Posted in December 2008

Such a big boy!

It’s been a while since I’ve done a Monkey update, so here we go.

He’s really catching on in the language department and putting two words together.  Mostly, “More” and then the thing he wants more of, but it’s a start.

He says really cute things like, “yeah” in a super sly slow tone and other things like “noonal” which means “noodle”.  A pig says “moo” in our house and the frogs all grunt (I guess “ribbit” sounds like a grunt to him).

He’s turning in circles now (literally) and likes to play the “fall down” game.  The Fall Down game is where he takes a few steps and then “falls down” and says “Uh Oh” or just giggles and waits for our reaction.

Monkey is getting REALLY tall.  Still a little underweight because of the GERD thing, he’s really a slender little guy.  We’re hoping though that his next pediatric GI visit proves that he’s gaining enough weight to come off of the Zantac for good.

Monkey is a climber and has figured out how to climb our bathtub and get onto the bathroom sink.  We’re still not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing.  Well, I’m not.  DH definitely thinks it’s a bad thing especially since he can’t remember to put things like his razor away.

That’s the update for now.  If I think of more later, I may update.

Hope everyone had a good holiday!

Not Sweating the Holidays

My last few posts have been very serious and very depressing so I figured it was time for a happy post.

This year I’m in pretty good shape.  Not fantastic but pretty good.  All of the gifts but two I ordered online have come in the mail.  And the two that didn’t can wait because we are not seeing the recipients of those gifts until after Christmas.  So WIN.

I still have a good amount of time to wrap, bake cookies, etc.  So WIN.

DH and I are working from home on Christmas Eve for a half day and using the other half to plan and shop for the Christmas meal since we are hosting at our house.  WIN.

Hope all of you are faring well this Holiday season!

P.S.  Sorry for the “WIN”s.  DH’s vernacular is rubbing off on me.

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To Kill or Not to Kill?

Pretty scary title, eh?  This post is going to be very straightforward and I’m putting myself out there a little … forewarning.

This has been the question DH and I have been asking ourselves for the past year regarding our cats.  And they nearly missed death tonight.

We have four.  Yes, FOUR.  I adopted one in college (Pia) and then a college friend found a stray wandering outside of his apartment complex so I took her in as well.  Turned out that the stray (Duzee) didn’t have ringworm but was pregnant.  She ended up having three kittens but only two survived.  The original plan was to keep only her but the kittens were SOOO cute and I decided to keep them (Captain and Tennille).

They are now very much into their “senior” years as cats — 16, 15, 14, 14.  And the “family”, as we call the three related ones, all have medical issues.  Duzee has hyperthyroidism and requires medicine to be placed in her ear everyday (topical medicine that I’m deathly afraid Monkey will find).  Tennille was diagnosed with bad kidneys 5 years ago after $800 worth of testing and a promise that if we didn’t spend $3000 on a kidney transplant, she would die within 6 months to a year.  We didn’t spend the $3000.  So much for that vet’s diagnosis.  Because of this condition though, she has become incontinent and urinates outside the box frequently (at least we think it’s her or her sister because we’ve caught them both before).  Which brings us to Captain (yes, a she).  We’re pretty sure she, too, has a kidney issue since she does the same licking of the fur off her belly as Tennille did prior to her kidney diagnosis.

Due to these conditions, the fact that we have new carpet on the upper two levels of our house and now have a toddler walking about, the girls stay in our basement — specifically one room of our basement most of the time.  I’m not comfortable with this arrangement but it’s the best we can do to prevent DH from strangling them to death should they pee on the new carpet and to prevent Monkey from picking up cat vomit and eating it.

I came to a breaking point two weeks ago where the realization of going into that room to clean it just made me sick to my stomach.  It stinks.  It’s dirty within two days after cleaning it and the guilt weighs heavy.  But what can we do?  I had actually psyched myself up to take the three sickly ones to the county animal shelter where they would surely be killed given the statistics they had online. But I couldn’t do that.  Then we convinced ourselves that maybe just taking them to the vet for euthanasia was the best option.  I made an appointment and started preparing myself mentally for it.

