August:: The month of sickness..

Santos had been dabbling in walking. He would walk along the couch and took maybe 2 steps at a time toward me before sitting again. Well, on August 3rd (while daddy was away on business and we were visiting my parents) Santos walked to his Granny. He took a good 4 or 5 steps and walked from the table he was clutching all the way to Granny who was sitting on the couch.

We went back to the doctor on the 9th. I noticed he was coughing more and I just didn't like how he sounded. She gave us the all clear and said that it was just another cold coming back. Two days later, I was convinced something was wrong. I was up all night with him listen to him trying to breathe. He was wheezing and taking really shallow breaths and I was freaking out. I was still up with him by 7am so I put him in the car and brought him to his pediatrician.

They gave him 3 doses of a nebulizer and let me borrow one to continue the treatments at home.

I took this photo thinking he looked better and sent it to the family. Looking at it now, they must have been so worried. Plus, holy crap he must have looked terrible for me to think this was looking better! But he was eating there so that was a good sign. He didn't even want to nurse before we went back to the doctor. :-(

AS the hours went by, I didn't really hear much improvement in his breathing and by the time Gabe got home from work, I decided that he wasn't any better and that we should take him back to his pediatrician. They not only did the nebulizer twice more, but they hooked him up to oxygen. :( He was well enough for them to not "have to call an ambulance" but we needed to bring him to the hospital for overnight observation.

The. Worst. Night. of my life...

I won't share every gory detail, but a few of the "highlights" were that they poked him over 10 times trying to inset an iv, which they finally took him away to inset it into his head only to have it fall out and they tried again (in his head again) and then finally gave up. I slept in the crib with him. He got more steroids and breathing treatments, several blood tests, and a chest x-ray.

Final diagnosis was broncialitis (sp?), and by the morning, he was breathing MUCH better and had a little appetite and was able to go home.

He now has his own nebulizer.

On to more fun things! SO glad that is all over with and he hasn't been sick since (Knock on wood).

He's adorable, isn't he?


He's on to big boy food now. Don't bother with the jar stuff unless it's mixed with a ton of oatmeal for his morning breakfast, but other than that, no way Jose!
He went to Johnny's first Birthday party and made some new friends in the pool:

Then he went to Malcolm's first birthday party:

Where he discovered his HATRED for swings...

but enjoyed hanging out with his new buddy :-)

A few other things that happened this month were his sippy cup skills:


and his walking by the end of the month was pretty good! A little like he was drunk, but still quite mobile.