This weekend we decided to take Brock to the Magic House in St. Louis. Normally, I would highly recommend this place because it is so much fun for kids and adults. However, I would not recommend this place to a person with a newborn and a 2-year old that hasn't napped. We were only there about an hour before we had to leave because Adrianna had to nurse and Brock had pooped and was in a foul mood. But not all was lost because since we were in town, we stopped at Greg's grandma's house and she got to see Adrianna as well as Greg's Uncle Bob and Aunt Cathy (Pat's brother and sister-in-law).
After we left St. Louis, we were driving home on I-70 and I felt something wet drip on my arm. When I looked down, I realized that I was leaking breast milk and then I realized that I hadn't pumped or fed Adrianna (other than from a bottle) for several hours. Of course I hadn't thought to bring my breast pump with us, so I had to hand express milk into a bottle. While we were driving down the highway. With Greg as my lookout. Oh. My. Gosh. What an experience that was. And, I was pretty impressed with myself because I was able to "pump" 4 oz!
We were almost home (literally, pulling off the highway at our exit) and Brock woke up coughing. Then he threw up. Everything he had eaten that day. So, as soon as we got home Greg stripped Brock down to his diaper in the front yard and took him inside to give him a bath. While he was getting cleaned up, I put Adrianna in her bassinet and cleaned out the van. Bleh. It's a good thing I'm not pregnant anymore and my gag reflex isn't as sensitive.
Okay, now on to Sunday.
Last night Greg and Brock were watering the flowers next to our house. All was going relatively well (Greg and Brock were both soaked and the flowers were still pretty dry, but it wasn't all that bad). Everything was okay until they moved to the front of the house were there were apparently some bees. No sooner did Greg say, "We need to get Brock in the house before he gets stung," then he did. Get stung, I mean. My poor baby boy got stung twice on the belly and once on the back of one of his arms. I was able to get Adrianna in her bassinet and get Brock in the house and get him stripped down. Luckily, there were no stingers stuck in him but I took him into the kitchen and made a baking soda paste to help neutralize the sting. This with a combination of blowing on his "owie" he started to feel better. After the paste dried, I wiped it off and put Benadryl cream on them and then gave him liquid Benadryl so he wouldn't scratch all night.
Hopefully we will have a better time next weekend.
After we left St. Louis, we were driving home on I-70 and I felt something wet drip on my arm. When I looked down, I realized that I was leaking breast milk and then I realized that I hadn't pumped or fed Adrianna (other than from a bottle) for several hours. Of course I hadn't thought to bring my breast pump with us, so I had to hand express milk into a bottle. While we were driving down the highway. With Greg as my lookout. Oh. My. Gosh. What an experience that was. And, I was pretty impressed with myself because I was able to "pump" 4 oz!
We were almost home (literally, pulling off the highway at our exit) and Brock woke up coughing. Then he threw up. Everything he had eaten that day. So, as soon as we got home Greg stripped Brock down to his diaper in the front yard and took him inside to give him a bath. While he was getting cleaned up, I put Adrianna in her bassinet and cleaned out the van. Bleh. It's a good thing I'm not pregnant anymore and my gag reflex isn't as sensitive.
Okay, now on to Sunday.
Last night Greg and Brock were watering the flowers next to our house. All was going relatively well (Greg and Brock were both soaked and the flowers were still pretty dry, but it wasn't all that bad). Everything was okay until they moved to the front of the house were there were apparently some bees. No sooner did Greg say, "We need to get Brock in the house before he gets stung," then he did. Get stung, I mean. My poor baby boy got stung twice on the belly and once on the back of one of his arms. I was able to get Adrianna in her bassinet and get Brock in the house and get him stripped down. Luckily, there were no stingers stuck in him but I took him into the kitchen and made a baking soda paste to help neutralize the sting. This with a combination of blowing on his "owie" he started to feel better. After the paste dried, I wiped it off and put Benadryl cream on them and then gave him liquid Benadryl so he wouldn't scratch all night.
Hopefully we will have a better time next weekend.
2 comments:
Well, that was certainly an eventful weekend! So sorry to hear about the mean bees! We have a hive somewhere near our front door that Brent needs to take care of. I'm sooo allergic to bees and God forbid I got stung when home alone.
Well it didn't seem to affect him tonight, he was in a great mood, maybe because we were playing so rough with him. Hopefully he sleeps good tonight. Also, I hope little princess sleeps well for you. AND I hope Grandma has a good time with her tomorrow. I am sure she will be held all day while she is there. Oh well, that is good for both of them. I think that is why families lived together in the old days, grandparents could play/take care of the kids while the parents took care of their chores/work.
Sleep well, love you.
Papa and D
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