The Waiting Game

January 24 (#2's due date) has come and gone, and still no baby.  I was 3 cm dilated at my last appointment on Tuesday and my doc was very excited and thought I'd have him before my next scheduled appointment on Monday.  But so far, other than a few non-painful and sporadic contractions on Thursday evening and yesterday afternoon, there's no sign of him.

At this point, it appears we'll have two stubborn boys on our hands, but I guess we could have expected that, given that they have two stubborn parents...

We've been relaxing and enjoying our final days as a family of three, including lots of snuggles on the couch together, a trip to the duck park and the slides, and a family grocery shopping trip this morning, complete with a kid's hot chocolate.   Corey and I are catching up on lots of Breaking Bad episodes at night - we're hoping to complete season 4 this weekend. What a great show.  And as of this past Monday, I am officially working from home until the baby arrives, which has been nice.

Unfortunately Jackson caught the worst cold he's had and has been home from school since Tuesday with a fever and cough.  He's had numerous colds in his 2.5 years, but none have effected him much or kept him up at night but this one is a doozy.  He's been waking up with coughing attacks multiple times each night.  "I'm coughin', I'm coughin'!!", he'll tell us through tears when we go in to comfort him.  So far though, the honey we've given him before he's gone to sleep has helped a bit.  He's also been sleeping with a water bottle and surprisingly has actually been drinking it throughout the night.   At one point this week, we also thought we may have an ear infection on our hands, but after already visiting the doctor the day before (at which his ears appeared fine), the nurse I spoke to on the phone didn't think it could already be an infection and perhaps was just fluid starting to build up and suggested trying Tylenol, which seemed to do the trick, thank goodness. 

What's funny though is that during the day at the peek of his cold, he was in a GREAT mood - even happier, more polite, and more agreeable than normal.  If we told him no or asked him to do something he wouldn't normally want to do, he'd just say, "okay, mommy/daddy" and he was thanking us for everything many times each day. 

At this point, his fever is gone and he just has his cough, which is starting to sound a little better - perhaps thanks to the humidifier Corey picked up earlier this week. And the Jackson we know and love is back - still happy and polite, but a bit less agreeable and a bit more apt to get upset when things don't go his way at times. 

What rough timing for a cold to hit our house, I tell ya!  I am just glad Jackson seems to be on the mend though, and I guess the overnight wake-ups are preparing us for the reality of a newborn soon...

We're thinking #2 may have delayed his arrival in order for Jackson to be fully recovered.  So, now that we're nearly there Mini Moran #2, we are ready for you! 

Jackson had a rough time falling asleep last night. After counting to 15 in Spanish (all on his own!), saying the Humpty Dumpty rhyme, he ended with this, shortly before falling asleep. (In case you can't tell, it's him reciting "Baa, baa black sheep".)

 

Intently watching the Chipmunks movie he received for Christmas for the first time this morning.