Sleep much?

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Photo proof that past night was a bit rough.

Michael forgot his coffee when he left for work.

An oopsie only the really sleep deprived know all too well.

The hours between midnight and 6:30 a.m. are a blur of Marshall’s screams, feeds, and exhaustion.

Darn shots.  (And gas didn’t help either.)

The good news is our little man is sleeping comfortably now.  Which I expect will continue for much of the day.  So he can scream at us all night…

In celebration of coffee, I offer my thanks… fuel for a warm bath, massage, and some Tylenol to help Marshall along…

Eagle Spotting

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Just south of town on our driver home yesterday, I spotted a MASSIVE bird.  (I have this thing about birds so it was a huge deal…)

Needless, this elegant, soaring, and MASSIVE (I cannot stress how big this thing was) bird captivated me – especially when I realized he or she had a white head and brown body.

SOOOO I pulled over. 

It was only after watching this beauty in flight that I remembered to take a pic. 😉 If you zoom way in an look above & smidge left of the windmill, you will see this magnificent beast of a bird. 

It’s wingspan in flight had to have stretched wider than I am tall…

True awesomeness 🙂

Marshall got his shots

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We waited 2.5 extra weeks.

Here is to hope that is in Marshall’s favor…

Michael stayed with him while they stuck him.  I stood at the reception desk plugging my ears.

I couldn’t bear it.  And I could still hear his cries.

Michael agreed: “It’s heartbreaking. ”

So far Marshall is ok.

And as for me, I am worried…some days more than others…

Today’s the day

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Last week was so hectic I didn’t get the chance to report that Marshall saw his pediatrician for a follow up after our big Upstate Break.

All things considered, he was exactly as he was supposed to be.  His lungs were full of crackling gunk and his “well baby” appointment went as well as most two month appointments go.

They weighed, measured, and marked their findings.

He screamed.

I signed away more of my financial future by requesting those infamous Synagis shots ($1300 a pop…for the entire 7 months of RSV season). 

And we went on to discuss the Great Immunization Debate. I relayed to our pediatrician all of details of that uncomfortable conversation with Dr. Infectious Disease at Upstate.  And also discussed my hesitancy (to better understand this, look up the endings of other heart babies stories who get their immunizations and…I can’t even mention it).

I am not on “the anti-immunization team.” In fact,  the measles outbreaks in Ohio and New York rattled me further. 

I am on “the make informed decisions” team.

Which makes today really hard.  

Marshall goes for his second post Upstate follow up. 

And he will be getting some of his immunizations if his doctor feels he is healthy enough. 

Per his teams both here and in Boston,  it has to be done. Trust me, I grilled both before getting to today.

Per my mama bear instincts, his immunizations will be done on HIS schedule…despite this nagging, unexplainable trepidation I feel.

Dear god let this be the right decision…