* Took Corrigan to the local ER for the first time yesterday. He has been really suffering from his cold this past week and yesterday Mark and I decided that he was just not acting like himself. This was the first time that we have implemented his emergency protocol and I have to say that I was pleasantly surprised to find that the staff at Memorial was willing to listen to me when I tried to tell them how to do their job and took, very seriously, the possibility that Corrigan could be in medical trouble. The good news is that, metabolically, Corrigan is as good as he was two weeks ago at Hopkins. His ammonia lab came back a respectable 43 and we all took a deep breath and then sighed with relief. It was an important "test run" and even though I feel badly that Corrigan had to suffer five attempts to draw blood…the peace of mind that this cold has not impacted him citru-sick wise is worth it. Of course, if Corrigan could talk I imagine he would tell us to take that "worth it" comment and shove it….well, you know. ha.
* Due to the untimely demise of our Fisher Price Papasan swing, Corrigan was forced to sleep in a porta-crib for the first full night, last night. The past few sick nights I had tried, rather stupidly, to continue to use the swing and rock it by hand for hours upon hours. At one point, I was so desperate for sleep, yet Corrigan would stir angrily everytime the swing stopped moving, that I tied some curling ribbon to the seat and unrolled it across the living room to the couch where I then spent a good hour in and out of sleep while jerking the ribbon, seizure-like, everytime I heard him awaken.
* Corrigan slept better than he has in a month, last night, in his "big baby-woo hoo!" bed. Who knew that he did not enjoy cramming his 18 pound hulk-baby body into that tiny little swing seat.
*I really need to learn to stop writing in both present and past tense at the same time. How hard is it to keep my "is"s and "was"s straight? Obviously, lack of sleep has caused me great harm in the grammar department. What has been my excuse the past 10 years then?
*48 days, 15 hours, 17 minutes, and 1 seconds left until Christmas!