I see what you're doing there. And I approve.
This is from when Froggy scared the ever-loving crap out of us when he was four months old. He had come down with something called RSV. In older children and adults, RSV is like the common cold. But when tiny, little, babies (he was just barely 3 months at this point) get it, it's a Very Bad Thing. The passages that carry air to the lungs (airways, bronchial tubes, sinuses, etc) are incredibly narrow. The doctor in the NICU showed me a stick of spaghetti, and told me that it was roughly the size of my son's airways.We had taken him to the UCI ER three times, since the hospital had all his birth records. The first time, he had a rattle in his chest. The second time, which was the next night, his rattle had turned into him sounding like he was breathing underwater. The next night, the voice of reason that was saying to listen to the doctors took a vacation. Froggy was just lying there in my arms, laboring to breathe. He'd finally started resting when I took this picture.
This was in the PICU (pediatric intensive care unit). Everyone that came in had to put on a robe looking thing and a mask. They suctioned nose and throat with this weird machine (he hated it, obviously), and got antibiotics into him. He was transferred to a lower floor a few days later, and slowly but steadily started improving. He ended up having something called a 'bronciopsy', where they put him under anesthesia and looked in his bronchial tubes. I was allowed to hold him to comfort him (and me) while they put him under, and I noticed that not only was he not getting sleepy, but his arm was cold where his line was, plus he was just crying and crying. I politely asked the nurses if that was normal, because it felt to me like his IV had infiltrated. They told me it was ok, totally normal, blahblahblah. However, my Wolf Mom instincts kicked in and I demanded that they take a look. They did, and I was correct. They redid his line placement, and after he was under, the nurse walked me out to the waiting area. I remember her telling me to expect to cry or some huge, unexpected emotions. Since I was pretty chill while I was walking out of the room, I didn't think anything of it... and as soon as the doors closed and I couldn't see, hear or get to him, I realized the nurse was right. I cried. I vomited. I wanted to rip the doors off their hinges and grab him up. Robby calmed me down, and in a short time that felt like forever, he was done and the results said that everything was okay. ^_^
Since I'm King of All The Things, I did know that with patience, pain and hard woke, someday my prince would come. ^_^
I love this one. Robby looks so happy to be holding Froggy, and Froggy looks so relaxed in his daddy's arms. I love my boys so.
This is me, the House Human, with my grumpface on and hair that the box told me would be purple, but became a pretty cool gradient. It took a while to grow on me (no pun intended... maybe), and now when I go for walks around my apartment complex there's always at least one little kid out of the horde that runs around playing (our community is safe enough that kids to go out and play without their parent hovering over their shoulder)
I will forever and always keep this picture, because Leo is one of the toughest guys I know, and this totally compromises his bad boy image. He's one of the most hard-working guys I know, and I wholeheartedly think that if we didn't have his help (and Sebby') we'd be much worse off until we adjusted.
"Daddy, this is really fun... but you've got me, right?"
"Always, buddy."
August 25, 2012. The day that this little boy, my impossible little man, was born. He slept amazingly, and didn't make too much of a fuss at all about being in his bassinet. He hated being under the bili light, so I'd move a chair as close as I could (pro tip: I had 14 stitches in my downtown bonanza. Don't move chairs when the most sensitive part of your body has stitches.) and I'd rub his little belly till he calmed.
My photogenic little man, curled up in the boppy, on the blanket that his Aunt Kathy made for him. I still can't get over what an amazing little human I made.
My child is apparently part otter. He loves that toy SO much- along with pretty much everything else that's yellow. The fish that the's got is technically a diving toy... .but whatever. If he's happy and not in danger, I'm happy.
This is the most recent picture of me, the House Human. And yes. I AM the Doctor.
(Picture taken by: Jason Matson)
....yeah, this pretty much sums it up.
As always,
The House Human
I love this, Loki. ^w^ Frogman is such a cute little chunk! <3
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