Grace turned 3 months old on June 11th, which was our 3rd anniversary. Go ahead and do the math, I’ll wait. Granny and Pawpaw got her some new shoes, but it may be a while before she can wear them.
She is doing new things and getting smarter and funnier everyday. Grace has also been playing and working every hard. She helps Mommy fold cloths, reads books to Daddy, and wipes herself out playing with and talking to her toys. She’s so vocal, even her teachers say so. I wonder who she gets that from?
Last Saturday was Memaw’s birthday, and Grace went all the way to Mississippi to take her to lunch at the casino. She was so good all day.
When we got home Jared and I worked in the yard and Grace watched from her stroller, and Oakley and Itchy watched from the window. That is, while Itchy wasn’t busy pooping on the carpet. Poor guy just couldn’t hold it any longer. I knew they should have been let out again after Jared finished in the backyard. Next time I’ll check on them more often. That night after her bath, I gave Grace a bottle and she gave it right back to me starting the downward spiral that is this week. It seems like every time we get a good routine going Grace throws us curve ball.
So Sunday the projectile vomiting continued, and oh yes, it was all over the carpet. I don’t know what normal formula is like but the super expensive stinky stuff Grace eats could burn holes through concrete. New rule: If you think she’s going to puke don’t sit or stand over anything that can’t go in the wash machine. And although none of the carpet drama was anyone’s fault, it needs to be replaced. I need a steam cleaner! This is too much; even for the Dyson. Yucko. All of this earned Grace a visit to the doctor. We’ll call this visit #1. Dr. Reed said she’s still congested and her ears look great, but back off the formula a bit, which we already started to do. So by Monday night she looked great, and we decided she was okay to go to daycare on Tuesday.
She seemed fine when I picked her up, but after we got home I took her out the car seat and she was burning up. Her temp was at 102. We quickly had some Tylenol and a bath, which helped but then we had another bottle exchange. Luckily most of it landed on me and not the sofa. I’m pretty sure I made a rule about that. Grace’s fever went down, but the 102 earned her a Wednesday visit to the doctor. Visit #2 lasted 2 hours with a different doctor. It was Dr. Reed’s day off. They took blood and put a bag on her for a urine sample. I was very interested to see how they would pull of a urine sample on an infant, but it was pretty easy. After not wanting to give her “sample,” the doctor proceed to scare me into letting them catheterize her by going over how she could have kidney damage brought on by a urinary tract infection. She came close to getting catheterized but came through at the last minute. I think the nurses where just as relieved as me. After all the fun, it was decided that she has a viral infection (no sign of anything wrong with her urine or kidneys), and we were sent home empty handed. But, there’s always a but, we needed to go back today.
Ah, visit #3. This time we saw Dr. Reed and she said Grace looks awesome, cut back on the formula, and keep giving her Tylenol. Awesome? She hasn’t seen the carpet. While I’m glad it’s nothing serious, I do wish there was more they could do to make her feel better. So that’s all, so far, although we will be back next Friday for her 4-month visit.
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