... of a hopeful recovery

"Hey you. Phone home."

Just kidding. I'm sure no one at home wants to hear from you. More just kidding! Of course they do! Instead of me phoning all of our homes, I am here with another blog full of updates and pictures. You're welcome, grandmas and grandpas :)

We went to the doctor yesterday and found out that our Bug has Bronchitis. He's been a relatively happy guy to have such a big illness. You'd actually never know if you saw him, until he started coughing right in your face. We really try to cover his mouth and turn him away from people when he does this, but then we end up with the germs on our hands and are not usually somewhere that we can readily wash them. Which is why I presume that I caught his illness and iron man Quinn has been feeling little traces of it.

So when the doctor heard his cough and heard that he was coughing so hard he was waking himself up and throwing up his food, he suggested antibiotics and a nebulizer. If you don't know what that is (I'd heard the word before, but wouldn't have been able to explain it to you), it's an aerosol breathing machine. You put medicine (Albuterol) into it and it steams it out so it can be breathed in in order to make the coughs more productive and get all that mucus out of the chest. Children have to use a face mask instead of a mouthpiece, which might actually be more complicated. I mean, Abram will put anything in his mouth, but putting anything on his face or his head is very difficult, because he wants to pull it off and examine it... and then put it in his mouth. So I had to show him that it wasn't scary before we tried to use it on him.

Which he thought was pretty funny and used his newly acquired pointing skills to make fun of me.

He was actually kind of interested at first.

Until he wanted to take it off and put it in his mouth.

We were supposed to do it for 5 minutes and we made it off and on for 4. Hope that was sufficient for the first time. Not sure it's going to get easier, so we may have to attempt to do it when he's sleeping.

So hopefully we will see the end of this nasty illness in this house soon... although I may have to go to the doctor before that can happen... we shall see.

In other news, we have officially stopped giving Abram baby food. It really was so much easier to do baby food. I always knew that I had something to feed him that he would like and it would go relatively quickly. Now I have to actually make stuff for him. Maybe if I'd been making my own baby food this whole time, table food would seem easier. But in comparison to jarred baby food, it's significantly more work. So he's been eating what I eat, or maybe vice versa. If he ate what I really ate (before) we'd be having chic-fil-a and french fries from various locations every day. But of course I want to avoid that with him, so I've been eating better because of it. The other day we had vegetable and lentil soup (we both really liked it) and yesterday we had spinach and chicken quesadillas.

So let me show you why this type of feeding takes a lot longer than baby food.

First he has to think about whether he wants to take a bite.

Then he chomps down with now well-used 8 front teeth.

Then he takes the bite out of his mouth.

Then he examines it for himself and shows it to me.

And then it usually goes back into his mouth. The stuff that doesn't makes it all the way through the whole process is vacuumed up.

Depending on what it is, of course.

So hopefully he will start to get a more broad palette and I won't have to be so particular with what I feed him. But for now, it's pretty good that we are both eating relatively well and I'm sure our Habibi is happy getting less french fries from Mom as well.

Speaking of Habibi, we have less then two weeks until we will get to start using the proper pronoun! What do you think? Boy or girl? Lots of morning sickness, horrible complexion that's not clearing up, barely showing yet, seems to be a little higher than Abram, no weight gain... yet. We are torn because it would obviously be fun to have one of both and I could make way more cute clothes for a girl than a boy. But with a boy, we wouldn't have to buy a whole new wardrobe and the boys could be built in best friends... Hmmm... Well I guess only time will tell!