Last night DH admitted he wasn’t comfortable with this decision and we agreed to cancel the appointment.  But we’re back to where we began two weeks ago.  They’re pretty much too old and too sickly to adopt.  They’re not in so bad of shape that euthanasia is warranted at this point.  And we’re so fed up with the hair, the expenses, the trying to keep Monkey out of the grossness that is the cat territory (which he LOVES because he loves animals, especially our cats, go figure).

Our other concern is that Monkey is now recognizing them.  He knows Duzee’s name, mainly because she’s the most socialable and will let him pet her.  What if they hang on for another 3-4 years and THEN we DO have to make the decision to put them down — how will that affect him?  Plus, if we decide to have another child we’ll need that room for storage of the guest bedroom furniture.  What then?

We feel like there is no good solution.  Waiting it out will suck and be expensive.  Euthanasia is not a good option at this point.  Adoption is impossible (I’ve checked a few shelter websites — one, they’re all FULL and two, the oldest cats I see on there are 9-10 and HEALTHY).  What would you do?

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Breathing treatments, yay.

This morning DH got Monkey out of bed at 5:45 AM.  An hour later, he came upstairs and said, “Get up.  We need to take him to the hospital.”

Half drowsy, I asked, “Why?”

“He’s wheezing.”

So I got up threw some clothes on, brushed my hair and my teeth and off we went.  No one else in the waiting room, we were taken back into the Pediatric ER quickly.  First thing, the nurse sucked out a sample of Monkey’s snot for RSV testing.  The doctor listened to his breathing and he was indeed wheezing.  They gave him an oral steroid and told us that he’d be going for x-rays shortly.

When the tech came by again she led us to the x-ray room where they had painted a rocket, space-themed mural on the walls.  They asked DH to hold Monkey for the x-rays and put one of those lead jackets on DH plus a little one over Monkey’s nuts (there I’ve finally said it, “Monkey nuts” — sorry, I know I’m immature).

It was hard for Monkey to sit still for the x-rays but he and DH managed quite well.  He only had to redo the profile chest x-ray again, thank God.  On a side note, today was the first day Monkey said “stars”.

They determined from the x-rays that he didn’t have pneumonia and the RSV test came up negative but he was definitely having some issue.  They concluded that it was an asthmatic cough but that he probably didn’t actually have asthma.  Apparently this is common.  The doctor warned us though that it could be RSV and not just be positive yet so he advised us to make a follow up appointment with his pediatrician tomorrow.  They sent us home with a chamber, kinda like an inhaler for asthma.

I had a major deadline at noon today and was counting on the time this morning to complete my deliverable.  NOON.  We were discharged from the hospital at 10:00 so you do the math.  I called work to warn them and they were sympathetic but asked if there was anyway I could get at least one thing done.  Luckily, our daycare provider is lenient and since her son was already sick with a cough as well as every other kid in her care, she said I could bring Monkey by so I could my deliverable to my client.  I ended up being about 2 hours late on it.  Not too bad considering I was frazzled and could barely keep my thoughts together.

On the way to pick Monkey up this afternoon, his daycare provider called.

“Uh, you might want to take him back,” she said.

“Back?  To the ER?” I asked.

“Yeah, he’s been coughing really hard all afternoon even after his breathing treatment,” she said as I heard Monkey in the background coughing hard and crying.

She suggested I might be able to take him into his pediatrician’s office before they closed.  I called them and they said to bring him in right away.  They examined him and gave him a different kind of breathing treatment (which btw, my daycare provider asked why they didn’t put him on in the first place because that’s what she thought they would have done).

So we’ve done two breathing treatments this evening with the nebulizer, one at the doctor’s office and one at home.  Seems like the one at home has only lasted an hour and a half as I now hear Monkey coughing down the hall.  We’ll see.  Wish us luck.  Good night.

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Week of Sickies, The Sequel

It just keeps going! Now Monkey has a cough. Sorry I haven’t been updating a lot or visiting many other blogs. It’s just been hectic around here lately.

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