Our little family...: Oh boy what a week we had!!

There are not words to describe how you feel as a parent when something is wrong with your baby.

What I can say quite plainly, is that we would have never gotten through it all without the love and support and prayers of our friends and family!

Just in case you are a little behind on the past week's activities, let me try to quickly fill you in...

On Thursday night Kaleb slipped in the tub and broke his 2 front teeth. Everything checked out fine with both the pediatrician and the pediatric dentist, although the extent of the future damage is still unknown. Only time will tell.

That night I also got a flu bug or something because I was up throwing up about every half hour until about 3 in the AM.

Friday and Saturday was business as ususal, and then Sunday morning rolled around. Kelby woke up at her normal time and ate breakfast and then was ready for her morning nap again a couple hours later. Kaleb had yet to get up by 10:30, so I figured I'd give him another half hour and then get him up...just figured he was tired. I mean what else would you think about a perfectly healthy child sleeping in??

Turns out he was not. When I went in at 11 he was awake and breathing, but not responding to me at all, verbally or physically. I called Lou and told him something was wrong and he told me to call 911.

The paramedics and firetrucks came, and they pinched and poked Kaleb to no avail, and because of the fall in the tub, upgraded him to a trauma and called Bayflight (they were afraid there may have been a bleed in his head). Can you sense the chills I get just re-telling the story?? I was so scared and not keeping it together at all, but trying to do what I needed to do to get ready to follow him to the hospital (not allowed to ride in the chopper).

Lou was racing home and trying to get to the chopper to see Kaleb before they took off. He said he missed them by a minute, watching his baby go up and away, and not knowing if he would see him again. I can't even imagine his anguish since he had left for work early and did not even get to hold him that morning.

I called my mom and aunt and they immediately left to come over. I had Kelby of course so I was calling all my friends to see if anyone could watch her. I got ahold of one who did not hesitate to do it, but then my mom and aunt got here and insisted they stay with her. So Lou and I unpacked the car of all her stuff and filled them in on her schedule and took off.

We were amazingly calm on the ride, even joking a little about how if he had wanted a helicopter ride this was a lousy way to get it! By the time we got there, they told us to wait and someone would be out to talk to us shortly. We freaked! I mean isn't that what they tell people when someone's condition worsens or God forbid they die??

Anyway, that was the longest 20 minutes or so of our lives, and then finally a man came and took us to see our baby. There he was, in the middle of the trauma unit, being given OJ through a syringe by a nurse. He still wasn't himself by any means, and he didn't react to us right away. He still seemed a world away as we scooped him up and planted the biggest hugs and kisses on him imaginable.

All of his CT scans came back negative but his blood sugar was really low, and he had a foreign substance/fluid in his belly. We were transferred to All Children's, where we would have to spend the night.

The only "conclusion", if you can even call it that, is that he ingested something, possibly a pill or something, either here or at Nana and Popo's house. We are still in denial somewhat about that, it just seems like they did not really give us enough information to feel confident that that was it. They could not tell us what kind or even type of medicine it could have been, and even though eating things might be the behavior of most toddlers, it's not the behavior of my toddler. When he finds something on the floor, he brings it to us. Whether it's at home, the playground, where ever. And he is certainly not exploratory with tastes, because we have to practically force food down his mouth that is new or different.

But by that night at the hospital he was his old self again. Daddy went home to be with Kelby and I stayed with Kaleb. Besides him having a hard time getting to sleep, the rest of the night was uneventful. You better believe I hardly slept a wink and watched him like a hawk!

So there it is, no further explanation given. I pray they are right and it was just a fluke thing! All I can say for now is we are home, safe and sound, and thanking God every night that our baby boy is still with us, healthy and happy. Lou's birthday was on Tuesday and what better present than that!

Our little baby girl is trying solids (rice cereal), for the first time. She seems to like it but still hasn't mastered getting it all down. We've been trying to help strengthen her little dainty butt up, putting her in her jumperoo more and sitting her up with pillows. She sure was happy to have her big brother home that's for sure. Their new routine at night is when we are in Kaleb's bedroom before bedtime, he goes up to her in her bouncy seat, and dances crazy and laughs and then falls on the ground. She cracks up and thinks it is the funniest thing ever! It is so cute to watch. He has done it the last 3 nights in a row so I guess that's their thing now! Too cute!

That's about it...let's hope for a more uneventful week!

Here's some recent pix...

Sissy and her cousin Houston