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Archive for March, 2013

It’s fun to look at all of Eliza’s monthly pictures next to each other and see how much she has changed. Over the past year that I’ve been posting these check ins I think she’s changed the least physically in these 4 months. Here she is months 9-12.

Months 9-12

Months 9-12

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Eliza at 12 months:

Weight: 18lbs 6oz, 29 inches long
Clothing size: 9 and 12 month sizes
Diaper size: Target Up and Up brand, size 3
Likes: smiling, laughing, scooting, talking, going places, reading books, doggies- she LOVES doggies and gets so excited every time she sees one
Dislikes: when we put on her eczema cream, when we try to keep her from scratching herself
Naps: short morning nap and longer nap in the afternoon
Milestones: Talking more to communicate, repeating words, scooting across the floor and exploring the house, eating with her hands, acting more like a toddler than a baby
New words: Eliza (pronounced E-yi-ya), hungry (hungy), night night, bubbles, happy. She continues to say “doggie” and every animal is a doggie but she gets especially excited when she sees an actual doggie.

Misc: She has a couple of favorite songs on the radio. Phillip Phillips “Home” and Mumford and Sons “I Will Wait” and it’s so cute to watch her sing and dance to both of those songs.

Happy birthday little E!

Happy birthday little E!

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The Hospital

I swear, this baby is giving us a run for our money!! As I write this we are on night 3 at the hospital for what was apparently a severe asthma attack. It all started last Friday, March 8. When I picked Eliza up from daycare I noticed that she was wheezing. She wasn’t sick but we had an inhaler left from when she had bronchiolitis back in January so I gave her a couple of puffs and the wheezing went away and she was fine. She didn’t wheeze all weekend but on Monday when I picked her up she was wheezing again. When I got home I told Andy I was afraid that she might have asthma and I was also afraid that something at daycare was an asthma trigger. I gave her two puffs on the inhaler and she was fine again. I was going to watch her for a couple more days and then call the doctor if it happened one more time.

She was fine again until Thursday morning. I got a call around 10:15am while I was in a meeting that she was wheezing at daycare. But they had given her a puff on the inhaler and she was fine and playing and they didn’t think I needed to come get her but they just wanted me to know. I decided it was time to call the doctor and make an appointment. They called back about 45 minutes later and she was wheezing again so I left work and took her straight to the doctor. We did a breathing treatment and she got better and they sent me home with a nebulizer and a machine and told me to give her a breathing treatment every 4 hours. She was wheezing soon after we got home and I called the doctor again and they said I could give it to her every 2-3 hours. This went on for hours and she never seemed to get better. I didn’t know what to do and now I don’t know why I waited so long but finally at 10:45pm I called urgent care and they told me to take her straight to the ER. I figured that she would get a long breathing treatment and then be fine. She had a breathing treatment for an hour and was still wheezing. At this point it was almost 2am and she had been wheezing for 14 hours so they admitted her to the hospital.

At this point I still don’t think I understood how serious this was until around 6am when the on-call pediatrician told me that they were thinking of moving her to Oakland Children’s hospital if she didn’t get better. When I asked why she told me that right now she was the sickest baby on the floor. She wasn’t getting better and that Children’s ICU was better equipped to take care of her if her condition worsened. She said that she was really struggling to breathe and she said that at some point she might just get tired and give up and they wanted her to be near the good ICU when that happened. Well, at that point I just LOST IT and was completely freaked out. Eliza not breathing anymore was just NOT an option and I was already starting to blame myself for waiting so long to take her in. Andy had gone home because he had thought he was going to work that day but I called him to tell him that this was more serious than we thought and he needed to come back immediately. It was not news that I wanted to hear alone.

Luckily about an hour after I heard this scary news she showed some improvement and they decided to keep her here at John Muir. But then the hell began. 32 hours straight of 4 hour breathing treatments. She had to wear a mask and have albuterol pumped into her lungs to try and relieve the inflammation that was causing her lungs to contract and prevent her from breathing. And when she didn’t have on the mask she had to have oxygen so she wouldn’t  have to work as hard to breathe.

