Well, here we are on the eve of Ashton's first birthday and we are on day 6 of his quarantine. No lie. You see Ashton woke up with a fever and cold like symptoms on Tuesday morning. And Wednesday morning. And Thursday morning. At that point we went to see the pediatrician.
As the doctor was looking him over, nothing exciting happened...until he looked in Ashton's throat. A long and drawn out, "OOOOhhhh" was his remark. That is not a remark that you want to hear from your doctor. The pediatrician informed me that Ashton had several rather large sores in his throat and that he had the hand-foot-mouth virus. Fabulous.
He then continued to tell me all about it and specifically how long it would/could last. I was warned that Ashton could have a fever for 10 days! That he would be contagious up to 3 days AFTER the fever was gone! And that he would likely get sores on the outside of his mouth and on his hands and feet. Other than the sores in his throat and the discomfort of a long-term fever, Ash would be fine.
Perfect timing for the first week of school and the day before we are supposed to visit family in Houston. So, in an instant our entire weekend was flipped upside down.
This is Ashton on Friday morning. He woke up with his right eye swollen and red and a sore on his lip and a few on his chin. This picture does not do the pitiful-ness justice, poor guy looked like he had been beat up.
Despite this crazy virus, Ashton has been in rather good spirits all things considered. He was finally fever free today so I am hopeful that he will be at school for his first day on Wednesday. Fingers crossed.
And praise the Lord, everyone else in the family is healthy and in the clear.
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Sunday, September 4, 2011
Under Quarantine
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Sick Day
Today is fever day number 3. That means we stayed home and in our pajamas. We played with toys.
Had a princess party.
Played games.
And painted.
We also watched Toy Story 3 and did lots of snuggling.
While her demeanor was better than yesterday she gave more specific complaints today..."my throat hurts mommy". "My chest hurts when I cough". "I'm hot"...etc. My prediction is that she will be worse tomorrow. Either way, we will have another sick day at home since she is still not fever free and can't go to school.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
The Art Party...
...also to be known as the party-that-mom-almost-ruined.
Saturday was Emerson’s 3rd birthday party. We did an art-theme because she is really into arts and crafts right now. After last year’s huge party at our house I knew that with a newborn I would want something simple where I could literally just show up. There is a place here in Fort Worth called Van Grow. It is a studio for kids and they do birthday parties. I looked into it over the summer and decided it would be perfect.
I booked the party and ordered the invitations in July. I wanted to get as much stuff done before Ashton arrived as possible. Van Grow takes care of most of the decorations, the craft activities and the party favors so all I had to do was bring food and balloons. Easy, right?
A week before the party I started to make notes for myself so I could make sure to have everything together. I kept waking in the middle of the night and remembering stuff to add to my checklist. The funny thing is that I was not remembering little stuff. It is MAJOR stuff, like “order cupcakes”. Oh my word, I started to freak myself out. I just knew that in my newborn-exhaustion fog, I was going to forget something huge. Like cupcakes.
As Saturday approached my checklist was getting more detailed in hopes that everything would be perfect. Friday night I picked up the cupcakes (to be SURE I had them) and Steve and I talked about the plan for the morning. I was going to leave the house at 9:15am to swing by and pick up balloons and Chick-fil-A breakfast minis. I wanted to get there at 10am to set up and get situated. I told Steve to get Emerson and Ashton there at 10:15 or so. I wanted Emy to be there before anyone else so that she could see everyone come in one at a time. She seems to do better in that situation than when walking into a crowded room and being overwhelmed.
Anyways, the plan was set and everything went fine. We were on schedule. Saturday morning at 10:02am I have all the supplies and am 2 minutes from the location when my cell rings. It is my friend Jennifer, whose daughter is Emy’s best friend. Here is how the conversation went down:
Jennifer, “Hey, is everything okay?”
Me, “Yeah, I think we have it covered. Thanks”
Jennifer, “Okay, well we are here, where are you guys?”
Me, “Oh, I will be there in just a second. The party is at 10:30- you guys are early.”
Jennifer, “No. The invitation and the lady that works here say that the party is at 10am.”
This is where panic sets in. My heart is racing. My mind is searching…Yes, that is correct, the party is from 10-11:30- WHAT WAS I THINKING? Expletives are running through my brain. Jen can sense the panic…
Jennifer, “Don’t worry. No one else is here yet.”
Me, “Okay, I will be there in a sec.”
I furiously call Steve. In an almost scream, “Get over here immediately. The party started at 10am, not 10:30. She can’t miss her own party! HURRY!”
