First of all, Jon Kent woke up last night around 10:30pm wanting in the bed with us. Ever since his episode of hyperventilating, we don't even try to let him cry or see if he can settle himself back down. Plus, if he cries for too long, he wakes Zoey up. Anyway, around 1:30am Zoey wakes up for a feeding. About the time I am trying to get her settled back down (2am) Jon Kent wakes up and is whinny. Kent tries to settle him back down but realizes that Jon Kent's face is hot. So he goes and takes his temp and it was 102.8. I kind of freaked for a moment. So I give him some Motrin and Kent calls an on call nurse and she asked him a ton of questions. I have Jon Kent in my lap in his diaper and Zoey in a blanket still trying to get her asleep. And by this time Jon Kent's whole body is hot. Anyway, the nurse told us to just keep an eye on him for an hour and see if the Motrin brings his fever down. Jon Kent was in heaven...having Kent's and my full attention until around 3am or so. He got to watch Jay Leno, have books read to him, got some Baba (water in his sippy cup), etc. At 3am Kent took his temp again and it was 100.5. So we all went to bed. Around 5:30am, Zoey wakes up for another feeding. By this time Jon Kent was wiggling around too. Sure enough as soon as I was just about to get Zoey back to sleep, Jon Kent starts crying for me wanting me to hold him. If only I had 4 arms. So I just put Zoey in her cradle said a prayer that she goes to sleep on her own (somehow) and cuddle Jon Kent until he went to sleep. The ONE good thing that came out of all of this is we ALL slept in until 9:30am. Oh, and Jon Kent has two more bottom teeth coming in... Maybe that was the reason for the fever???
THEN Kent is feeding Jon Kent his breakfast (grits). Jon Kent gags and throws it all up. He does this EVERY morning. I personally believe it's more than him just not chewing. I mean it's grits. How can you gag on grits? They weren't thick at all. More soupy than anything. I am just at my wits end with it. I probably will be gray by the end of 2006. I worry so much about him because I don't want him to think we don't love him (because I have to spend so much time with Zoey). It's just a hard line to walk... I know there is a light at the end of the tunnel somewhere, but right now it's hard to see it and hard to actually think it's ever going to come.
In other news, our house is coming along. They put all the doors up and most of the trim. They have all the flooring preparations finished as well. They are supposed to come back tomorrow and finish the trim. Then it's paint, cabinets, flooring, plumbing, and wiring. Then we are in. The contractor said the first of February would probably be our most realistic move in date. I was hoping we already be in it.
Well, that is all for now.