My Princes

Max - The Prince of Whining and Complaining
Max started Thursday morning by vomiting Wednesday's dinner onto our bed. Nice. He then had nothing in his little belly so the rest of the vomiting was stomach acid. This caused us some concern, not knowing how long it would last. I called the Dr. to get her opinion. The receptionist told me that the clinic was closed for the day because the EIGHT INCHES OF SNOW that accumulated the day and night before made it impossible for people to park anywhere in town, the streets weren't plowed and the busses weren't running. Paul was already planning to stay with me in the morning to take care of the boys so I could go get my hair cut. (So much for that. I finally got to go today, despite the fact that the power was out all over town. I came home with cold, wet, but very cute hair. The power came back on shortly after I got home so I got to have a shower and dry my hair.)

Anyway, the receptionist recommended that we take Max to the ER, which also serves as the only walk-in medical clinic in town. I've been there far too many times. I hesitated to go but she said to go ahead. Paul dropped us off and drove around town with Marty asleep in the truck. We waited a long long long time. Long enough for Max to perk up and show the Doctor just how sick he did not feel. Great. And he would't pee into the cup for me either. How embarassing. The Doc was gracious though. Smirked a little, but still gracious.

Although he perked up, Max was still clearly not well. He moped around the suite the rest of the day. On Friday both boys were so grumpy I took them out for a long walk. When we got back to the suite again Max started saying "Not like this house. Go home Mommy, go home." Poor boy. We all wanted to go home. Which we got to do on Saturday, which was so nice. All day Saturday he was still lethargic and complaining of a sore tummy. Poor little boy ... except that we started to doubt his discomfort. Over the few days he really was sick, he became increasingly whiny, needy, clingy. Then on Sunday morning he puked again! Then I felt bad for not having much sympathy for him. He tried the same tricks again today but was clearly much healthier. He ate lots more and spent more time upright. What a long story to tell you that Max was sick and now he's getting better. We've told him that we will not talk to him when he is whining and that seems to be working very well. He's still pretty tired and emotionally touchy, but hopefully a few more days at home and back into some kind of routiine will snap him out of it.

Marty ... The Boob Prince. He's been feeling crummy for several weeks, from a cold and teething and another cold. The travel and upheaval have made it worse, I'm sure. Over the last few days he has suddenly realized that he can't live a minute without me. If I walk out of the room, he's sure I'm gone forever. He's a much more miserable tooth grower than Max was. He gets bright red, hot cheeks and chin. He vehemently fought both naps today and didn't fully settle for the night until about an hour ago. I had to go out so Paul took care of him. I came home to find Marty cocooned in a blanket in Paul's arms. He finally gave up. I sure hope he's done for the night. Looking forward to this phase ending. Very soon. I need to get serious about teaching him to sleep through the night, but at this point it's just easier to give him what he wants. My chiropractor tsk tsk'd me today for falling asleep in the chair while nursing him. I could hardly keep myself upright to get down the hallway to his room and she expects me to stay awake?! He constantly wants to nurse but ooften just has a little snack and then tries to do gymnastics - while still latched on. (Melea - he must have been watching Noah last summer!)

I have now missed church on the first week of February, March, and April. Here's hoping May will see us happy and healthy.