That's right! Just got back from the ultrasound Wednesday afternoon. The Bradshaws are welcoming ANOTHER BOY into the family next spring!!
Thursday, November 19, 2009
The BIG NEWS of the week!!
Especially for the 2 or 3 people who actually keep up with my blog. Here ya go!
That's right! Just got back from the ultrasound Wednesday afternoon. The Bradshaws are welcoming ANOTHER BOY into the family next spring!!
That's right! Just got back from the ultrasound Wednesday afternoon. The Bradshaws are welcoming ANOTHER BOY into the family next spring!!
Saturday, October 10, 2009
My poor, sick little boy
2009 has not been a good year "health wise" for Mr. Miles. He's had 2 ear infections, a wicked virus that almost put him in the hospital and now - tonsillitis. Poor little dude just can't catch a break. To add insult to injury I, too, have pretty much every symptom he has, sans fever. We had to miss a kickass birthday party today for our one year old friend Calla (hey, we all know what a big deal the first full year is!) since two thirds of the household is just miserable. I've packed our fridge with soft, cool foods and popsicles (of which he hasn't quite figured out yet) and even some ice cream in the meantime to soothe poor little man's burning throat.
When was the last time you had to sleep through your mouth because your nose was too stopped up? Well, let me just assure you - it sucks. It especially sucks when you're 2 because you can't understand why which in turn pisses you off and causes a couple of temper tantrums. I'm allowing the occasional tantrum this weekend, however, because he just feels so icky and everyone needs an outlet every now and then. He's also sleeping a lot more but the doc said to let him make his own schedule and that's just what we're doing. For once, we're letting HIM dictate OUR weekend.
On the bright side my dad got the little boy some new shoes! They're Spiderman-themed and they light up with red lights when he runs or stomps. I adore them and wish they made them in my size so I could play Spiderman shoes with him. :)
Alright well it's cold and dreary outside and my boys are all napping so perhaps Pili and I should make some hot tea and then go join them. Catch you all on the flip side!
When was the last time you had to sleep through your mouth because your nose was too stopped up? Well, let me just assure you - it sucks. It especially sucks when you're 2 because you can't understand why which in turn pisses you off and causes a couple of temper tantrums. I'm allowing the occasional tantrum this weekend, however, because he just feels so icky and everyone needs an outlet every now and then. He's also sleeping a lot more but the doc said to let him make his own schedule and that's just what we're doing. For once, we're letting HIM dictate OUR weekend.
On the bright side my dad got the little boy some new shoes! They're Spiderman-themed and they light up with red lights when he runs or stomps. I adore them and wish they made them in my size so I could play Spiderman shoes with him. :)
Alright well it's cold and dreary outside and my boys are all napping so perhaps Pili and I should make some hot tea and then go join them. Catch you all on the flip side!
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
I...am...an...accident-prone...idiot
This morning at 4:58 I'm watching cable news while Matt is researching Joe Wilson and locating as much video as he can on the "great incident" when BAM! Our power goes out. And stayed out for and hour and a half. A call put in to the MLGW hotline informs us that several blocks and up to 885 customers have been effected. We are also informed that everything should be up and running by exactly "7:03am". Yeeeeah, riiiiight.
Well Matt takes a walk around the block and informs me that even the Circle K is out of power! As this hardly ever happens I simply must get a look at this.
I feel my way down my very dark hallway, around the baby gate and into the kitchen. Once there I decide it's far too dark for me to find the doorknob to the back kitchen door, much less find my way down the short flight of stairs. I hear Matt telling me, "You kinda have to use the force to get around back here," and his words become my fate. I turn around to head back and find a candle when gravity decided it had other ideas.
Like a COMPLETE AND TOTAL FOOL I momentarily forget the baby gate is even there and slam into it, where it slightly gives and lets me hit the floor knees first. I tried, unsuccessfully of course, to stop myself halfway down with my arms/hands and even managed to bust my lip a bit against the wall. Matt runs to my side asking if I'm all right but all I can do is laugh. Laugh because of the adrenaline. Laugh because of the absurdity. Laugh because...it freakin' HURTS!! I manage to work a Tommy Boy quote in: "That's gonna leave a mark."
