It's Been Hard Day's Night...I Should Be Sleeping Like A Log...

But I'm not...it is 2:51 a.m. and I have decided that sleep is not in the cards for me at this point so I figured I'd post a little update about Asher...who is currently watching Astro Boy...he's not going to want to leave this place now that he knows he can watch movies in the wee hours of the morning (cool stuff like that would never happen at home!) 

This was my little angel baby pretty much late Tuesday afternoon through Friday night until today when they finally decided that admitting him to the hospital was the best course of action:



And now he looks like this:


Which to me, screams "Really, that thing (i.e. the camera) follows us to the hospital too??"...well of course it does buddy...this is the best mama can do to chronicle your life since we both know your baby book is going to be a complete disappointment to you in the future (thank you babycenter for allowing me to look up the appropriate milestones for a baby ages 1 month and up because I'm pretty sure I never made it past the first few weeks of any of my childrens lives in their respective books)...and of course the second picture above...well, that's him accepting his mother's neuroticism all while plastering that infamous smile on his face.

Things have been pretty much the same here as at home...he doesn't want to eat and he goes back and forth between feeling pretty decent while watching cartoons and coloring, to wanting nothing more than to sleep when his fever creeps back up.  He is NOT happy with the iv site and the board that he has to wear to keep his arm straight.  Normally they like to have the iv site in their hand but after about 40 minutes of insane screaming, pulled lines, headbutting and an overall traumatic experience for all involved, they decided to put it in the crook of his arm. 

Asher is cracking me up right now...he just sat up all happy and said "I found my sicky cup"...he knows how to say sippy cup and has since he learned what one was...but I find his new term appropriate for the time being.

Asher has pretty much been a trooper though...even when he's feeling his worst, he still is very polite and will say "Thanks" for whatever it is you're doing for him...be it rubbing his head or giving him his milk...I on the other hand am handing in my trooper hat when it comes to this thing they call a bed for guests...I have no doubt in my mind that Chris heaved a small sigh of relief when I pretty much forced him to go home and let me stay the night with Asher...because he's had 4 nights of experience on that chair/bed when both Ayris and Asher were born...I, on the other hand always though the hospital bed wasn't that comfortable so really...the chairbed couldn't be that much worse right?  Well I was wrong...I'm pretty sure prison beds are more comfy...and by golly, it makes the bed Asher has feel like I'm sleeping on a cloud...I must admit, for a split second, I wondered how bad it would be if I just swapped beds with the kid...but lucky for him, a mother's love won out...unfortunately for Chris...tomorrow, a father's love is going to win out...I'm just sayin...=)

Little sidenote...I've just heard the song they play when a new baby is born for the 3rd time...so in the past 17 hours, 3 new little babies have been born.  It kind of sucks because its a huge reminder of my other baby boy at home but on the flip side, it's new life and what's not to be happy about that.  I didn't realize they played the music all over the hospital, which just makes me happy...don't you wish we could celebrate life like that always?  Having music stream down from the heavens each time a baby was born?  Obviously that's probably not realistic...the music would never stop but for now, it's a nice little reminder while we're here.  Which reminds me...and this just made me sick to my stomach...there was this little 2 month baby girl screaming outside Asher's room around 11 p.m....turns out, she has a high fever and her mom had to leave to go tuck her other kid in at home...after like an hour of the little girls crying, it was killing me not to run out there and try to console her myself...I made a comment to the nurse about how I wouldn't be able to leave my baby if they were in that condition and she said that there are tons of parents who bring their kids to Peds and leave them alone in the hospital for their entire stay...the nurses end up having to call them and say, "Ok, you can come pick up your kid now"...she also said that a friend of hers in another state that works at a hospital told her that there are parents who know that all they have to do is say that their child has a fever and they have to be admitted to the hosiptal for 48 hours before they can be released so these parents will call in on a Friday night or Holiday weekend...drop their kid off for two days and then come back and get them when they call.  Can you even imagine a parent like that?  That makes me sick to think there are children around the world sitting in hospital rooms all by themselves because their parents should have never been parents in the first place.  It's just not right.  The nurse did say that their are parents that just don't have the help who need to go home when they have other kids and no other resources but she also said those are the parents who are calling 10 times to check in on the kid that is in the hospital.  I can't imagine not having the ability to have at least one parent...Chris or myself at the hospital at all times with Asher.  So for that, I am SO thankful to all of the grandparents who are helping out and doling out love to Ayris and Adler.  But I'm still sick about all of the other kids out there...this is another one of those "I could NEVER be God" moments...I don't know how he can handle seeing all the bad crap like this in the world.  I have decided that in these cases, ignorance is bliss...I don't like knowing that baby birds fall out of trees and die when people like Ayris doesn't find them and get them back in the nest...just like I now hate knowing that there are some really suckass parents in the world...I prefer not to have proof of these depressing things...

