Update on Life, Wyatt & Pregnancy #2

So the last 8 weeks have kind of flown by.  I blinked and now I'm 18 weeks pregnant!  It has been SO so busy the last couple of months that I barely have time to breathe.  This is what we've been up to...

Our driveway was torn out & Wyatt was in little boy heaven watching those big trucks work

 A new driveway was poured, including a side patio and sidewalk that goes all the way around the house, eee!!  And we LOVE it! 

New driveway... which will now fit FOUR cars!

 Sidewalk on the side of the house... which is awesome because now all the stray cats will have to find a new place to poop.

 Covered patio area... I have a few things on the honey-do list for this area :)

 Patio area next to covered patio area...

 Back of the house with the sidewalk that wraps around

And every new driveway needs a new gate right? :)

The gate guy was awesome and customized it for us with a door in the middle and a 'B'.  

I love my 'B'.

 Wyatt helped water the plants as we fixed the flower beds back up

 and we left our mark.

The week our driveway was put in was hellishly hot, so Wyatt had to stay inside a lot.  Which resulted in him getting cabin fever.  Bad.  So the day after the driveway was poured I said screw it and let him out.  He played with the hose on the front porch for about 30 minutes before walking back to the door to let me know he wanted back inside.  He was super warm and his skin was pretty red from being overheated so I took down a fan and set it on the floor for him to cool off.  He sat in front of that fan and scooted as close as I would let him and then just enjoyed the cool air.  I turned on a movie for him and he stayed in front of that fan for a solid 30 minutes before he was cooled down enough to run around the house.  I had NO idea it would take him that long to cool back down!  I'm pretty sure he thinks it was worth it though :)

 Every evening, if it's cool enough, we'll go outside for an hour or so and Wyatt just loves it.  He's definitely an outdoors kinda kid.

 As a belated birthday present {because I forgot it was in the closet... oops!}  Wyatt got a ball pit.
  Every child should get a ball pit.  These things are amazingly fun and when it's your own kid playing in it, you don't have to worry about all the germs!  Bonus!

 On June 24th, when I was almost 15 weeks pregnant, I went & had a cerclage put in.  Since everything was so out of control with my last pregnancy, my dr. decided that it would be a good idea to be proactive and try to prevent a repeat.  He said "It's better to do this and not need it, than not do it and have needed it."  I couldn't agree more!  

We were at the hospital SO. LONG.  We got there at 10:40, about 10 minutes “late”, but my dr. had said to just arrive between 10:30 and 11:00 so I thought we were fine.  As we pulled into the parking lot, a nurse called to make sure we were coming, and then I was sent up to pre-op in a wheelchair {a tad overkill if you ask me} without my paperwork because they’d been waiting on me.  Whoops!  Then of course the nurses in pre-op were annoyed and confused as to why I was sent up without any paperwork, but after a second they stopped talking to the lady that brought me up, told me not to worry about it and brought me to a room to get changed.  The two nurses that attended to me there were SUPER nice and when I was taken over to surgery, the one that was still in the room hugged me and wished me luck with everything.  When I got to surgery, the anesthesiologist had to do the spinal 2x and that really sucked.  She said I have tight vertebra or something.  I’m just glad it didn’t hurt the second time!  The procedure literally took 5 minutes and I was wheeled over to one recovery room for like an hour.  Then I was moved to a different recovery where they let Jared come back with me.  I was STARVING because it was almost 2 and I hadn’t eaten all day so the nurses hooked me up with a turkey sandwich.  It was one of the best turkey sandwiches I have ever eaten in my life… which is saying something.  Around 3 I was really ready to be out of that place but the nurses said that I had to pee before I could leave.  I was drinking water like it was my job and around 3:30 I was ready for my pee attempt.  I sat on the side of the bed for a few minutes and could tell that my butt was still super numb so I was a little nervous to stand up.  With the help of Jared and 2 nurses, I made it to the bathroom where I sat for 5 minutes willing myself to pee already.  But it was a no go.  So I slugged my way back to the bed where I chugged water and willed feeling back into body for the next hour.  Around 5 I tried again and this time I could walk to the bathroom without holding on to anyone.  And I peed.  It was the longest pee of my life.  I was still a little numb so I just sat there for like a solid minute, maybe more, while all of the water emptied out of my bladder.  It was a little ridiculous.  After I flushed I heard the nurse asking if I had been successful and I think we were all happy that I had been… seeing as I was the only person in recovery that they were waiting on so they could go home, haha.  I quickly changed, was given discharge paperwork and was wheeled to the front to go home.  Jared was beyond happy to be going home.  He was super bored.

