Thankful but forgetful!

I was reminded today by my good friend at work that it was last year's Thanksgiving when we found out that we were having a precious little baby boy! Deo had been traveling for work when I got the sonogram, so I decided to wait so we could find out what we were having together. It just happened to be so close to Thanksgiving that we decided to wait and find out all together with both our families. I had our doctor seal the sonogram picture and gave it to one of my friends and best secret keeper I know. She bought some gender specific goodies and wrapped them in co-ed paper. It was such a wonderful experience to open up the gift and find out the news with our entire families, I can't believe it slipped my mind. I guess I just can't believe that was already one year ago! Good thing I have video and blogs to remember.

Here is the video of us opening up our gift and finding out soon-to-be Trey was a BOY!

And here is our happy boy one year later!

Our Very Own HOUSE Episode

Well, life is finally getting back, somewhat, to normal. For those of you who had been following my live facebook feed over the past couple of weeks, you know what was going on. Or at least knew pretty much as much as we did. It all started when Deo had returned from Colorado. He was there for work and since it was his last time going up there, he though he would make the drive to see what it was like. He brought a friend with him to help on the drive and keep him company. It was about a 13 hour drive, and after getting home he said he would "never do that again."

He returned on a Friday, slept basically through Saturday and woke up to go to the UA Homecoming game. He was still exhausted, but we trucked through the first half until we decided being up by 40 points was enough to call it quits for the day. Basically, Deo came home and crashed again until the night. He started to feel like he was coming down with a cold, or maybe just exhaustion from the quick drive to and from CO. Sunday morning he woke up in a pool of sweat. He was running a fever and looked hellish. I, for sure, thought it was the flu, since he was the only one of us who didn't get a flu shot. I was scared it was H1N1, so the baby and I stayed away. Deo was basically quarantined to our room and I even slept out in the family room on a air mattress. On Monday, Deo went to our PCP since he was still running a fever. By that time, the whites of his started turning yellow. The doctor thought it sounded like the flu, but was worried about his eyes, so prescribed tamaflu and ordered some blood work. "See me on Thursday," he said, "and we'll go over your blood work." Well, we didn't make it until Thursday. On Wednesday, Deo was still running a fever and the tamaflu wasn't helping at all. He said he felt like his body was shutting down. At that point, we decided to just go into the ER and get this thing figured out.

This is pretty much when our HOUSE episode started. They admitted him from the ER and basically started playing the rule out game. Flu test - negative. H1N1 - negative. Chest x-ray - negative. MRI - negative. They finally admitted him into Critical Care late that night, hooked him up to some general antibiotics, and we waited. And waited, and waited, and waited. Basically, this is how a hospital works. You wait a day to see the doctor. The doctor orders a test, which you have to wait until the next day to do because the doctor came so late in the day. You get the test, and then have to wait another day for the doctor to come in again and go over the results. And so on and so on until they find something. We did for a whole 7 days in the hospital. Poor Deo saw a GI doctor, a Infectious Disease doctor, and the floor doctor on rotation.

Basically, it was found that Deo contracted Cytomegalovirus, or CMV for short. I still don't really know what this is, but I guess it is a viral form of herpes (I know, sounds like an STD gone wrong but not quite). You can contract it various ways, but basically it can come from (wait for it...)someone who uses the restroom and not washing their hands. Ya...sickening! Basically, it is something that most people, at some point in their life will contract but our own immune systems take care of it. For some reason (maybe the traveling, driving, tiredness, etc.) Deo's immune system was suppressed enough where it couldn't fight off the CMV and so it caused an infection in his liver, which caused an inflamed bile duct, which was causing bile back up into his body, which was causing the fever, jaundice, and sharp pains in his back and abdomen. PHEW.

Deo was finally released from the hospital last Tuesday. He is getting better every day and is starting to get his energy back. He's tired, but for the most part, getting right back on track. We had such an outpouring of kindness from family and friends and we really appreciate that. I know Deo said that it helped him immensely, especially when he was in Critical Care without knowing why. And it helped me get through knowing I had support. To say the least, I am very happy that he is OK and can have my husband and Trey's dad around again. You go through an array of emotions going through something like this, so I'm just now processing through all those. It is, however, a great transition into Thanksgiving, truly being thankful for our health and the health of all those around us. I'm thankful for my husband and am looking forward to our life together; and hopefully no more scares like this for a while!

Obsessed Much?

Trey has his first real obsession (other than my boobs of course)...the dog's water! No matter where he is or what he is doing, if he catches a glimpse of that silver bowl he bee-lines it over there. He'll even be in the kitchen or the bedroom and if he hears the dogs slappin away at it, it's all he can focus on. Deo and I try to be really consistent as telling him "no" and "leave it" and then redirecting his attention. But it is definitely tiresome, especially now that he cruises pretty quickly! Mostly, he just looks at us, gives us a devilish grin, and continues on his journey. But we're hanging in there. I'm trying to learn how to get a stern and direct tone without yelling. Last Friday night, I got some videos of our "lessons."

I call this one Caught in the Act

This is one is Listening, but I don't know if playing with the lamp cord is any better

I call this one, Laughing, Playing...Dog Water

Later that evening after dinner and bath, Trey was getting anxious to see his Daddy after being gone all week for work. I thought it was cute how he was trying to mimic my tone! Now if I can only get him to say MA-MA!

They're Creepy and They're Kooky....

I had such a good Halloween this year. I guess anything beats hosting a Halloween bash at our house while being 5 months pregnant! But it really was so much fun. First, we headed up to Casa Grande to do some family time with the kids. We dressed up as the Addams Family. I was so excited about this since Trey is the perfect age to pull of little baby Addams from the Addams Family Values (Pubert is his real name). We had a hard time finding something that would work. In the movie, Pubert wore a little grey pajama set with a spider on the lapel. So I don't think he ever quite wore a suit in the movie, but people definitely figured out who he was.



Alexis was a Clown Ringmaster, which her grandma made the costume (so cute), and little Malorie was a kitten.


Trey did really well during the Trick-or-Treating. We had him the stroller and walked him up to doors with his nieces to get the "experience" of it. I was worried he would be scared of Deo and I all dressed up, but he didn't seem to mind at all. And I have to say, Casa Grande did a pretty good job. Some houses were decorated so cool! We even go some photos with some of the lawn decorations.

Afterwards, we headed back down to Tucson to go to our "joint" Halloween party with my friend, Marisa...or should I say Zombie Cheerleader. But don't mess with this Cheerleader; she was a fighter and didn't succumb to the zombies too easily (that was her back story as she says all good zombie costumes need a back story, and he costume was good!). It was our first night away from the baby and he did so well. He stayed with his Auntie Monica and she said he didn't cry at all and slept all through night (which doesn't even happen at home). It ended up being quite a small party but I had soo much fun! It even ended up some pumpkin smashing (which I always wanted to do, contained of course). Thanks for letting us use your house, Marisa :)

Til next year....MUAHHH UAHHH AHHHH!