At this point I am pulling into the parking lot and Jen and the host come running out to help me unload and set up the few things I have. Luckily, only a couple families were on time to see this frantic mess. Of course, since I tell everyone everything about me, I couldn’t keep it to myself and let everyone think the party was perfect. Nope, everyone knew the story and thinks I am crazy- including my husband and mother-in-law. Whatever. Try planning a birthday party on 7 weeks of no sleep.
Emerson showed up at 10:30 (I think) and walked into the craft room with all her friends already there. It was more like a surprise party than anything. Surprisingly, she did really well and was not shy at all. She really did have a blast.
Saturday was Emerson’s 3rd birthday party. We did an art-theme because she is really into arts and crafts right now. After last year’s huge party at our house I knew that with a newborn I would want something simple where I could literally just show up. There is a place here in Fort Worth called Van Grow. It is a studio for kids and they do birthday parties. I looked into it over the summer and decided it would be perfect.
I booked the party and ordered the invitations in July. I wanted to get as much stuff done before Ashton arrived as possible. Van Grow takes care of most of the decorations, the craft activities and the party favors so all I had to do was bring food and balloons. Easy, right?
A week before the party I started to make notes for myself so I could make sure to have everything together. I kept waking in the middle of the night and remembering stuff to add to my checklist. The funny thing is that I was not remembering little stuff. It is MAJOR stuff, like “order cupcakes”. Oh my word, I started to freak myself out. I just knew that in my newborn-exhaustion fog, I was going to forget something huge. Like cupcakes.
As Saturday approached my checklist was getting more detailed in hopes that everything would be perfect. Friday night I picked up the cupcakes (to be SURE I had them) and Steve and I talked about the plan for the morning. I was going to leave the house at 9:15am to swing by and pick up balloons and Chick-fil-A breakfast minis. I wanted to get there at 10am to set up and get situated. I told Steve to get Emerson and Ashton there at 10:15 or so. I wanted Emy to be there before anyone else so that she could see everyone come in one at a time. She seems to do better in that situation than when walking into a crowded room and being overwhelmed.
Anyways, the plan was set and everything went fine. We were on schedule. Saturday morning at 10:02am I have all the supplies and am 2 minutes from the location when my cell rings. It is my friend Jennifer, whose daughter is Emy’s best friend. Here is how the conversation went down:
Jennifer, “Hey, is everything okay?”
Me, “Yeah, I think we have it covered. Thanks”
Jennifer, “Okay, well we are here, where are you guys?”
Me, “Oh, I will be there in just a second. The party is at 10:30- you guys are early.”
Jennifer, “No. The invitation and the lady that works here say that the party is at 10am.”
This is where panic sets in. My heart is racing. My mind is searching…Yes, that is correct, the party is from 10-11:30- WHAT WAS I THINKING? Expletives are running through my brain. Jen can sense the panic…
Jennifer, “Don’t worry. No one else is here yet.”
Me, “Okay, I will be there in a sec.”
I furiously call Steve. In an almost scream, “Get over here immediately. The party started at 10am, not 10:30. She can’t miss her own party! HURRY!”
At this point I am pulling into the parking lot and Jen and the host come running out to help me unload and set up the few things I have. Luckily, only a couple families were on time to see this frantic mess. Of course, since I tell everyone everything about me, I couldn’t keep it to myself and let everyone think the party was perfect. Nope, everyone knew the story and thinks I am crazy- including my husband and mother-in-law. Whatever. Try planning a birthday party on 7 weeks of no sleep.
Emerson showed up at 10:30 (I think) and walked into the craft room with all her friends already there. It was more like a surprise party than anything. Surprisingly, she did really well and was not shy at all. She really did have a blast.
Jaylee
Hayden
Ashley
Painting hands and making handprints
Concentrating on getting the hand totally covered with paint
Annie and Izzy
Annie
Ashley
Getting some coloring advice from daddy
Perfecting circles
Luke
The distracted artist. Coloring while she is watching something else. She does this a lot.
Working with grandad
Hayden
Coloring with Reese
Bo working on beads (check out his cute TCU football jersey- Ashton will need one of those!)
Making a puppet with daddy
Ashton got lots of snuggles
Beads!
More snuggles
She loved us singing Happy Birthday to her. With as shy as she is, she really loved being the center of attention on her day.
Chowing down
I know this picture is blurry, but it totally depicts the present-opening frenzy that happened when we got home.Other than that minor(!) issue, the party was perfect. There were stations for the kids to paint, make hats and crowns, make puppets, color and make bead necklaces. It was really quite precious. After the kids crafted for an hour or so, we sat down for cupcakes and snacks and then everyone went home for naps.
PS- I tried to get cute pictures of all the kids there but it just didn't happen. 3 year olds are hard to photograph. Not pictured- sweet Ethan. Sorry kiddo.
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