So for the rest of the weekend I will be walking stiffly and will be sporting huge black and purple bruises on both knees. If anyone asks I'll be telling them I was praying...really hard. ;)
Well Matt takes a walk around the block and informs me that even the Circle K is out of power! As this hardly ever happens I simply must get a look at this.
I feel my way down my very dark hallway, around the baby gate and into the kitchen. Once there I decide it's far too dark for me to find the doorknob to the back kitchen door, much less find my way down the short flight of stairs. I hear Matt telling me, "You kinda have to use the force to get around back here," and his words become my fate. I turn around to head back and find a candle when gravity decided it had other ideas.
Like a COMPLETE AND TOTAL FOOL I momentarily forget the baby gate is even there and slam into it, where it slightly gives and lets me hit the floor knees first. I tried, unsuccessfully of course, to stop myself halfway down with my arms/hands and even managed to bust my lip a bit against the wall. Matt runs to my side asking if I'm all right but all I can do is laugh. Laugh because of the adrenaline. Laugh because of the absurdity. Laugh because...it freakin' HURTS!! I manage to work a Tommy Boy quote in: "That's gonna leave a mark."
So for the rest of the weekend I will be walking stiffly and will be sporting huge black and purple bruises on both knees. If anyone asks I'll be telling them I was praying...really hard. ;)
Friday, July 17, 2009
Weather Channel Rockout!
Part one:
And the sequel:
Clearly he gets his flawless dancing moves from me. ;)
And the sequel:
Clearly he gets his flawless dancing moves from me. ;)
Friday, June 19, 2009
Murphy's Law
Wow. Did I speak too soon or what?!
This week was awful, horrible and in general not good. SO not good. In fact, it was one of the worst weeks of my life as a mother.
Soon after I made this post (Wednesday night) I walk into the living room to find daddy and baby napping together. Miles opens his eyes lethargically and gazes at me blankly. He doesn't even move a muscle as I walk across the room. His (and I can't believe I'm saying this) zombie-like stare just follows my movements. I touch his head and, as usual, he's burning up. I take his temp. with the ear thermometer and it reads over 103. Maternal instinct told me something was very wrong so I scoop him up and tell Matt I am immediately taking him to Minor Med.
We waited an hour before we were seen and he's barely even conscious, just laying on me and staring into space. When we finally see the nurse they take a rectal and inform me his real temp. is actually 105!!! You could have knocked me over with a feather.
They bring him Motrin and start in on what I could only call a battery of torture tests. First the catheter "for a clean urine sample in case it's a UTI" which I had to leave the room for. Thankfully, Matt and my mom had come at that point because I collapsed in sobs in the hallway, listening to him desperately cry for help. Someone brought me a chair because they seriously thought I was going to pass out. Of course, they got zero urine because his bladder was dry.
Then came the blood work which included taking blood out of an actual vein in his hand instead of a finger prick. Now, I'm used to blood work from my arm but HATE having my hand veins used because it hurts twice as much. I had to leave the room for that too simply because he kept trying to reach to me for help. I wanted to die. I could not believe this was happening to him, and to me.
Everything else was minor, relatively speaking. A strep test swabbing his throat, more rectal temps which were plenty traumatic enough for him. And all this time I'm getting an attitude from the staff as if, "Well, you're a mom. You've been through this before. No biggie." Not a single person even fathoms that perhaps I'm completely freaking out because I've never done this before. No one is really explaining anything to me and when they do it's worst case scenario. I'm hearing "hospital" and "pneumonia" and "blood disease". Keep in mind 3 different people have looked at his ears and throat only to claim they're clean as a whistle. Two different nurses even came in trying to give him the same medicine twice! I had to stop them from double dosing him. Hello? Chart? You people ever read it? How about talking to each other? Not something you're keen on, huh?! I shudder to think of what would have happened had not this poor little guy's parents been in the room to supervise them.
