Well it's my birthday (the last one before I officially become a father and turn 30!) That said, I need to live it up! It certainly started off with a bang (or should I say a "phfffffft.") PuddleDoggy decided to give me a special present- daddy training.
Last night he developed a pretty severe case of diarrhea and has been going every 1-2 hours since, which means I haven't slept much. In addition, as a birthday bonus, I just learned how to take a stool sample, which most days I don't think would be that bad (after all, I do pick up his poop daily) but considering.... Okay, I'll stop and leave the more "juicy" details out.
Anyway, on the bright(er) side, PuddleDoggy has been awesome. He has been telling us he needs to go out and the only casualty so far has been the front door rug, which PuddleDoggy had an accident on before we really know what was going on. (Knock on wood.)
We are worried about the little guy- I don't know how he has anything left in the tank. We're leaving for the vet in a few minutes.
UPDATE: Back from the vet, and PuddleDoggy has "Bacterial Overgrowth with clostridium." Actually for the alternatives, this diagnosis didn't sound too bad. He got a shot of antibiotics and some pills and he has to fast for the next day or so, followed by eating only crackers. He's going to love that. Doc said he'd be feeling like himself in a day or two (for a vet bill of $150 I do have to wonder if he would have felt like himself in a day or two anyway... oh well, better safe than sorry.)
Friday, August 15, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Old Hat (or, Prenatal Appointment, The Sequel)
PuddleMama and I had our second prenatal appointment today. And like the old story goes, the sequel didn't quite live up to the original.
Unfortunately, we came up short on our bid to hear the heartbeat ("came up short on our bid" <--- can you tell I've been watching a little bit too much Olympics.) It is apparently very common to not be able to find the heartbeat this early, the little bug being only the size of a plum. The physician told us some of her colleagues won't even try this early, in fear of upsetting overly hormonal, gassy, pregneant ladies. We were happy with the attempt and are looking to train hard for a comeback in 4 weeks (we'll settle for nothing less than gold!)
Anyway, PuddleMama's insides did generate some quite fantastic static (no wonder she's been a bit gassy- who wouldn't with all that static inside!)
Weight, blood pressure, and all the other vitals were looking fabulous, with only a small warning flag coming up around PuddleMama's immunity to German Measles. Keep your sick kid away! One more thing to add to the no-no list: alcohol, caffeine, undercooked meats, and now little rug-rats with German Measles.
Gotta go- Phelps is about to swim!
Unfortunately, we came up short on our bid to hear the heartbeat ("came up short on our bid" <--- can you tell I've been watching a little bit too much Olympics.) It is apparently very common to not be able to find the heartbeat this early, the little bug being only the size of a plum. The physician told us some of her colleagues won't even try this early, in fear of upsetting overly hormonal, gassy, pregneant ladies. We were happy with the attempt and are looking to train hard for a comeback in 4 weeks (we'll settle for nothing less than gold!)
Anyway, PuddleMama's insides did generate some quite fantastic static (no wonder she's been a bit gassy- who wouldn't with all that static inside!)
Weight, blood pressure, and all the other vitals were looking fabulous, with only a small warning flag coming up around PuddleMama's immunity to German Measles. Keep your sick kid away! One more thing to add to the no-no list: alcohol, caffeine, undercooked meats, and now little rug-rats with German Measles.
Gotta go- Phelps is about to swim!
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Ultrasound Appt.
PuddleMama had her first ultrasound last week (proudly displayed in the previous post.) Our friends go to the same clinic, and warned us about an angry Eastern European nurse who permits no questions during the ultrasound and otherwise behaves quite rudely. This surprised me, since I would think that taking ultrasounds of babies would bring such happiness to the soon-to-be-parents that the nurse would *have* to be constantly happy. *shrug* Accordingly, I prepared several smart-aleck retorts ahead of time, preparing to let the nurse know how excited and happy we were no matter how rude she was to us, especially since this is our first baby. Much to my dismay, we actually got a very nice nurse, and my retorts were not needed (although I am keeping them in the bank for next time just in case.)
We saw the heartbeat! The ultrasound picture does not do justice to the experience because it is just a still shot. Maybe future ultrasound technologies will spit out cheap memory cards so the couple can share the heartbeat with others (or maybe I should have been smart enough to take a video with my cell phone...) ANYWAY, the heart-beat was quite spectacular, and was beating a rate of 171.85 beats per minute. Dang, that little bug is workin'!
PuddleMama took the high heart rate as further proof of a bloomin' young girl, but my ma said I had a fast heartbeat as well.
The experience was extra-special to us for a very sad reason- PuddleMama's grandmother passed away suddenly last week. Obviously very hard for PuddleMama and PuddleMama's mama, the finality of passing away and the end of life on this earth made the beginning of our little bug's life seem that much more amazing. PuddleMama delcared her Grandma as PuddleBaby's guardian angel. Even though we haven't met PuddleBaby yet, I think we both definitely saw more than a bit of her Grandmother's spirit in that heartbeat.
We saw the heartbeat! The ultrasound picture does not do justice to the experience because it is just a still shot. Maybe future ultrasound technologies will spit out cheap memory cards so the couple can share the heartbeat with others (or maybe I should have been smart enough to take a video with my cell phone...) ANYWAY, the heart-beat was quite spectacular, and was beating a rate of 171.85 beats per minute. Dang, that little bug is workin'!
PuddleMama took the high heart rate as further proof of a bloomin' young girl, but my ma said I had a fast heartbeat as well.
The experience was extra-special to us for a very sad reason- PuddleMama's grandmother passed away suddenly last week. Obviously very hard for PuddleMama and PuddleMama's mama, the finality of passing away and the end of life on this earth made the beginning of our little bug's life seem that much more amazing. PuddleMama delcared her Grandma as PuddleBaby's guardian angel. Even though we haven't met PuddleBaby yet, I think we both definitely saw more than a bit of her Grandmother's spirit in that heartbeat.
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