A little background on Emerson.

Alright… in order to sort of clarify the current situation with Emerson for everyone. I haven’t been super good about the blog recently, if only because the recent situation has just made our lives super crazy.

Currently, Emerson is in Children’s Hospital in the ICU, on what seems to be a very slow road to recovery from RSV. He’s improved from his initial situation, but everything is very slow going. When he improves on one thing, the doctors seem to worry about something else. Right now, the concern is his blood pressure and his heart.

So a quick summary of the story so far…

On the weekend two weeks ago we were all home, and the girls were nursing nasty-sounding colds. They didn’t seem to feel bad. On Sunday, it seemed like we’d gotten through the worst of it, when Emerson started his own bit of coughing. As he’d already just gotten over a cold, we weren’t too worried, and just figured a few good rounds of baby-booger-sucking would pretty well solve the problem, and I went to Lacey on Monday with no reason to believe that Heather would have problems. By Tuesday evening, she called from Children’s Hospital. He’d stopped eating (he could eat or breathe, but not both.) At 10PM, he was in the PICU, with a breathing and feeding tube.

I came home Wednesday morning, not knowing much of anything. I knew that Stephanie had taken the girls (there’s a photo of her at Lydia’s 2nd birthday party), Heather was at Children’s with Emerson, and Heather’s car was at the pediatrician’s office (Emerson got to ride in a nifty ambulance.) I went and got the car first (I didn’t know how bad off Emerson was, so I thought we might need it to get him home.)

Once I saw Emerson, I realized how bad it was. He had tubes all over him, and taped to his face. He was asleep (thankfully), and I saw they’d hooked him up with some morphine. When I asked why, the nurse said that the breathing tube is normally “pretty uncomfortable” for infants. That sort of brought a sick feeling to my stomach, and I left to go get the girls, wondering where I’d stop to throw up if I needed to.

Emerson tested positive for RSV on Wednesday evening. RSV is a simple respiratory virus, but he had a bacterial infection in his lungs, which let the virus get in good and deep. They did an echo-cardiogram (a standard thing to do), and were shocked to find the left side of his heart to be a great deal larger than it ought to be. That’s when they got very worried, concerned that the virus might have infected his heart.

After much testing and much medication, we come to today. He’s still in the ICU, and his heart is the primary worry right now. At first, they thought it was just the RSV, but it didn’t respond to any normal RSV treatments (stayed the same size). They tried Milirinone first, then an IVIG, and most recently, steroids. He’s got another echo-cardiogram scheduled tomorrow, and hopefully, the steroids will have done the job, and he’ll have some decent improvements on the size of his heart. Otherwise, we may be looking at something like a biopsy, so see why his heart is so big.

Currently, having him home for Thanksgiving seems like a pipe dream, but there’s always hope. Seems like next week is possible (they’ve been weaning him off the IV meds, which will get him out of the ICU) but the doctors aren’t saying too much on that side.

Anyway… he’s working on getting better. He looks 1000% better, he just needs a good test result to start the right motions. Maybe the echo will be good tomorrow. Or at least, he’ll be 90% weaned off his IVs. Either way… some good news would be nice.

Saying less and less in October.

I don’t mean to say so little, but there really isn’t that much particularly to talk about right now.

Last weekend we did the Pumpkin Prowl at the zoo, and then did the trick-or-treating on the waterfront in Seattle, but um… most of the people who read this blog were probably there with us anyway.

Weeks are dragging a bit from a work perspective. Right now, I’d say I’m doing about 12 hours a week of actual work-work. The rest, well… I read a lot, fiddle with systems, and try to tweak queries to be a little faster. I wish I could be more helpful on the project, but the project is written in Java, and I’m not a huge Java guy. The production database has already been designed, and has a dedicated team of folks working it. However, right now I couldn’t realistically see anyone else doing the work. The old system is like 20 years old, and most of the stuff I’m querying comes from that old system. The SQL (the language you use to write database queries) itself isn’t hard at all (no query I’ve written requires more than a few months experience with SQL), but all the damned tribal knowledge required to write the simplest thing makes the whole process ridiculously overcomplicated.