On another sidenote and to get off that subject, I am gaining weight during my stay...I can just feel the fat accumulating.  I was super excited to find out that I could order off of Asher's menu as long as I paid for my meal with a credit card...seriously, if you're in the mood for the best pizza ever...this hospital has it.  I told Chris that I might just be the first person in history to start ordering out from the local hospital on random nights when trying to figure out what's for dinner (Yeah, honey, can you just swing by Fairview on your way home from work and pick up some pizza?)...you think I'm kidding...I am so not.  The pizza is that good.

Okay, this has taken me a good hour to write already in between switching out movies, getting milk, having Asher pee in a portable urinal (seriously, boys get ALL the perks!), trying to scoop out really big boogers that my naked eye is unable to see but that Asher INSISTS is there and administering more motrin...I honestly thought I'd be getting good sleep tonight!  But Asher is tired so I'll end for now...I'll leave you with some things Ayris has said lately that I had jotted down on the blog earlier in the week before things got so crazy.

(As she was trying to find my heartbeat on my chest)  Mom...I think your heart is taking a nap right now because it's not beating.  (LUCKILY, I am not really a vampire or dead at all...she just wasn't listening in the right place!)

Ayris:  Mom, why did you put that swimsuit on to go outside?
Me:  So I could get a bit more color than this pasty white I'm currently sporting.
Ayris:  More color?
Me:  Yeah, a tan.
Ayris:  What's a tan?
Me:  Where your skin gets a little darker than it normally is.
Ayris.  Oh, I don't want your skin darker...I want it to stay all blonde.

AND, my favorite...as we were on our way to pick up Chris from the airport, Ayris just randomly says "I can't wait to be a mommy so I can take a vacation anytime I want!"

At which point, I was confused about what "mommy" she's been hanging around...because last I checked, this mommy hadn't had a vacation in a while.

I did prod a little more into her very confused mind (mommies taking vacations???  It's unheard of!) and asked why she thought she'd be able to take a vacation anytime she wanted when she had kids...because what would she do with the kids?  "Well bring them with...DUH MOM" (as a side note, this child has starting saying DUH and WHATEVER MOM...I'm NOT digging that...last night she called something "Lame" and I was like, where you'd learn that?  And she goes "I heard it from you mom, DUH"...I will admit to probably using the word lame (after all, it's not a bad word, it just sounded funny coming from HER) but pretty sure I left the words DUH and WHATEVER back in my junior high days...and I would have been fine living out the rest of my life never being on the receiving end of hearing them again...Bleh...do words make a comeback like clothes do or have they just never gone out of style to begin with?  Like being past down from generation to generation...??? 

Back to bringing the kids with...OBVIOUSLY the child and I have very different ideas of what a vacation is...My idea: Bringing the kids with = EVERYDAY LIFE/INSANITY...she isn't old enough to realize that it's not a vacation if the kids come with!  At least not when they are this little...I do find myself wanting them to be just a few years older though so we could go to the Atlantis Resort/other various family vacation spots...I was already telling Chris that this time next year might just be a fine time to do that...at least with Ayris and Asher anyway.

Ok, enough for tonight, after one last picture of Asher...as hard as the poor kid tries to be happy and upbeat, you can just see the "sick" in his eyes: