Well, our little guy is over a week old. I can't believe it! The first few days after he was born were great (if you take a way the constant crying and tantrums from a certain Miss Tay). We were all enjoying the new little life that joined our family. Sometimes things are to good to be true. Tuesday night Carter starting getting sick...the flu (the mild version thankfully). Not good- especially when he passes it to his Mommy a couple of days later. Having the flu right after having a baby is a nightmare! Luckily, we have been taken care of with delicious meals from friends, church members, and the neighborhood moms group. Drew has only only had to make a meal a few times. The left overs have been particularly helpful to me. On days when I feel like I can drag my sickly body downstairs, all I have to do is pop something in the microwave and then slink back upstairs to eat it. My fever has stayed constant around 103 F. but peaked yesterday at 104.5 F. Thankfully today I feel much better but I am still hanging out in bed. Drew has been run ragged trying to care for all of us and keep our home in order. I am praying that Taylor, Drew, and our little guy stay healthy. Drew had planned to go back to work yesterday but I was in no shape to care for myself, a newborn, crazy girl, and sickly brother. He stayed home again today but has to go back tomorrow. Hopefully I can will my body back to normal by tomorrow at 8 a.m. when he needs to leave. Carter is feeling much better- he just has the sniffles and his appetite is coming back.
I already feel mothers guilt over the loss of our "babymoon". With the exception of the first few days, I feel like we have totally missed out on our newborns most precious time on earth. Nothing can replace the first week. We haven't taken many pictures, he hasn't had his foot prints done, he hasn't had his first bath, and oh ya...he still doesn't have a name! I think we have decided on a first name but I'll leave you all in suspense for a little bit longer...
So in addition to having the flu, Carter woke up last Thursday with leg cramps. They were very painful and probably very scary, and by the morning he decided that he couldn't use his legs. So Drew has been carrying him up and down the stairs, helping him go to the bathroom, etc. for the past several days. Yesterday he started crawling on his hands and knees to get around. Since he already missed preschool last week, we didn't want him to miss it again today but he was still refusing to walk as of last night.
So we did what any good parent does (no not really). We told him that he either needed to start walking or he had to go to the doctor to have his legs "checked". After a lot of tears and a phone call to Kaiser, Carter had an appointment for this morning. Our plan worked! The doctor actually was sick and the office called and canceled the appointment before we had to. Miraculously, Carter started walking again this morning. He is still afraid to put weight on his flat feet so he is walking on his tippy toes but at least he is walking! Poor guy- I am sure his "charlie horses" really did hurt him but oh the drama of an already stressful week.