When Jared and I got back home, we discovered Wyatt playing in the kitty litter, er, horse shoe pits in my inlaws backyard.  I was not happy to find him in them since I feel like I have been pretty clear on the fact I don’t want him in there.  The stray cats in the area pee/poo in them and it’s a skin infection waiting to happen.  Jared had to wash Wyatt with a hose 3x before he was clean enough to come inside, then he was showered and finally given a bleach bath.  That night Wyatt was up almost every hour crying.  As the week went on he became more and more fussy and irritable and was consistently waking up between 11p-12a and 4-5a.  Jared and I were exhausted and felt like we had a newborn in the house again.  I wasn’t sure if this was an infection in the works, or if he was over-stimulated from all the family being in town {for my inlaws 50^th anniversary party} or if it was from him overheating or if he was going through a growth spurt, or, or, or… there were way too many variables.  But on the evening of the 30^th, Wyatt had a gigillion blisters all over his legs.  4 the size of quarters.  I popped 8-9 of them.  He was in quite a bit of pain and Tylenol wasn’t really helping at all so I broke out the morphine.  It’s been over 2 years since I’ve had to use it, but I felt like it was really necessary.  Unfortunately, he’d been screaming for so long at this point, that about 10 minutes later he puked it all up.  We decided that he was going to the dr. first thing in the morning.  He woke up in the middle of the night and a lot of the blistering on his legs had started healing, but the tops of his little feet were now completely covered in blisters.  We gave him more benedryl and a bottle and he was able to go back to sleep.  When morning came, I let him wake up on his own, which was around 8:45.  I dressed him and we went straight to the hospital.  Unfortunately, Wyatt’s primary dr.’s residency ended the beginning of June and he had gone back to Texas, so we saw someone that was completely unfamiliar with Ichthyosis.  The benefit, is we got what we wanted, no questions asked.   

Within 2 doses of the antibiotics Wyatts cheerful demeanor began returning and after a few days he was completely back to normal.  Jared is going to make covers for the horse shoe sand pits so that there’s no way something like this can happen again.

In the middle of all of the cerclage/infection drama, my in-laws celebrated their 50th anniversary.  Jared and his 8 siblings threw a party for them & it was so fun to see family & friends that we haven't seen in awhile {and some that I had never even met before!}  It was a really nice party and my in-laws looked like they couldn't have been prouder of their kids or felt more loved.

 

For the 4^th of July, there was still a little bit of family in town.  One of my nieces had had her birthday party earlier in the week and my sister in law still had the bouncy house from the party, so they brought that over and set it up in my in-laws backyard, we BBQ’d and just hung out with family and a few friends.  It was 97 degrees that day, but luckily it cooled off a lot and Wyatt was able to play outside from 5:30 on.  It helps that the backyard gets a ton of shade in the late afternoon/early evening.  Wyatt LOVED the bouncy house and being outside with his cousins.  He took a 3.5 hour nap that day, and I let him so that he would be able to stay up a little bit for fireworks.  We bathed him at 7 and by the time we came back out, it was starting to get dark and fireworks had started going off.  Whenever Wyatt heard a bang he would say “wooooaaahhhh” and look for the lights in the sky.  He was so mesmerized by the fireworks.  He sat on my lap the whole time and just leaned back to watch them all.  At one point I tried sitting him down so I could take a picture of him and he kind of freaked and ran back to me.  I guess the fireworks didn’t scare him as long as I was holding on to him.  Around 9:30 I asked him Night night? And he said night night, so Jared and I brought him inside and tucked him in.  He rolled over to his side and was out like a light.  That night he slept the entire night without waking up.  The first time that had happened in over two weeks.

Everyone has now gone home and life is starting to slow down a little and get back to normal.  It's so nice to be back into a routine.  Wyatt's back to being his happy spunky little self and I've enjoyed watching him be creative with his toys.

 He did that ^ pattern with no prompting from me at all!  Every night he plays with those rings in the tub and they always face the same direction, but he'll do different patterns.  Either no same colors touching, or something like this.

This is his 'cheese' face.  Best. Face. Ever.

 The other day Wyatt squeezed orange juice for his first time & he loved every second of it, including drinking the juice after.  I love having an orange tree!

 This is me, last Sunday at 17 weeks.  I'm about the same size now as I was at 22 weeks with Wyatt, so I'm nervous about how ginormous I'm going to get with this pregnancy.

 And finally, this is the most recent ultrasound I have of Duke.  It's way back from when I was just 10.5 weeks along.  I have another ultrasound on Friday and I can't WAIT to see my little guy!

I'm starting to teach Wyatt that he's going to have a little brother but it's hard to get the concept across.  For now, he just pulls up my shirt, rubs my belly and says "baby".  I love him.