She was a trooper and kept her mask on most of the time but it was hard for her and for us. We had to hold her the entire time because she was scared and didn’t feel well so it was just constant shifts so each of us could rest or eat or go to the bathroom. I almost felt like we were getting payback for having such a good sleeper as a newborn because we got more sleep when she was a few weeks old than we did here at the hospital! Also, these long breathing treatments were hard emotionally because after every 4 hours the respiratory therapist would come in and assess her and basically say that she wasn’t better but she wasn’t worse either. It was so disheartening to keep going through all this and feel like nothing happened. They had to keep reminding us that the fact that she wasn’t getting worse was actually progress too!

Anyway, on Sunday she finally showed some significant improvement so that was exciting. She was able to go from constant 4 hour breathing treatments to one 5 minute breathing treatment every 2 hours, and by Sunday afternoon she was down to every 3 hours. We found out that in order to leave the hospital she has to be down to one breathing treatment every 4 hours, be able to breathe without the help of  oxygen and have her oxygen level be at a 95-98 for 24 hours. They are weaning her off of the oxygen now so hopefully we can go home Tuesday or Wednesday. We also need to know next steps in terms of how to manage this asthma and also try to find what triggered this asthma attack because at this point we just don’t know.

Here are some pictures from our journey so far:

This was after we were admitted to the hospital

This was right after we were admitted to the hospital

Hanging out with daddy while getting a breathing treatment

Hanging out with daddy while getting a breathing treatment

Finally slept in the crib Saturday night

Finally slept in the crib Saturday night

Tired during her breathing treatment

Tired during her breathing treatment

My favorite picture- daddy and baby sleep alike!

My favorite picture- daddy and baby sleep alike!

Tired

Tired

hospital feet

hospital feet

Sunday morning: happy girl!

Sunday morning: happy girl!

Sunday: playing in her St. Patrick's Day outfit

Sunday: playing in her St. Patrick’s Day outfit

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Valentine’s Day

We didn’t really do anything for Valentine’s Day this year but I did buy a cute outfit for Eliza to wear.

V-Day outfit

V-Day outfit

Valentine's Day outfit

Valentine’s Day outfit

 

Profile

Profile

 

 

 

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February

February was a bit of a crazy month for us. I’ve had some time to digest it all and figured it’s time to get it on the blog. I feel like this battle with eczema will never end. In early February Eliza’s eczema was flaring again and the Chinese medicine doctor advised that I stay home with her for a week to take care of her, apply the cream frequently and hold her at night to prevent her from scratching. In other words, I had to really make sure that her eczema would heal. So I alternated working from home and took days off from Feb 8-17. She did improve but when it became apparent that she still wasn’t 100% we called my mom and asked her to come out. She had offered so we decided to take her up on it.

A couple of days before my mom was supposed to arrive Andy, Eliza and I were sitting in bed hanging out and talking and I mentioned that grandma was coming to visit. Clear as day Eliza repeated “grandma” and she’s been saying it ever since. We were so excited that she learned this new word. My mom would come in to get her in the mornings and she would point to her and say “grandma.” I just hope this translates to Andy’s mom because one of the ladies at daycare is called grandma and she refuses to call her that. I hope she doesn’t think it’s reserved only for my mom because she has more than one grandma!

Mom got here on Feb 18 and we picked her up from the airport and went straight to Fisherman’s Wharf. We hadn’t been there in a while and mom wanted to check it out, get some food and enjoy the day. We had a nice time and grandma bought Eliza got a cute little hat since we forgot hers since it had been warm up until that day.

It was nice having mom here to watch Eliza while we went to work. I know they enjoyed their time together. Her face got better as the week went on but then it got worse again as mom’s visit was coming to an end. I guess it just proves that no matter what we do, it’s just going to flare up sometimes. Sigh.

Snuggling with grandma

Snuggling with grandma

Bonding with grandma

Bonding with grandma

 

What is on my head?

What is on my head?

 

Sleeping after a fun day at the Wharf

Sleeping after a fun day at the Wharf

 

Fisherman's Wharf

Fisherman’s Wharf

 

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Eliza is scooting all over the place so if we can’t closely watch her we have to contain her!!

Baby jail!

Baby jail!

The baby is contained!

The baby is contained!

Should be standing any day now!

Should be standing any day now!

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