Flugtag!

Last night Sophia was up most of the night. I think there was only two other nights that were worse since she has been born. Thankfully Jason took most of the wake time duty as I was not feeling well either. Of course Saturday morning Sophia wakes up and is ready to play while we sit bleary-eyed waiting for the pot of coffee to finish brewing (actually I couldn't wait, I had to pour a cup before it was even done).
Later we went to the famous Flugtag which was held in South Tampa this year. Thank goodness Missi and Jacob got there early to save a spot under a tree where we could put up camp. While the guys watched homemade gliders run off a ramp into the water Missi and I played with Sophia. It was so hot out there I had to undress her down to her diaper and pour water on her to keep her cool. She did so good out there! We heard not a peep out of her while she played on the towel and ate her biter biscuit. Finally after 2 hours we left and Sophia fell asleep before we even started the car. Later in the evening it appears now she is back to her old self playing and babbling and pulling herself up on anything that is semi-stationary. Have to run now, Sophia is trying to grab the keyboard.

Sick Again

I keep hearing that Aerosmith song in my head, "Same 'ole Song and Dance". It's Friday night and Sophia has been battling sickness again. We took her to the doctors a week ago and the pediatrician said she had an ear infection in both ears. As I write this, Sophia is sleeping and Sarah is laying in bed with a cold as well. In any case, we made an appointment for Sophia to see the pediatrician again today, because she has continued to run a fever throughout the week. She said the ears still look infected. This time she got an antibiotic shot in the leg. Now that is not something fun to experience as a parent. First of all the nurse asks you to hold down her arms. All I am thinking now is, "You have just made me an accomplice". When she looks at me she is going to think, you two are the ones. Now we havent even gotten to the needle. As I am holding down Sophia's arms, and trying to distract her, the nurse inserts the needle into her thigh. Once second I am looking at a confused face and the next..........the quietest cry in the world. One of those cries that starts off with the look of excruciating pain, mouth open, eyes closed and crying and chin shaking. The silence seems to last forever, and then becomes audible. Sarah suggested I bring a bottle for this, good thing she did. As soon as I got her up, I had the bottle in her mouth. This seemed to appease her.

I will keep you posted on her wellness. Instead of refering to her sickness, I am going to try and act positive. On the brightside, when she is sick now, she doesnt have the pressure in her ears as she did before the tubes.

Back to routine

It's Sunday July 6th, Sarah is working from home today and Sophia is napping. She has actually been down for quite awhile. We went for a walk this morning to get the newspaper. She fell asleep in her stroller before we got back. Maybe we should go for a walk more often.

It has been somewhat difficult to get back into routine with her. While we were on vacation in Austin, she slept in her pack-n-play in our room. This did not help with keeping her on the sleeping routine. She seemed to wake up in the middle of the night screaming, with no consoling. Considering we were sharing a house with our friends and their families we wanted to be more conscious of them. One night, it was actually 1:30am, we had to take her out for a drive in the Texas hill country. Don't get me wrong she was great for the whole trip. We actually got many compliments about how happy and easy she was on our flights. That was nice to hear because, in comparison to her other flights, 3 in total, this had to be her worst. However, to hear people say nice things put it in perspective for us.

Once we got home it was back to "baby boot camp". The first night we put her down to sleep she cried. Sarah had read one of the millions of baby books she reads, and it said we should go in there every 2-3 minutes to let her know we were there. This didn't sound good to me, and 2 and a half hours into this it sounded even worse. Therefore, I told Sarah we would try my way the next night. We would just let her cry it out. This lasted only 45 minutes this time and she slept the rest of the night. She has been sleeping through the night, for the most part now, except for when we lie her down. She cries for a bit, but just because she probably wants to be out and not missing anything.