discopete1 (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} discopete1) wrote,@ 2007-04-23 12:38:00 |
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Philip's Phever, and a visit from Bacon.
I'm not really sure what I'm still doing with an LJ right now. Seems to mostly be a diary, and a place to post my artistic nudes for those on the filter list. In light of the former, last week Philip had a fever. This is scary in <2 month-old children, so we took him to CHOP, where they did a spinal tap and other unpleasant things. His white blood cell count came in at 10, which is just on the low end for a meningitis symptom (something like 10-10,000), and so he was admitted. It was creepy swapping back and forth with T to spend time at CHOP, as we were both even more sleep deprived than we were before Philip got sick. That and I'd just finished a book The Children's Hospital about a children's hospital afloat after God dissolves his convenant and re-deluges the earth.
Anyhow, Philip is mostly all better now, thankfully they were just being cautious. It was kind of nice to spend uninterupted time with him. He has just started smiling back at us, with only half his mouth so far. You catch him sleeping and giving a full grin at times. My guess is that he's dreaming about the same thing that I dream about when I smile in my sleep.
Philipa was obviously a little upset about Philip being in the hospital. I was in the bathroom at home getting ready and I heard her babbling about something. I came out and found that she'd gotten a diaper out for Philip, opened it up, and put it on the change table. It was kind of a cargo cult for kids (kargo kult?). She was really happy to see him that night when she visited CHOP.
T's sister was here too. Her son is about 6 months old, so Philipa thought he was very neat, and we thought he was much more fun than Philip. Philipa's mispronunciation of her cousin's is 'Bacon', which bugged my sister-in-law when I said it.
I got such a kick out of it that I kept asking Philipa "Who's that on the floor?"
"Bacon!"
My SIL declined my suggestion that this would be the perfect nickname for her son.
Finally, after weeks of telling her that 'the animals are sleeping', we went to the zoo on Saturday, along with the rest of Philadelphia. Ironically enough, several animals were sleeping when we got there, so I told Philipa, "See, the animals are just waking up now!"
I'm not really sure what I'm still doing with an LJ right now. Seems to mostly be a diary, and a place to post my artistic nudes for those on the filter list. In light of the former, last week Philip had a fever. This is scary in <2 month-old children, so we took him to CHOP, where they did a spinal tap and other unpleasant things. His white blood cell count came in at 10, which is just on the low end for a meningitis symptom (something like 10-10,000), and so he was admitted. It was creepy swapping back and forth with T to spend time at CHOP, as we were both even more sleep deprived than we were before Philip got sick. That and I'd just finished a book The Children's Hospital about a children's hospital afloat after God dissolves his convenant and re-deluges the earth.
Anyhow, Philip is mostly all better now, thankfully they were just being cautious. It was kind of nice to spend uninterupted time with him. He has just started smiling back at us, with only half his mouth so far. You catch him sleeping and giving a full grin at times. My guess is that he's dreaming about the same thing that I dream about when I smile in my sleep.
Philipa was obviously a little upset about Philip being in the hospital. I was in the bathroom at home getting ready and I heard her babbling about something. I came out and found that she'd gotten a diaper out for Philip, opened it up, and put it on the change table. It was kind of a cargo cult for kids (kargo kult?). She was really happy to see him that night when she visited CHOP.
T's sister was here too. Her son is about 6 months old, so Philipa thought he was very neat, and we thought he was much more fun than Philip. Philipa's mispronunciation of her cousin's is 'Bacon', which bugged my sister-in-law when I said it.
I got such a kick out of it that I kept asking Philipa "Who's that on the floor?"
"Bacon!"
My SIL declined my suggestion that this would be the perfect nickname for her son.
Finally, after weeks of telling her that 'the animals are sleeping', we went to the zoo on Saturday, along with the rest of Philadelphia. Ironically enough, several animals were sleeping when we got there, so I told Philipa, "See, the animals are just waking up now!"
