Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Hmmm can someone say RIBS???!! Perhaps the Salt Lick with my Great-Uncle Jeff??? Isn't it BYOB there? I guess for me that means "Bottle" instead of "Beer." Sometimes life just isn't fair!
Monday, April 28, 2008
Jack went to the doctor again today and all is looking better, although he must continue all his meds, the baths and the junk up his nose. His fever has been down and he seems to be in better spirits. 9 more days and hopefully we can move on to better things!
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Just when you're in the home-stretch of being better, being done with antibiotics and being able to return to daycare, FEVER strikes again. Jack had a fever of 102.2 today which caused alarm with the doctor because he is on antibiotics. Just like two weeks ago, we loaded up and went to the doctors office (fortunately not the ER...this Dr. is great! He realizes that people get sick on the weekends too, thanks Dr. Caldwell!) Jack no longer had a fever when we got there but the doctor believes the antibiotics he were given didn't do the trick. He had some puss in his incision and an infection starting. There are two antibiotics that can be prescribed for what Jack had/has so as Dr. Caldwell said, "It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what to give him now." So...we returned home with the other antibiotic and cream that we have to rub in his incision and put up his nose. Yes, up his nose. You can imagine how well that goes over w/an 8-month old. Poor little bubba, just when we think this debacle is over! His fever went up again and we had to call the nurse. She said not to worry until it was 105! What? 105??? Oh well, I certainly am not the one that went to nursing school so I'll take her direction.
Tonight I actually cried, I felt so bad poking, proding, rubbing, taping, cleaning out his incision et cetera. Jack was crying, I was crying and Murphy just stared at us.
Send Jack good thoughts!
Saturday, April 26, 2008
After two weeks of full-time "Doctor Dan", the time has come for his retirement and return to Petsmart. Fortunately the timing is perfect and Jack is requiring less and less medical care. What Doctor Dan can no longer provide, Nurse Murphy and Nurse Finnegan will be able to manage. A lick a day keeps the doctor away is how the saying goes in this household!
A million thanks from Big Jack and Mom for all your efforts since the 13th of April. We thank you for your loving care, patience, housecleaning, cooking and feel so lucky that you are our Dad/Husband! Thanks for continually giving of yourself selflessly!
You're the best and we love you!
Anyone who had met Murphy knows that he can't live without his racquetball. He loves to chase after it and will actually retrieve it, unlike anything else we throw to him. Sometimes he is more of a "Golden," than a "Golden RETRIEVER." Anyways, as Jack was taking his bath tonight, Murphy kept dropping his raquetball in the bath (you can see in floating in some of the pictures) in hopes that Jack would throw it for him. Although Jack is developing his skills quickly (Have we mentioned the endless standing efforts or his ability to turn on and off the DVD player? He is definitely Dan's son!) he still can't get a good right arm to throw it for him. With time my dear Murphy with time. And God Bless Murphy's little heart, he will keep waiting and waiting and waiting. It's true what the say about Golden's, they love their kiddos!
After my first sleepover with my Mom's good friend (I did great, and Mom and Dad enjoyed having the night alone. Thanks Lourdes and Duane!), we had a busy day. We did the Texas Roundup 5K and then we went to see Clifford, the Big Red Dog. Of course, I also had to have my picture taken with Ronald McDonald (Mom's favorite restaurant..How much longer until I can have a french fry?) and the H-E-Buddy! (For all you out-of-towners, HEB is our grocery store!)
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Doctor Dan and Patient Jack Turpin received flying colors and A+'s on their report card from Doctor Sanchez. Jack's incision is starting to heal and has not become infected! Yeah! (Which in itself is a small miracle considering it is very difficult to give him the accurate dose of antibiotics since we have to fight his resistance and his "spitting" it out. Sometimes I think my shirt gets more than his body) He is down to two baths a day and only one "cleaning" of the incision. Things are looking up in the Turpin household. Way to go Dan and Jack!
Sunday, April 20, 2008
I just can't get enough of these baths. I am the cleanest 8 month old around, guaranteed. Especially since Murphy likes to come lick me while I am in the tub. I don't mind, heck, isn't that what antibiotics are for?
Parental note: This picture was taken at 9:30 p.m. Aren't babies supposed to be tired at that time? Oh no, not our Jack.
Can't stop me. I am a man on the go. I went to my first UT Baseball Game in early preparation because my Grandma Venzke promises to take me to a Chicago Cubs game when I am older. I was quite pleasant throughout the game until my parents had to give me my antibiotics during the 4th inning. I thought we were going to get a hot dog and I end up with a mouthful of lousy medicine. Gross.
I had my dressing changed and bath when I got home. There was a bit of redness and some bleeding. Good thing I go back to Dr. Sanchez tomorrow!
What a week can do! I am so much better than last week but am still HATING my dressing changes and the antibiotics. Mom and Dad hate giving it to me too. They have to tag-team it because I cry/fuss/push away/straighten my back. It is pretty unpleasant for all of us. They keep telling me that it is only for 7 more days but that seems like a lot to me! This morning Murphy and I hung out, Finnegan wasn't interested because there wasn't any food around. We played and I looked, well, more like "chewed" some books.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Jack's new trade is being a fishing hook. Everything he gets near/touches, he reels in like a fish hook. It is quite impressive but a little concerning when it is the drapes, blinds, cord to the fan, cord to the vacuum, papers that need to be kept in order, books that shouldn't be chewed, electrical sockets, his crib, and the list goes on and on and on and on and on...Gotta love it.