As Austin would say, "I'm hick." Translation, I'm sick. Austin was sick earlier in the week, then Jim got sick and then my throat started hurting last night. Now, I'm afraid to say, I think Finn is getting it, too. He puked out his nose last night, which is never a good sign. Then he was congested all last night (not really awake, just fussy and junk in his nose). He ate well for me in the AM, but not so well from the bottle later.
Jim called our doctor while I was at church, just because we have to be extra vigilant any time Finn gets sick. And since this is his first time, we weren't exactly sure what to look for and how proactive (or overprotective) we have to be. She told Jim that Finn only has to go to the hospital if his symptoms warrant it (what a relief!), we can put him back on the monitor (they haven't come to pick it up yet) if it would make us feel better to know he is breathing, especially at night and if we think he needs to go to the hospital, to go and not question ourselves. So, we need to bring him to the hospital if 1. he has a fever that won't go down with Tylenol, 2. he has a dry diaper for more than 12 hours, 3. he has trouble breathing, especially if the skin by his collarbone and belly cave in (that is a sign of lung problems, not just congestion) or 4. he seems to just get worse. She also mentioned not to be overly concerned if he doesn't want to eat much, which I remember from when my sisters were small. My mom always knew when we were feeling better when we'd say, "Mom, I'm hungry!"
That sounds all well and good, but as luck would have it, Jim had to leave today for a two and a half day business trip. That means, I get to figure it out on my own on top of continuing to not feel well myself. Finn does have a doctor appointment on Wednesday, so that makes me feel a little better, although I know a lot can happen in two days. I knew Finn's first cold/sickness was going to be tough, but if he comes out of it with flying colors, it will make us feel so much better about his over all health. So, we'll just have wait, watch and see. If you have an extra prayer available, we'd appreciate it...just to be on the safe side!!
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Nearly half a million babies (1 in 10) are born premature in the US each year which is higher than that of most other developed nations. This is the journeys of our first born son, Finnegan, who was born 14 weeks early and weighed only 1 pound 15 ounces at birth. Of our daugher, Korrigan, who was born a healthy 7 pounds, 7 ounces at 37 weeks. And of our second son, MacKeegan, who was also born at 37 weeks at a whopping 8 pounds, 13 ounces. Our continued adventures reminds us daily how good God is.



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