The Daily Hailey

I had a very different post planned for today. The corner of my bedroom is LOADED with yarn, projects, inventory, etc. It is a total mess. Todays post was going to be a before and after of that corner, all fixed up and organized. However, plans changed.

At around 5pm, we were downstairs playing with Dekker when he started fussing. He has entered a fun new stage where he is testing some boundaries and has started to throw tantrums. In this case, he would push one of those walk-behind toys, and if it got hung up or bumped into another toy, he would plop down and wail. When he tantrums and freaks out over silly things like that, we’ve chosen not to address him at all. We’re hoping that he will lose interest in trying to get our attention that way. Anyway, he would not let up. Finally, we got down right with him and tried to offer him different toys. He cried. Sitting on our laps, he cried. watching a different show on tv, he cried. So we went upstairs to play somewhere different. He cried. So we decided he was probably feeling gross (like the rest of the world right now) and, being Dekker, probably wanted to sleep it off. Guess what he did. He cried. We are not afraid to let him cry himself to sleep if he needs to. But he just would NOT let up! Sooo out of character for him!  We got him back up and tried to give him a snack. Still inconsolable. Cuddles in bed with mom and dad, he cried. Diaper change, toys, no clothes, more clothes, he cried and cried. A half hour in we called the health line. They, of course, said we needed to rush to the hospital. I felt at such a loss with him, I agreed and started to get the family ready. After about 45 minutes of crying, he calmed down, and was back to his old self, playing and giggling. Totally confused, we opted for his clinic instead of the hospital. He walked around the waiting room, checking our new people and banging his toys against the tables. We got in to see a doctor who seemed kind of gruff and uninterested. However, he did the all-over exam with Dekker on my lap so he’d be more comfortable. Once it was over, Dekker walked around the little exam room while we talked.

I am embarrassed to say that the doctor said it was probably gas. I always feel a little dumb when the answer is “He looks perfect” yet its not like I went in hoping something was wrong. Does that make sense? The doctor said especially how we described how his crying stopped kind of abruptly and he was back to being Dekker, it was passed. If he was still hurting, he’d still be crying. Once we had concluded that everything was fine but we’d keep an eye on things, instead of heading out to his next room, he just sat and watched Dekker. Probably for about 30 seconds, he sat on his chair and just watched Dekker toddle around the stool and check out the magazines. In that moment, I got a nice warm vibe from him. I remembered how, during Dekkers exam, the doctor had the ear-checker thing in his hand and he was flashing the light to give Dekker something interesting to look at. He was really quite gentle with my son, which is huge for me. After he watched Dekker for a while, he got up to go and said bye to Dekker specifically. Deks doesn’t wave much at all, but the doctor waited at the door, saying “Bye buddy!” until he got a cute little shy smile. And then he was gone.

We’re home now. We picked up some tea from Tims on the way, since Brady is decently sick and y throat is trying to kill me from the inside. Dekker had a bit of milk and is sleeping soundly after lovely cuddles with mommy. We are all tired and ready for bed.

But first – supper.