined ourselves home. Kurt and I noticed
during lunch that Karson was in his highchair trying to number two. Poor thing
was turning purple. We thought for sure there would be an after lunch surprise
awaiting us, we were wrong. Would have lost that bet. Kurt was up in arms
hoping that this would not turn into the events from last weekend. I decided we
would go to the grocery store, let him play; see if he could work it out
naturally. Well, dinner approached, same Karson, trying to go. It got to the
point where he was crying and I knew we were in for it. I put in a call to
grammy for backup. I knew I had to learn how to handle this sooner versus
later. The poor baby had a poop blockage, literally. Several wipies, one glycerin
suppository and a pee drenched Daddy later and the ordeal was over. Lesson
learned: do not allow your child to consume a lot of corn. Karson had eaten so much
his poop literally came out as corn on the cob. Ridiculous, we know. Those of
you who know Kurt and I personally our lives revolve around shit, it is only appropriate
that I share this story with you.
We are showing!
In all seriousness though, it’s tough to see your little one
hurt, regardless of the cause. We are really hoping things start to turn around
for Karson. It’s been a rough year one so far. Hopefully, Karson will have a sense of humor
like ours, it’s much easier to laugh than cry. We laugh a lot!
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