5 hours later all these results are coming in, every single one negative. The doctor, if you can call her that, comes into the room to again push for another catheter. I outright refuse. She then makes my decision the be-all, end-all by sending us away with nothing. No script, no diagnosis, no pat on the ass goodbye. The "doctor" emphasizes that if we change our minds about the cath we can come back tomorrow. Yeah, like I'm ever taking my little boy to that house of horrors ever again.
Matt and I stay up all night taking turns with his temp. and medicine. Miles remains unchanged, with fever up to 103 then slowly coming down as Motrin kicks in. Tylenol is doing nothing at this point. Daybreak slowly approaches and I go with Mom to his pedi. walk-in clinic. Within 10 minutes we are taken back and in another 10 his regular doctor (whom I just love) walks in. He says there is no WAY he's giving someone that young a cath for just a simple fever. He then looks into his throat and says, "There ya go, red as an apple. No wonder he feels so bad - little guy has a virus." So, within an 8 hour time span he ALL OF A SUDDEN has a sore throat??!! My mom is biting her tongue and I could kill that med emergency doctor.
After one more strep test to be sure and a simple flu test we're gone with the same instructions: fluids, rest, Motrin. I am so relieved to have a diagnosis that all three of us go back to my parents' (they lives 5 minutes from the doctor's) to nap for a few hours. My emotions and body are completely spent even still today.
It is now noon on Friday and Miles has been fever-free all morning long!! This is amazing and such a relief. He is still incredibly whiny, which we have to admit is getting a tad bit old, but at least he's walking around and being a normal baby again. My consolation is in the knowledge that I will never have to go through this exact same experience ever again. As my mom said, "Before, you were a mom. Now, you're a veteran."
This week was awful, horrible and in general not good. SO not good. In fact, it was one of the worst weeks of my life as a mother.
Soon after I made this post (Wednesday night) I walk into the living room to find daddy and baby napping together. Miles opens his eyes lethargically and gazes at me blankly. He doesn't even move a muscle as I walk across the room. His (and I can't believe I'm saying this) zombie-like stare just follows my movements. I touch his head and, as usual, he's burning up. I take his temp. with the ear thermometer and it reads over 103. Maternal instinct told me something was very wrong so I scoop him up and tell Matt I am immediately taking him to Minor Med.
We waited an hour before we were seen and he's barely even conscious, just laying on me and staring into space. When we finally see the nurse they take a rectal and inform me his real temp. is actually 105!!! You could have knocked me over with a feather.
They bring him Motrin and start in on what I could only call a battery of torture tests. First the catheter "for a clean urine sample in case it's a UTI" which I had to leave the room for. Thankfully, Matt and my mom had come at that point because I collapsed in sobs in the hallway, listening to him desperately cry for help. Someone brought me a chair because they seriously thought I was going to pass out. Of course, they got zero urine because his bladder was dry.
Then came the blood work which included taking blood out of an actual vein in his hand instead of a finger prick. Now, I'm used to blood work from my arm but HATE having my hand veins used because it hurts twice as much. I had to leave the room for that too simply because he kept trying to reach to me for help. I wanted to die. I could not believe this was happening to him, and to me.
Everything else was minor, relatively speaking. A strep test swabbing his throat, more rectal temps which were plenty traumatic enough for him. And all this time I'm getting an attitude from the staff as if, "Well, you're a mom. You've been through this before. No biggie." Not a single person even fathoms that perhaps I'm completely freaking out because I've never done this before. No one is really explaining anything to me and when they do it's worst case scenario. I'm hearing "hospital" and "pneumonia" and "blood disease". Keep in mind 3 different people have looked at his ears and throat only to claim they're clean as a whistle. Two different nurses even came in trying to give him the same medicine twice! I had to stop them from double dosing him. Hello? Chart? You people ever read it? How about talking to each other? Not something you're keen on, huh?! I shudder to think of what would have happened had not this poor little guy's parents been in the room to supervise them.
5 hours later all these results are coming in, every single one negative. The doctor, if you can call her that, comes into the room to again push for another catheter. I outright refuse. She then makes my decision the be-all, end-all by sending us away with nothing. No script, no diagnosis, no pat on the ass goodbye. The "doctor" emphasizes that if we change our minds about the cath we can come back tomorrow. Yeah, like I'm ever taking my little boy to that house of horrors ever again.
