Another Reason To Hate Momma When I Grow Up

SERIOUSLY, Dog?!

After I spend ALL that time trying to get Elise to take a nap, I come back to find this? Gimme a frickin break, would ya? Don't bother getting up... I'll pick it up when you're done. Enjoy your nap, Precious!

SO Much To SAY!

Last night Elise was in her swing just talking up a storm!  I caught a little bit of it on video!

This Day Was A Nightmare!

We had some more snow last night.. four more inches.  Elise has been pretty fussy the last couple of days and my mother's intuition new something wasn't right.  I didn't know what was wrong I knew it was something.  She has been drooling a lot and putting her hands in her mouth.  She has been really unhappy...crying alot, and I have been at her mercy.  It's exhausting taking care of a sick baby and discouraging when you don't know what to do to help them.  I know it's a little early, but the Dr. Sears Baby Book said they start "pre" teething on and off around 3 months.  Well I had been checking her temperature often and thought she been running a little bit of a fever.. 99.5, 99.8, 99.9.  I called and talked to a nurse about what was going on and decided to go ahead and make an appointment with the pediatrician today.  I wanted to see if it was just teething or maybe an ear infection...  After four hours of running around in the cold and snow... here's the situation.

I get to the doctor's office early.  This never happens.  I am usually always late, but considering the weather and road conditions I left the house 40 minutes before her appointment.  I was trying to get her out of the truck and had the driver's side door and 3rd door open when some girl decided that she wanted to park in the spot right next to me.  I guess the other 45 parking spots weren't good enough.  So, I just decide I'll get Elise out after this chick parks, so I'm huffing at her and shutting all my doors so she can get in the spot.  Well, she decides to give me the wave indicating that she will wait for me to unload and then she'll proceed with parking.  Fine! Great! Whatever!  I pull on the handle and it's LOCKED.  OH. MY. GOD.  I am staring at the diaper bag (that usually contains the keys).  It is sitting in the driver's seat and my baby is in the truck.  You know that panic that comes over you when you realize you have locked the keys in the car?  Well multiply that by a thousand when you realize you have locked the keys and THE BABY in the car.  On my way to having a panic attack and losing all control, I put my hand in my pocket to get my cell phone and what do I feel?  THE KEYS!  Thank you Jesus!

Okay... I get myself together and get us inside and checked in.  Elise weighs 12lbs. 12oz.  Temperature was 98.8....no fever.  I told the doctor about her fussiness, restlessness at night, lack of appetite, "fever", etc.  I asked if she could be teething.  She said she COULD be, but didn't think that was the main problem.  The doctor listened to her and she was wheezing.  She got a breathing treatment and was doing a lot better.  The diagnosis was Bronchiolitis, something to the effect of a chest cold.  Come to find out, anything less than 100.5 is not a fever, but it was a good thing I still took her in.  They sent me home with a breathing machine and a prescription for Albuterol.  Elise gets 4 breathing treatments 4 times a day for 4 days, then 3 times a day for 4 days, then 2 times and then 1 time for 4 days each.  The nurse said she was going to put in a request for the insurance company to buy the breathing machine because given her age and where we live, she might need these routinely.  I had to wait an hour with a screaming baby for the prescription and then drive 20 minutes home.  Hopefully Elise will be on the mend, and it won't be long before I have my happy baby girl back!

Obviously with a fussy and sick baby, I have not done any shredding... bummer.

Working Out From Home

When I'm not shredding, I've found some of the techniques below quite helpful and inspiring.  I also try to employ these strategies when I am not near a DVD player.




** Stole video from another blog**

What I Wish I Was Doing...

Instead of working out...

Day 3: I made myself do The Shred today, even though I can still barely walk.  My legs are mush.  They were shaking through every single lunge.  You know what's funny?  I happened to read that warning they flash on the screen before the work out starts and it said "If you experience pain or discomfort do not continue."  Well, I wish I would have read that on Day 1 and I would have quit half way through.  And another thing... Jillian, how about you tell Natalie and Anita (you know, those 2 broads working out behind you) to wipe that frickin smile of their faces because no body likes working out THAT much!  Oh!  And while I was mid-push up, the dog walked by and farted in my face.... perfect.  Just perfect.

30 Day Shred

Day 1:  I hate you, Jillian.  Those jumping jacks looked easy enough, but I was already breathing hard doing the warm-up.  And you can take those push ups and crunches and shove 'em!  While you were babbling your "encouragement" I was on the other side of the TV giving you the bird in between boxing jabs.  And I don't need YOUR encouragement because I had my own little cheering section... that would be Jason & Elise.  Note to self:  Do NOT Shred unless you are home alone.  The last thing I need is Mr. Sports & Exercise Science Degree critiquing my push-up position and telling me to get lower.  Oh yeah, and just because I'm working out doesn't mean I'm going on a diet.  I'm still going to eat whatever I want.  Including chocolate chip cookies.  Thankyouverymuch.

Day 2:  Can. Not. Walk.  My legs are shaking.  The 30 Day Shred was an appropriate title for this work-out DVD.  My body feels like it has been put through a shredder and spit back out.  Jillian, you and I will not be meeting today.  I fear I would crumble to the ground at the first attempt of a jumping jack.  I can't even lower myself onto the toilet (I get half way there and just fall and hope I land on the seat) let alone do a squat.