Thursday, May 14, 2009

my sweet, sweet Rose and a little life in between

Some of the most precious things have been coming out of little Isabelle Rose's lips lately. Like tonight while I was fixing dinner, Belle plopped down next to her daddy on the arm of the couch, looked at me and randomly said, "This is my best friend, daddy. He's my best friend." Aron melted.
Later in the evening, Belle wanted to take her Bear for a walk outside. She diapered him, rocked him, gave him a milk bottle, then gently strapped him in the stroller. As we were walking out the door, I heard her gently explain to him, "No, I cannot hold you. I have a baby in my belly, and you are heavy, so you need to ride in the stroller."


This week has been an exhausting one. It started Sunday night when Isabelle climbed up on my belly and immediately fell asleep at 8:00 pm. Okay, this is NOT my child...she's a late night owl, and never falls asleep cuddling in the living room. I figured she must have been really exhausted. Then I realized, "No, she's burning up." Oh yes, a high fever.
I stayed home from work Monday and took her to the doctor. The bacteria count in her blood was very high, but there were no other symptoms to account for where the infection may be originating. We just got a call from the doctor saying we need to bring her back in tomorrow for further testing as Monday's results had to have been contaminated (she's growing 3 different bugs simultaneously, & this is highly unlikely they say).

Tuesday I woke up so very sick with some sort of sinus infection. 3 days later I'm feeling absolutely miserable. I have 12 very long hours to look forward to tomorrow, so I'm praying for some healing with rest tonight!

One last story before I turn in:

Tonight Belle and I went to JoAnn's to finish gathering fabric for the baby's quilt. Feeling as bad as I do, I thought a nice warm drink would soothe my throat, so I grabbed a Caramel Machiato from Starbucks on the way. I left my latte next to Belle in the cart while it cooled, but quickly neglected it as I became engrossed in the wall of fabric before me. That is, until I heard, "Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp." I looked down to see Belle chugging my Starbucks. I had only had a few sips before she downed it like a sippy cup of milk. She lowered the cup, grinned, and said, "Ummm, that's good coffee, mommy." I bet it was. There wasn't a drop left for me.

ejk

5 comments:

j said...

Love your Belle stories (especially the Starbucks one :) Praying you (and Belle)feel better soon and have the energy and strength to get through a long day at work. Being pregnant and sick is not fun...my heart goes out to you.

beckyjomama said...

That is too cute - all of the stories. She is just the sweetest thing ... gets it from her mommy!

So, how long did it take to get the caffeine out of her little system? Hattie once shuged a Mt. Dew and Oh My WORD!!!!! She was literally BOUNCING! For HOURS! And HOURS!

Kim said...

Sorry you're sick. :( I am, too. But I bet being pregnant makes it extra miserable. Love you, girl.

Kelli said...

I hope you & Belle are feeling better.

I am giggling about the starbucks. I can't leave my coffee unattended either.

How is the quilt coming?

grandma kirk said...

I love little Belle. Give her hugs and kisses for me.I just love hearing about her adventures and the things she says Ill keep you in my prayers!love and miss you guys