Matt and I stay up all night taking turns with his temp. and medicine. Miles remains unchanged, with fever up to 103 then slowly coming down as Motrin kicks in. Tylenol is doing nothing at this point. Daybreak slowly approaches and I go with Mom to his pedi. walk-in clinic. Within 10 minutes we are taken back and in another 10 his regular doctor (whom I just love) walks in. He says there is no WAY he's giving someone that young a cath for just a simple fever. He then looks into his throat and says, "There ya go, red as an apple. No wonder he feels so bad - little guy has a virus." So, within an 8 hour time span he ALL OF A SUDDEN has a sore throat??!! My mom is biting her tongue and I could kill that med emergency doctor.
After one more strep test to be sure and a simple flu test we're gone with the same instructions: fluids, rest, Motrin. I am so relieved to have a diagnosis that all three of us go back to my parents' (they lives 5 minutes from the doctor's) to nap for a few hours. My emotions and body are completely spent even still today.
It is now noon on Friday and Miles has been fever-free all morning long!! This is amazing and such a relief. He is still incredibly whiny, which we have to admit is getting a tad bit old, but at least he's walking around and being a normal baby again. My consolation is in the knowledge that I will never have to go through this exact same experience ever again. As my mom said, "Before, you were a mom. Now, you're a veteran."
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Poor Sick Little Guy :(
I left town for a quick road trip this past Saturday and came home to a drastically different little man. It appears Miles is suffering from his third installment of ear infections since birth. No symptoms besides a fever in conjunction with a lot of whining, sleeping and cuddling (much to Matt's delight). He has co-slept in the bed with us several times which is certainly not his usual preference. His normal schedule is up in the air since he refuses to eat regular food, only carrying around his sippy cup the majority of the day.
There are good and bad points to nursing a sick baby. The good is that you have a warm, sweet, cuddly little guy who will let you rock him and will fall asleep on you pretty much anytime and anywhere. The downside is that...well, you have a sick baby. There's not much you can do other than give them medicine and try to make them more comfortable.
The good news is that Miles was doing much better last night (after a round of antibiotics) and was walking around babbling, playing a little and even sampling some meat loaf with scalloped potatoes! Fingers crossed that today is even better and that collectively we can kick this ear infection in its ass, if in fact it has an ass. ;)
Not feeling too great
Napping with Dad on the couch
Consensus: ear infections SUCK!!
There are good and bad points to nursing a sick baby. The good is that you have a warm, sweet, cuddly little guy who will let you rock him and will fall asleep on you pretty much anytime and anywhere. The downside is that...well, you have a sick baby. There's not much you can do other than give them medicine and try to make them more comfortable.
The good news is that Miles was doing much better last night (after a round of antibiotics) and was walking around babbling, playing a little and even sampling some meat loaf with scalloped potatoes! Fingers crossed that today is even better and that collectively we can kick this ear infection in its ass, if in fact it has an ass. ;)
Not feeling too great
Napping with Dad on the couch
Consensus: ear infections SUCK!!
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Towel Day 2009
If you have to ask what "Towel Day" is then it will most likely do you some good to look it up for yourself. You can see, though, that Miles had a blast with his towel all day long. ;)
Monday, May 25, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
I have a Nature Baby
This DVD was a gift for Miles' first birthday. The first time we popped it in he was conflicted, not certain if this would be something to keep his interest for 20 minutes (the running time of the film). After several more viewings he was hooked. Now I pop in this wonderful show every single morning before naptime and let Miles enjoy breakfast with Taa, Dee and Ed, his happy puppet friends. The music is wonderful, some custom written but mostly classical. I've listened to this DVD about a dozen times now and haven't gotten sick of it yet!
