A Rocky Start of 2013

Justin said goodbye to us a few days after Christmas for a month-long journey to DC and Colorado. I spent New Years with some friends at a party (missing my husband the whole time). The New Year brought us lots of hospital visits. Grandpa Cheesman was in the hospital with blood clot issues and kidney failure, but thankfully he's okay. 

Grandpa can still read stories in the hospital.

And then Donovan got RSV and he and I spent the night in the hospital. Since RSV can be fatal for infants (Donovan was old enough for it not to be too worrisome), we were kind of treated like a biohazard. The doctors and nurses didn't want to spread it to the other kids in the hospital. Poor Donovan thought it was the end of the world. First they made him wear a bracelet. Not happy. Then they made him do a breathing treatment. Twice. He fought the entire fifteen minutes of the first one. He kept looking at me, wondering why I was letting them torture him so. The second treatment was an hour and a half long. He gave up and fell asleep during that one. Poor guy. Then they vacuumed out his sinuses. That one killed me. His oxygen levels were still down after all that, so he was admitted. I wonder, however, if that really needed to happen. They put an oxygen monitor on his toe, which he immediately began yanking at with all his strength. I checked it and it had been pulled apart and the wires were exposed. His readings kept jumping all over the place. They didn't take me seriously when I requested a new one. The next morning I insisted he get a new one, they put it on, and from that time forth his oxygen levels were just fine. We went home. He doesn't trust doctors much now. I'm grateful that I had my parents to help with Mason while Justin was out of town.

He fought the bracelet for about half an hour. I wanted to capture the moment.

Second breathing treatment, too tired to fight it anymore.

The breathing treatment made him hyper, and he was a ball of energy when my mom came to visit.

Literally jumping up and down in his crib. This is about an hour after that second breathing treatment.

Trying to find entertainment.

I love those legs.