I love blog-stalking

I love blog-stalking (almost as much as I love getting comments from my own blog-stalkers…)… see, I got a comment today (yoo hoo… Alicia!!) and I followed her link to her blog and look at this cool idea I found… 25 Days til Christmas Socks (scroll down once you go to the link). What a neat idea!  And it’d be pretty useful for all those mis-matched pairs of socks that the dryer-monster eats (where the h&ll do those socks go anyway??). 

Now, I’m going to shout out to all of my blog stalkers… I know you’re reading.  I get occasional emails from people, finding out that some people have even been following my blog since I was pregnant with Porter (ahem.. ahem… Kristina & little Olivia….).  I love getting comments from people, don’t feel odd or stalker-ish (ok, we’re ALL stalkers… aren’t we??).  So, here’s my challenge… POST a comment… if you’re reading, I know you are… I get hundreds of views each day… but very few comments.  Who are you?  I’d love to hear from you all… even those of you who I know, either from online or ‘in real life’.  Where are my commenters?  Show me some love!! 

So… moving on… whats new.

Today we went to church!  YAY.  Haven’t been there in FOREVER.  See, they used to have fusion (aka, "service" at more traditional churches) at 9:30 and 11:15, and that was right in the middle of P’s naps.   Today, he woke up at 7am (ohhh… after a hellish night… more about that later…) and went down fairly early for his morning nap (9:30… early for him…) and I woke him up just before we had to leave.  AHHH. I love going to church. I forget how much I love going until I get back there.  Its so easy to slide and say "Ohh I have so much to do… I could get a lot done if I just stay in my pj’s all day and do laundry and clean the house"…

About my hellish night… UGH.

See, yesterday Porter didn’t eat very well during the day.  He woke up from his afternoon nap really cranky.  He had a diaper rash (red, raised bumps) and one bigger bump on his back (about half the size of a dime) and it was red and raised.  His cheeks and nose and chin had been red and rashy looking too. 

We put him to bed at 7pm, since he was so cranky, and he was up again at 8:30 or 9 bawling.  I rocked him back to sleep and he was up again in half an hour.  Ryan got him this time, and brought him downstairs.  His hand had red spots on the top of it. Ryan wanted to take him into the ER… but I felt kind of dumb going and saying "Uh.. my baby has a diaper rash… and few spots on his hand and back"

I racked my brain to think of what new things he had eaten that day.  He had canaloupe and some freeze dried strawberreis (which I had read not to give berries to babies under 12 mo for the fact that they’re a high allergen food, but it was a Gerber food product, so I figured they wouldn’t make it if it wasn’t safe for babies… right?)… anyway, my mom told me to give him Benadryl.

Now, after all this happening this week with Teegan, I was scared out of my mind to put him to bed with a new medicine.  I was scared just because he was acting so weird.  So, Ryan went to get Benadryl at the store, and I posted to my awesome ladies on Scrapjazz.  Karen (kacomi) called her doctor sister and got the correct dosage for a 9month old, and most everyone thought P had a case of the hives and was probably allergic to the strawberries (who knew so many kids were allergic!!).  I gave him the dosage and put him to bed.  Then, Kim called (err… phoned) me from Canada and we chatted about babies and being sick and all that for a bit, and after chatting with her for awhile I realized Porter was upstairs STILL screaming in bed.

I ended my phone conversation, and it was about 11pm at this time.  I rocked him  back to sleep and within 15 minutes he was screaming again.  I rocked him again, giving him a 4oz bottle- getting desperate… and he went back to sleep.  About 5 minutes later he was screaming again.  I sat in the rocker with him for awhile, and he kept waking up every 10-15 minutes, and he’d cry for about 1 minute then fall back asleep. (however, when I put him in bed, when he cried he’d just keep crying).  So, I was getting exhausted at this point, so I brought him to bed with me, thinkig maybe he just wanted to be close to us.  I’d get him to sleep, and he’d wake up… repeat… repeat… repeat… repeat…. So I finally went back into his room and attempted to sleep sitting up in his rocker… we spent over an hour going from sleeping to restless and crying back to sleeping.  Finally, around 3am I got him to sleep for good, and put him in bed.  UGH.  What a night.

Hmm.. anything else?  Sorry to go on such a hiatus for so long and then come back with so much to say…

Oh… a YIPPEE for me… I’m done Christmas shopping. I ordered the last few things today from Amazon.com.  I do have a few things to return.. bought them and changed my mind and bought different gifts… but other than that, I’m done!! YAY!! Next year I might just order everything online… so much easier.