Here's the problem - technically we are the closest people to Andy's sister, but she is still a good 30-45 minutes away from our house. So the entire drive down there we are wondering how bad this situation is. Should she really call an ambulance? Are we going to get there and find her passed out....or worse? Andy finally got her on the phone and was able to talk to her as we drove down there. That helped to calm our nerves. But the kid is 23 years old. She should not be having chest pains and a H.R. upwards of 120.
Turns out she had gone to the E.R. earlier that day...without telling anyone. They did an EKG, blood tests, a chest x-ray, etc. Her potassium was low and she was dehydrated so they gave her some fluids. But other than that, they couldn't find a cause. She said she felt good for a few hours after she got home, but then her heart rate went up and the chest pain returned.
They ran her blood again and did another EKG when we brought her in. Again her potassium was low, but other than that, nothing seemed to be wrong. Her heart rate was definitely high. The alarm kept going off. We ended up staying at the E.R. until midnight. The doctor said he didn't think her chest pain was anything to worry about and could just be a sign that she was getting a virus. Awesome...so all that time and no answers. They gave her some anti-nausea medications and sent her home. Needless to say, I was exhausted on Monday morning and paranoid as crap! As soon as we left his sister's house I started internally panicking that I exposed Jack to something horrible. I gave him a bath right away when we got home, and Andy and I both showered, but I couldn't shake the worry.
I considered scrapping the halloween idea altogether. He is only 7 months afterall. But as the end of the work day drew near, I just got this funny urge to follow through. So I ran to the fabric store to get supplies. I was shocked to see kids already out trick-or-treating as I was driving home. Seriously? I get that most parent's want to get their kids to bed early, but most working-folk are still on their way home. In fact, I actually turned the first doorbell ringers away. I had just walked into the house and still needed to feed the baby, not to mention myself. Andy laughed and told Jack "Mommy's a bitch". But seriously! I am giving you free candy. It is up to me when I chose to do that. So I told them 'come back in an hour we're not quite ready yet'.
I whipped up a hat....it was floppy and not awesome, but whatever, I figured I had enough fabric to make a good one later. Then I cut a tiny beard. Voila! A lumberjack was born.
the beard lasted about 30 seconds. Just long enough to take a few pictures.
Can't be a lumberjack without an axe
snuggling my babe
The issue with Jack crawling like a crazy person, is it is no longer easy to get him to sit still for a photo. This was an attempt to put him in his bouncy seat, which he is WAY too big for, and it still didn't work. Whatever.
at least someone appreciated my beard. hahaha. I told him he reminded me of the king puppet from Mr. Rogers.
Hope you all had a great Halloween!