Tying the knot and tylenol.

This month has been busy busy so far.
Tying the knot-B. and I decided that it was about time we got married, we have been planning it for years now, but never got the money together to do it the way we wanted to, so we decided we would do it the most simple way possible, and it was perfect. Friday December 11, 2009 will always been one of the most special days to me. We had a small gathering of family at the courthouse here, with C. being front and center and had a simple ceremony. Getting married was our Christmas present to each other, and it was the best Christmas present I have ever gotten. I have been blessed with the kind of love that you always wish for but you so rarely are able to find, I am so thankful for B. and everything that we have been given, especially and most importantly our little girl who continues to amaze me daily.
Tylenol- C. woke up one morning last week with a barking cough, she sounded like a seal. We don't mess around with that kind of stuff, so off to the doctor we went. He told us she had "croup" and gave us a steroid to help with the coughing. That night she HATED the taste of the steroid and puked it up, after we tried the chocolate syrup trick and all. For some reason they wouldn't just call something new in, so again we had to go the doctor again, good thing we did because he listened to her chest and found out that she was wheezing, not good. So after a day at the doctor getting x-rays, we found out she had bronchitis. This time they prescribed the same steroid and some awful tasting antibiotic. We some how managed to get the medicine in her and thought that she was getting better, two nights later she woke up gasping for breath and having rattling in her chest. I was terrified, I spent the night crying and taking her outside and in the bathroom with steam to get her to try and breath better, so it was back to the doctor again the next day. Again the wheezing was still there, so obviously the antibiotic and steroid was not working, he finally put her on a breathing treatment and a stronger antibiotic that tasted much better. Immediately we saw a difference with the breathing treatment, and now the antibiotics have kicked in, she is much better but still not completely well. I have finally gotten her to eat some solid food, and she's stopped having so much congestion. Having a sick baby is so scary, especially when they can't tell you what's wrong. C. being sick has reminded me of how my mama was the only person that could make me feel better when I was sick, and how much comfort I got from her being there, I know that feeling, that mama will make it all better, and I'm glad I can be that to my C.

Beautiful.

Harry Potter love.

December 08, 2009 a much awaited date, Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince came out on DVD. B. surprised me with the movie last night, after he told me on the phone that the store had "sold out." He likes to aggravate.
Last night we sat down as a family and watched it, I even think C. enjoyed it to. I have loved Harry Potter for years and years. I have read all the books over and over again, as well as watched the movies over and over again. Every time I read one of the books or see one of the movies, I get that feeling that you can only get from reading a good book or seeing a good movie. Harry Potter has been an escape for me for a very long time, through good and bad times I have always escaped into one of the books or movies when I have needed to do just that, escape. I think it's like that for everyone that reads the books or sees the movies. You are transported to a magical place that actually becomes real to you as you read or watch. I imagine that kids do actually believe that Harry Potter is real, that Hogwarts exists and that Hogsmead really is a village in England somewhere. I hope that as C. gets older she will love Harry Potter the way that I do, I want her to believe that it all exists, because what is childhood with out a little magic?

Take a trip.

C. and I had to go out of town for my job this past week. It's something new that my work is trying with me, this was a trail run. Traveling with a baby is always a daunting task, traveling in general is always a daunting task for me anyway, usually I bring everything and the kitchen sink. Now through a bunch of baby stuff in there, and you have a real fiasco on your hands! So we packed up and shipped off on Tuesday and got back yesterday afternoon, B. had to come and get us early because C. projectile vomited yesterday morning on the way to my office and I was convinced she was sick with some awful stomach bug. Babies and stomach viruses horrify me, but that is another story. We finally made it home and we were both so worn out, I mean slap worn out, exhausted. C. did wonderful the whole time we were gone, but I knew she was worn out, and I was ready to get home, light the Christmas tree and relax, and most of all I was missing B. One of the best feelings in the world is when you haven't seen your other half for a while and then you get to see them. It is an awesome feeling.
So last night we had some apple cider and rum, watched one of my favorite movies of all time "Love Actually," and spent a much needed, relaxed night together, thankful for each other and thankful to be home.