I'm going to keep this short because I'm really tired and still want/have to finish cleaning out my closet before I go to bed.
This past Thursday, Matt took off work, and we went to Chapel Hill for Jonah's dentist appointment. There are obviously areas of concern, and places where he has very little to no enamel. He has the teeth he should at this point, but none of them are as big as they should be and many, if not all, are worn down some and uneven and rough. At this point, though, he's not showing any signs of abscess or infection, so we'll just keep doing what we're doing and go back in six months. There are options (crowns, caps, implants etc) for when he gets older, so Matt and I are happy that someday, he can have normal looking teeth, hopefully. He screamed bloody murder throughout the check-up, but didn't throw up, which we were happy about. At the end of the "torture session" Dr. W asked for a high five, and Jonah obliged and said a tearful, "yaaaaay!" as he did it. So cute.
We then had to be back in Kernersville by 4:15 for a blood draw. I don't really want to talk about it, because I'm glad I don't have to think about it anymore. It was horrible, difficult, painful (for all three of us), and there were four of us holding him down while he cried and looked at me to rescue him. They did get the blood they needed though, and once again, somehow, he didn't throw up. Shwoo. Hopefully we won't have to think about any more blood draws for a while... a year, I'm hoping. If your child has never had to have blood taken out of their arm, let me just tell you, it is a ridiculously difficult and heart wrenching thing. Putting fragile skin and having to be held down on top of the normal stuff, and it's just down right torturous for all involved.
Jonah woke up this morning, and when Matt went up there, he had vomited on himself sometime during the night and started this morning off with diarrhea. He also threw up about half his breakfast and threw up his lunch (over three hours after eating it). We didn't even try dinner and are running Pedialyte through his pump tonight. He's tired, clingy, weak in the eyes, and may be running a low-grade fever (I didn't check because that is a fruitless wrestling match that ends up in no accurate temperature and blistered arm pits). He apparently has some sort of stomach bug. I'm hoping it will be short lived.
Anyway, not the greatest couple of days health wise, but we're doing okay. Jonah has been in good spirits in between the bad stuff, Katie came for a visit yesterday, and I scrapbooked last night with my friend, Lindsey. Grandaddy (Matt's dad) came last night and hung with Jonah last night and today, and then Matt and his dad went to the Wake/Duke game this afternoon. So there has been a lot of good mixed in with the tiresome. Praying that Jonah beats this bug quickly so he doesn't lose too much wait and I don't lose what sanity I have left. :)
Sorry this is kind of down tonight. We're really okay. I'm just feeling a little worn out. We won't try church in the morning since Jonah's sick, so I really hope we can all sleep in a little and recover. Hope you all have a blessed Sunday. Take some time to rest!
