On my toes

Well, I've resumed my status as not a good blogger again. I'm busy and I'm tired. I've finally figured out a decent balance in life again, about time since Atticus is 15 weeks on Monday! But between two boys, a booming business, a house, and an adamant attempt at trying to get back in shape, blogging has taken a back seat.

Atticus is doing wonderful, he is very laid back and go with the flow. Still sleeping through the night, I usually get from about 8pm-5:30am uninterrupted, although a few times he has busted out of his swaddle which wakes him up, but a reswaddle and wticking the plug that is a pacifier back in seems to put him right back to sleep. He is nursing anywhere from every 1.5 to every 4 hours during the day, and napping decent in the morning if hes in the swing and questionably at best in the afternoon. Honestly though, the kid can eat and nap whenever the hell he wants if he keeps sleeping at night! He is getting really good at holding up his head, and still rolls from belly to back. He also thinks diaper changes are the hotness, and giggles and coos the whole time. I keep trying to remind myself to enjoy every bit of this because we are rapidly approaching that stage where milestones happen one after the other. From 4-9 months Finn started rolling both ways, sitting, crawling, and then walking.

Onto Finn. This kid is going to take YEARS off of my life. The other day we were at the park, he came up to me, and said he wanted to go home. I said ok, and started getting my shit together, he turns around, and it looks like he fell. I hand A to my girlfriend (I was with a handful of mommy firmness), and bend down to help Finn up and tell him he's ok, when I realize he is completely limp. Roll him over, and he is seriously disoriented and glassy eyed. I yell 'Shit, get my phone!' and call 911. He then proceeds to completely pass out, totally unconscious, for about 15 seconds. Then goes back to the glassy eyed, disoriented state. Paramedics come, check him out, let him cool off in the ambulance. They think probably over heated (it was 10am, but already pushing 90 degrees). We are released to go home (no hospital trip necessary). I take him to the ped the next morning and they are pretty sure he has inherited my lovely vasovagal response (thanks Dad!) and that its harmless. But just to be safe and cover all of our bases, they want to do an EEG to rule out possible seizure disorders. A sleep deprived EEG. So this Wed night, I get to keep Finn up until 11pm . Then put him to bed, and have to wake him up at 3am. 3AM. Seriously. And keep him awake until we get to the hospital at 8am. You've got to be freaking kidding me. This kid may wake up early naturally, but when he's asleep he sleeps like a BEAR (another trait he inherited from his mother). I'm not looking forward to this. Once we get to the hospital I think it will be a piece of cake. EEG is non-invasive, I had one as a child, also after I started displaying my lovely vasovagal response. We aren't really talking about his EEG with him yet, I think I'll wait until the day before and then talk it up big for him. He has ZERO concept of days right now. Everything is 'next Tuesday'. He'll peepee next Tuesday, he'll see Grandma next Tuesday, Uncle Josh is coming next Tuesday, etc. So talking about it now would do him no good. And honestly, I don't want to scare him. Everyone is 99% sure its nothing, and just being cautious (which I appreciate), so I'm really not worried. And if you ask him what happened a the park it goes something like this - "Well, I was playing with my friends at the park and I fell down, so I had to call the am-bu-lance. They help people" LOL. This kid seriously gives me a run for my money! Beyond all of this though, Finn is doing well, talking all.the.time. and very busy :) Oh to be three again!