Mom and Boys

Figuring it out one day at a time.

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We are back to this.

infant breathing treatment


Bowen went in for his wellness appointment yesterday.

The doctor is still a little worried about his breathing, his stomach is still retracting, and the nurse thought she heard wheezing.

So we are back to breathing treatments.

We never stopped, but were instructed to only do them when needed.

Now we are on a strict schedule again.

Every four hours.

After a week, if his breathing is still not better, he may need a steroid.

The rest of the appointment went well.

His brother has toughened him up to the point that he barely cried when he got his shots.

Last night was a little rough, but oh well.

I love my little man and hope this breathing thing gets better soon.


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Pimped out carseat.


The day I got home from the hospital I was inspired.

Nobody gets to breath their germy, gross breath on my baby.

Oh to the no.

I have never been one to care about germs, but Baby Bo needs some protection.

From the elements and the sickies.

I made him a carseat cover hangy thing.


Since that was all cute now, I didn’t want to put it on my hand-me-down 90’s carseat.

So I covered that too.

I am kind of getting into this sewing thing.

I wish I would have rounded the edges of the carseat cover but other than that, for just winging it, I think it is pretty much what I wanted.

Bo looks super cute in it.

And no one can bother him, and the cold can’t touch him.

Operation Keep Bo Healthy is in effect.


Hospital night three.


I am over it.

We have been here much longer than I expected.

My little man has been pretty sick.

High fevers.


Severe vomiting.

Difficulty breathing.

The tests came back, all 500 of them, and apparently he has 3 different respiratory viruses.

Now the doctors and nurses have to dress up in robes and masks to even walk in our room.

It is crazy.

The good news is he is starting to do better.

Which is great because I don’t think I could watch him get poked, prodded, and stuck any more.

They lowered his IV fluids by 50% and his breathing treatments are becoming less frequent.

I am praying that we can go home tomorrow.


A gentle reminder: We are blessed.


There is nothing like a hospital stay in pediatrics to remind you how truly blessed we are.

Our stay here is temporary.

And some kids know this place way too well.

Walking around these halls is enough to make me cry.

And every room I pass that looks more like a dorm room than a dull hospital room.

I pray.

Thank you.

Thank you Lord that my child won’t be here long enough for this to be his home.

Thank you for the one change of clothes I brought for the night.

Thank you for only one ambulance ride.

Good reports.

And a controllable temperature.

Thank you for Baby Bowen.

For every late night feedings.

All the wet and soiled diapers.

And those shrill longing cries for his mommy.

Because now I know,

These are health.

Every time I wake in the middle of the night to that sweet baby smell, restless little cry, and big blue eyes.

I will remember this trip.

And I will know.

We are blessed.


Meet the boss.


He is the tiny one.

That looks frightened because his older brother is within five feet of him.

But little does he know, he is in charge.

The boss determines what time I can go to bed.

When I can eat.

When I can sleep.

What days I can go to work.

How long I sleep.

How well I sleep.

How well his brother sleeps.

If anyone sleeps at all.


He is the boss.

My cute, little, tiny boss.



Brotherly Love



This will be one of many pictures of my two boys together.

I look forward to all of the years.

I look forward to all of the hugs.

All the high fives.

All the wrestling.

All the balls being thrown or kicked in the house behind my back.

All the giggles.

All the bedtime secrets.

The blanket made forts.

The bike rides.

And the small successes.

I look forward to all the times were you will stick up for each other.

Be a good friend.

And an encouraging voice.

I am so excited for you to share your lives together.

To grow older with a best friend.

To know that you always have someone in your corner.

I am so glad you are brothers.

Though there may be fights and a little rough housing along the way.

You will always have each other.

Brothers are forever.