Thursday, December 10th we went to Santa's Village in Huntsville with Hank, Julie, Gracie, Tucker, and Brant. We had so much fun, but I will have to post pictures later b/c my camera is in the car and I am way too lazy to go get it right now. On the way home John Henry's nose started running.

He had a cold through Saturday when we went to Kurt's family Christmas. Saturday afternoon he started coughing. Kurt was going out of town so John Henry and I stayed at my mom's house for the weekend. Sunday morning when he woke up, he was breathing very shallowly and was wheezing. I couldn't really decide whether or not to call the doctor b/c they usually act like everything is fine even if you say your kid's arm is cut off or something. I finally decided to call when we could tell he was really having a hard time breathing. Shockingly, the on call nurse referred us to the after hours clinic at Children's on Acton Road. The first appt they had was for 8:00 pm!

This whole time John Henry was acting like he felt fine- no fever but still having a hard time breathing. So when we got to the after hours clinic, he was running around playing in the waiting room wearing his Handy Manny hat. :)

When you check in there, they send a nurse out to check their oxygen saturation if they are having a hard time breathing. The nurse came right out and took his oxygen, which was 97% and listened to his chest. She said, "My across the room assessment was wrong. He sounds really bad." They got us right back, and his oxygen was down to the low 90s and sometimes 89.

They did a chest x-ray, which I couldn't go to b/c I am pregnant. I was so glad that my mom was there b/c she took him. John Henry was being so sweet the whole time we were there. He was perfect. Seriously I could not have asked for him to be any better. I was so thankful!

They did a 45 minute breathing treatment, and John Henry did great. He just sat in my lap and watched tv the whole time. They took his oxygen and it was 94%, so they did another one and gave him a steroid. After that one his oxygen was down to 91%, but they said he could go home because he was moving air through his lungs better. When the nurse was taking that oxygen sat., it went down to 89% at one point, and she said he would be spending the night in the hospital if it was that low, so we just barely missed a hospital stay!

We finally got out of there at 11:30, and I was at the pharmacy until almost 1:00 getting medicine b/c we had new insurance they had to figure out.

The steroid made him wired. He didn't go to sleep until 4:00 in the morning. I thought I was going to die; I was sooooo tired! The next morning we had to go back to the doctor to check up, and they said he had bronchiolitis and possibly RSV. We had to do his inhaler and steroid for 4 days. The problem was that he hated his inhaler. It had the mask thing and since Kurt's doesn't have that, John Henry refused to use it. We ended up getting a prescription for a nebulizer and doing that every 4 hours and the inhaler in the middle of the night.

Kurt came home a day early from his trip to help out. John Henry was much better the next few days and is fine now, thank the Lord. I am so glad that is over, and we are really hoping that this is the last of his breathing problems. :)

-I have pics to add of him at the doctor, but I will do that later.
-When I called my mom from the pharmacy to check on John Henry, he got on the phone and tole me he wanted a "special treat" from the store. I bought him a little tiny stuffed gingerbread man and some Santa and reindeer chocolates. When I got back to my mom's, he was crazed from the steroid. He looked at the gingerbread man, which I thought was so cute, and said, "You can't eat this!" Then I showed him the Santa chocolate and he tore through 2 of them before I could stop him. It was crazy how different he was acting from the medicine!

Gotta add one more

Tonight Kurt, John Henry, and I ate at Cracker Barrel. He started saying something very loudly, but I couldn't figure out what it was (or I was in denial b/c it was pretty clear). After he said it about 10 times, I figured it out. He was screaming, "MY BUTT HURTS!"

I was shocked! He totally got that from Kurt! I told him to say bottom and he said, "No, my butt hurts." Great.

And a cute pic of John Henry while he had the flu. He was giving Bo a bottle (tylenol).

A few more funnies and my first bloody nose

First a few more funny things John Henry said that I actually remembered:



-When John Henry tries to tell me something, and I finally understand, I say, "Ooooooh" I guess really dramatically. When he is trying to get me to understand something that I can't understand, and he is really really trying to get me to get it, he'll say, "Mommy, say oooooooooooh." I guess he thinks if I say it, I will understand what he is telling me. :)



-Tonight on the way home from seeing Baby Kate, he said, "Mommy, that baby couldn't talk." I started telling him that he used to be a baby and he couldn't talk, etc. He said, "When I was a little baby, I was in Laudan's tummy too." I don't really think he gets it!

-This isn't really funny; it is actually kind of sad, but I'll tell it anyway. A few nights ago John Henry got a spanking while he was getting into the bathtub. Afterwards, we were playing in his playroom and he said, "Mommy make me happy." He looked so sad! Then he said, "I want to be happy." I felt so terrible! He looked so upset. Then we played basketball and he said, "We happy now Mommy." I felt so bad!

Now the bloody nose story.



Tonight we were going to bed, and John Henry was being all wild jumping around the bed. I was lying on the pillow, and I told him to lay down so we could read a book. He kind of threw his head back on the pillow and it hit me right in the nose. It was that kind that immediately brings tears to your eyes and you hear a crunching noise. I sat up and screamed and started crying. Then I felt blood pouring out of my nose.

I jumped up and ran to the bathroom, screaming for Kurt. He ran back to the bathroom, and I told him John Henry hit me in the nose. He said, "On purpose?" and ran back to get John Henry in trouble. I had to tell him it was a total accident; thankfully, our 2 year old didn't hit me in the nose that hard on purpose! John Henry felt so bad! He was hugging Kurt and upset. :(

Meanwhile, our house looked like a murder scene! Praise God my hand held the blood until I got off the bed so I didn't ruin the comforter. Then there was a trail through our house and all in my bathroom. Kurt kept saying, "You're a bleeder!" I finally got it all under control, but my nose is swollen and hurts! I told Kurt I could never be a boy and get in a fight. He said that is how he won a lot of fights- when you are the small one, you have to hit in the nose and hit first. That is a Cullman guy for you!! I think John Henry can win some fights by head butting. :)

I need to add some pics soon, but I will spare you pics of the bloody nose. :)

John Henry funnies

I want to write these down before I forget!

Today we got Chick-fil-A and sat in the parking lot to eat b/c they are paving the road and John Henry was so into watching all the trucks. When we were pulling away, he said, "Bye bye big trucks. Mwah!" (he blew them a kiss) Then he looked at them and said, "Hey! They doesn't have mouths to say mwah to me!" He sounded so shocked. :)

We were at gymnastics this morning and a little girl was throwing a fit and screaming NO to her mom. John Henry said, "That girl is saying no. That's not nice." I was so embarrassed! Like he doesn't scream no to me!

I was putting him to bed the other day and all the sudden he sat up and said, "Where is Macey's mommy?" I said, "I'm Macey's mommy. I'm John Henry's mommy and Macey's mommy." I thought he would be upset, but he was holding his Thomas cup and he said, "Where is Macey's drink?" I guess he thought he would have to share everything. :)

Yesterday John Henry was wearing a shirt with a stocking on it. I asked him what it was, knowing that he didn't really know. I thought he would say a sock, but he said an elbow!

And this isn't really something that John Henry said, but it is about him. We were at Food World this weekend, and the checkout lady kept talking about how cute SHE was. I made a point to say he a lot, but it didn't get across! Finally she said, "Oh her shirt is so cute. What does the J stand for? Is that her name?" I said, "Yes, HIS name is John Henry." She looked at me so confused and said, "She's a girl and you named her John Henry?" Seriously?! And he had on red check pants and a white t-shirt with a red check ornament on it with the lime J. It was as boyish as we get around here and not girly at all!

I know there are more, so I need to call my mom and Kurt to see what they remember.