I would highly recommend this purchase for anyone who has an infant/young toddler and as soon as I can find it in stock I intend to get several copies for my friends with babies. Whoever bought this for Miles - thanks a million! Also, if anyone has any old Fisher Price DVDs they'd be willing to part with, can ya hook a sista up? ;)
I would highly recommend this purchase for anyone who has an infant/young toddler and as soon as I can find it in stock I intend to get several copies for my friends with babies. Whoever bought this for Miles - thanks a million! Also, if anyone has any old Fisher Price DVDs they'd be willing to part with, can ya hook a sista up? ;)
Thursday, April 30, 2009
We Heart Aimee
Thanks to my kindred spirit and fellow Hot Mama, Aimee, who came over Wednesday night bringing gifts of diapers and toys! We're planning on a picnic lunch in the park soon with our respective babies so that Aimee can get more cuddles out of Miles. (Last night was just too close to his bedtime and his social wiles were lacking.)
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Rajun Cajun 2009
This last Sunday continued a Bradshaw tradition. 2 years ago Matt took us to the Rajun Cajun Crawfish festival downtown as part of an anniversary surprise. Last year we took a newborn, almost 3 month old "baby" Miles and this year grown up, toddler "short stack" Miles accompanied us to the outdoor festival. (This time we came armed with plenty of sunscreen!) The Chalk family joined us to dance along with live Zydeco music, dine on corn dogs, philly cheesesteak and our first taste of fresh crawfish. The rain threatened to come over the riverbanks but the most we got was a light sprinkling once an hour or so and we decided to leave right about when the most ominous part of the storm approached making it home just in time to avoid getting drenched. A good time was had by all!
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Taxed ENOUGH Already!
I am a little shocked. Thousands of people packed Audubon park yesterday yet not only did this event not make national news (except for Fox) it barely made local news. Every single station was parked in the field, filming and interviewing us but all I saw was about a 5 second spot on channel 5 last night. If this doesn't prove my conspiracy theory that everyone other than Fox is bleeding heart I don't know what does. Some cameraman had the audacity to ask me, "What do you say to the fact that Obama hasn't been in office 100 days yet? Don't you think you should give him a chance?" I looked right at him and said, "This is not about Obama. This is about how fed up we as a society are of being constantly robbed by Washington. My beef is not with Obama or even the prior administration. It's with Congress ignoring the very people it is meant to represent." He asked what I want them to do. I said, "I want them to go home and get real jobs." Did my comments make it to air? Of course not.
Switching gears now to quell some of my anger: Miles had a blast. We showed up at 1 with a cooler full of picnic lunch and snacks. Short Stack played "soccer" with Dada and walked up to every single person in the park to introduce himself. He even took a cookie from a nice older man who said it was ok because he "had grandchildren too". Once it started to get crowded we had to confine him to his stroller where he watched in wonder at all the cars who drove by honking and some even waving their OWN signs from behind the steering wheel! To quote Matt the energy was fun and intense until the stage turned into a "Christian conservative claptrap." Enjoy some of the pics!
Switching gears now to quell some of my anger: Miles had a blast. We showed up at 1 with a cooler full of picnic lunch and snacks. Short Stack played "soccer" with Dada and walked up to every single person in the park to introduce himself. He even took a cookie from a nice older man who said it was ok because he "had grandchildren too". Once it started to get crowded we had to confine him to his stroller where he watched in wonder at all the cars who drove by honking and some even waving their OWN signs from behind the steering wheel! To quote Matt the energy was fun and intense until the stage turned into a "Christian conservative claptrap." Enjoy some of the pics!
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
"Tax Day" Tea Party
Take part with the Bradshaw Trio, a good sampling of the city of Memphis and the rest of the ENTIRE COUNTRY on Wednesday, April 15 (Tax Day) at Audubon Park, corner of Southern Avenue and Perkins Extended. Join us for a picnic lunch and some mingling with like-minded people who happen to despise the present taxation process just as much as we do. I'm sure the local news outlets will be there and a fun time should be had by all.
We'll be there around noon and will stick around til people start getting off of work or til whenever Miles needs his nap. ;) Hope to see ya there!!
Monday, April 13, 2009
Overton Square Crawfish Festival
This Saturday the Bradshaw trio walked from the house all the way down to the Bayou restaurant for some fresh muffaletta sandwich. We also landed ourselves on the news but that's a different story for a different link. My main concern in this blog is to share pics of Miles' experiences with people wearing giant red foam crawfish on their heads and his first taste of red beans & rice. (He was not a fan.)
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