Once again I’ve gone too long without updating. And I have a whole agenda of stuff to record! I’ll list it out for you so you can skip to the paragraphs that you want to hear about:
- Gramme’s Birthday
- 1st Minnesota Machine game of the season
- Kris’s grandfather
- 38 week appointment
- Sick Jamesy
- Potty training
OK, up first is Gramme’s birthday. Her birthday was Saturday and Krystle and the kids and I had lunch with her to celebrate. The kids insisted that she sit in between them of course which I don’t think Gramme minded. After lunch we took a walk around our hometown, checking out some of the local shops and stopping at the city park for some play time. The kids loved the play time of course. A new park to play at is always fun! And this park has a merry-go-round which none of the parks near our house have. Krystle was spinning the kids on there when James started sliding off. Krystle was trying to slow it down when off he went flying, rolling onto the ground. He jumped up and said “I’m OK!” and wanted back on. I watched this all unfold from a nearby park bench and could not stop laughing. I know, I’m a great mother. It was just all so funny! Of course I was only laughing because he was obviously fine. A while later Gramme went over and gave all three of them a ride. Krystle was naueseous and dizzy after that! And then the kids wanted one more ride. Krystle had them sitting cross-legged around a pole with their arms around the pole too to make sure there would be no more flying around. And then she got them going pretty fast. Of course that’s when James said “all done!” and let go!! Luckily Krystle and Gramme got it slowed down fast enough that James didn’t tumble off again. That was enough park time after that and we walked back to our vehicles and said our good-byes. It was a great afternoon.
Saturday night was the first Minnesota Machine game of the season. The kids were excited to see Daddy out on the football field and had to point him out as soon as they spotted him. We found seats on the home team side next to friends of ours (Mike’s mom Kathy, Erica and Mike’s wife Sarah). The kids liked sitting high up in the bleachers. They made me a little nervous of course. There was no chance they’d fall through them but they could still fall down them, especially when they insisted on standing on the edge of them. I was constantly pulling them back, having them sit, etc. It was a good game and the Machine won 50-0! The kids actually watched some of the game. Annika decided #25 was her favorite player and had to know where she was at all times. The kids were most interested in the tackling though, especially if a player was slow to get up. James thought the player was hurt whenever she was tackled but I told him she was only hurt if she stayed on the ground after everyone else got up. There were a few instances of that. One machine player tore her ACL and meniscus while another has a high ankle sprain. The other team didn’t fare too well either as their players always seemed to be on the ground! At half time we made a bathroom and concession stand run. The kids were excited to have a little bag of popcorn and a small bag of chips to munch on. They got a little squirrelly during the second half but that half was much faster too since the Machine were running the ball a lot more often to eat up clock. After the game I let the kids loose on the field telling them they could run all over the whole thing. And they did. They’d be on opposite sides, in opposite end zones and sprinting all over the place. When they did meet, they had to tackle each other. They both had blades of artificial turf grass all over them. Pretty soon I’d had enough and Kris helped me wrangle them back to the truck and we headed home while he went to the after party. I hate missing the fun stuff. Boo! Ah well, at least the kids fell asleep on the way home so it was a quiet drive. Of course then I had to carry them both from the truck upstairs to their beds. They’re heavy for this nine month pregnant lady! The next Machine game is this weekend in St. Louis. We’re on the fence if Kris is going to go or not. Past experience tell us I won’t be having a baby this weekend or at all until I’m induced, but if I did go into labor he’d be a 10 hour drive away with no access to a car (a team bus is bringing them down). Of course he doesn’t want to miss the game but you know, he’d rather not miss the birth either. Decisions, decisions…
Right as the Machine game ended Saturday night Nana called us to tell us Kris’s grandfather (Papa’s dad) had a stroke and was being airlifted to St. Mary’s in Rochester. They were on their way there and would call us with news later. Yikes! The news later was a little better – he was OK, being moved to the ICU, monitored, etc. Sunday morning Kris rode down to Rochester with Dusty while I took the kids to Sunday school and church. We weren’t sure if we should bring the kids down or not but when I called Kris after church he said to come down. Carrie and Adam and Isak had driven up from Iowa and we could at least see them. We got to Rochester about 2:30pm that afternoon and went up to see Great Grandpa. He was awake, alert (having already told the nurses his best “most believable” Army stories) but of course tired and weak and he was having some difficulty with his left side. We spent most of the day at the hospital in and out of his room and the family waiting rooms. When we left later that evening he was calming down and we hoped he’d get some sleep that night (which ultimately was not to be after a bad reaction to some Ambien). It sounds like he’s doing a bit better now and has started some physical therapy. I’m not sure what this will mean long term. He lives alone after Great Grandma died last summer. I’m not sure if that’s an option for him any longer or not, or at least not without some home health support maybe. It was nice to see Carrie and Adam and some of the extended family though. We don’t get to see them often. It’s too bad it took a tragedy to bring us together.
Yesterday was my 38 week doctor appointment. All’s good there. Feel free to skip this if you don’t want to know the details. Blood pressure is excellent at 108/58. Weight was steady. She looked at my swelling in my ankles and said that’s normal for someone carrying as low as I am. (The baby is super, super low this time around.) She did an internal check and found that I was 2 cm dilated and she swept my membranes. Only 10-20% of the time does that put women into labor however. She said if it will, it would be in the next 24-48 hours. So far, not in labor. It didn’t work with either of my other pregnancies so I’m going to assume that won’t work this time either. We did another non-stress test and that was good too. Pretty uneventful. I’m controlling my gestational diabetes quiet well with diet so I’ll probably avoid insulin at this point. I go back again next Tuesday morning for my 39 week appointment.
Last night I heard Annika crying out from her room around 2am. I thought she was yelling something about Dagur but when I went investigating I found she was yelling that Jamesy was sick and throwing up. On his bed. Yuck. I called for Kris to bring a towel and while I held and comforted and wiped up James, Kris took care of changing the bedding. James seemed to be OK, not feverish, so I rocked him for a bit and put him back in his bed. Sure enough about an hour later he came into our room and as we were headed back to the rocking chair he started throwing up again. This time it was on me as I was carrying him. Great. I changed my pajamas, cleaned him up again with another towel and brought him into bed with me (and a towel) so I could keep an eye on him. He was up again one more time throwing up but then slept peacefully the rest of the night (which wasn’t long of course as it was getting late the last time he was up). I was exhausted though. I don’t sleep well with a wiggly child next to me or the constant awakenings. So when my alarm went off this morning I turned it off, called my car pool buddy and told him I was working from home today and then I went back to bed. And this morning James was just fine. He ate a huge breakfast, is busy playing and seems no worse for wear. Hopefully it was a very temporary stomach bug.
And one last Jamesy update. He’s about 95% potty trained! Yay Jamesy! He’s pretty much day trained and now only wears underwear during the day. There’s still an accident here or there when he gets too busy playing to stop and go to the bathroom but those are becoming more infrequent. It’s so nice not having to change his diapers anymore! I’m still diligent about bringing a change of clothes with me and leaving it in the truck just in case. So far it hasn’t been needed. And while he still wears diapers at night more often than not they are dry too when he wakes up. We’ve started re-using them rather than throwing them away. We still have half a jumbo pack of unused diapers that we’ll either give away or save for the new baby. I’m so proud of my little man! He’s not too far past 3 and potty trained. Right on track for a boy I suppose. Now I’m just hoping he doesn’t regress when the baby is born.
OK, this is one long update. I better stop here. Maybe next time I shouldn’t wait so long, huh?