Business Analyst: “You need to make sure you filter out the ‘H’ records.”
Me: “OK, what’s an ‘H’ record?”
BA: “It’s a temporary ADP Record we modified in 1994.”
Me: “But ADP records were the ‘U’ codes.”
BA: “Not for Region 2.”
Me: “…”
BA: “They used the ‘G’ code.”
Me: “…”
BA: “Can I get the icon in cornflower-blue?”
Me: (dies a little inside) “Sure”

I’m going home on Thursday this week, so I hope to have enough time to publish up some new photos. Heather used to send them to be daily, but having a whole week without me does seem to be causing her some difficulties (especially as our children are so young.) Hopefully, the extra day will help Heather get a little breathing time, and get the kids back into a state of something that seems normal.

Tomorrow night is Halloween, where we’ll likely be trick-or-treating in downtown Bothell again. Bothell is great for kids, and the trick-or-treating downtown is a lot of fun for them. Also, it’s done fairly early, so we can get the kids all dressed up in costumes and whatever, yet still down to bed at a reasonable hour.

That’s all for now…

Saturday at Bothell Landing

Saturday started with a distinctly windy feel. It was moist, as many Seattle-Area days start, but with a thick of dark grey quick-moving clouds in the sky. Fall has come quite fully, and leaves are collecting in earnest around most everyplace. The word of the day though, was “wind.” A strong inconstant wind, not quite gusty, but slower and rolling. Like someone was making tea… the wind would just steadily increase in speed until the whistle blew, when someone removed it from the fire, and it would stop abruptly. Within 15 minutes or so, the cycle began again, and the wind would resume the boil. Temperatures were in the high 50s and low 60s; certainly bearable, but given the wind, jackets seemed the order of the day.

Zoe, Lydia and I went to Bothell Landing (as has become the Daddy custom) again after a pancake breakfast. It was something of a chore to get them into coats and clothes and shoes and things, but once accomplished they seemed happy enough to be at the park. I required a coffee, as although I’d made coffee with breakfast, I forgot to actually drink any. I, with a mocha in hand, got the girls into the swings (despite warnings of “wet pants”) and began our “just got to the park” ritual. Both girls have become avid swing set fans. In Zoe, the change is more pronounced; when she was Lydia’s age, she didn’t want anything to do with swings. Lydia has always enjoyed them.

Once swinging had become less interesting, they jumped out, and began climbing and jungle-gyming, only to find that the jungle-gym was entirely too wet to be enjoyed. We decided to take a small walk, to look for leaves with interesting colors. The girls didn’t immediately take to the idea (moping about the wet junglegym seemed enough initially) until a lucky breeze gently blew dozens of several hundred leaves from one of the taller trees. Suddenly, eyes lit up as a miniature (yet also enlarged) snowstorm of leaves came towards them, and suddenly I was jogging after my toddlers, while they ran to catch anything still flying.

After a few leaf-storms, the girls found a tree that seemed suitable for climbing. Zoe, after achieving the third branch (a good 5 feet above ground) stated quite plainly that: 1) she had magically transformed herself into a Tree Princess, and 2) she would not be coming back home anymore with Daddy nor her sister and 3) as a Tree Princess, she was no longer bound to things such as “bedtime” or “consequences.” (Consequences = “punishment for less than desirable behavior.” in enlightedliberalparentese aka Heatherspeak.) As there were no further handholds above the one she had most recently reached, I acquiesced, indicating that I thought her mother might miss her.

Lydia kept trying to get to the bottom branch, but couldn’t quite negotiate it after a good 15 minutes of trying. It was ~2 feet up, but wide and thick, which made getting her arms fully around it to climb it the most difficult task. I picked her up and sat her on the branch, which seemed to satisfy her enough to begin a “tight rope walk” on the thick branch. Within seconds, she slipped, planted her butt on the branch, and told me that she was quite tired of tree climbing now, and had decided that Tiger Hunting should be the order of the next 20-30 minutes or so. I pulled her down, and we began a tiger hunt. Mainly, it involved Lydia finding an appropriate tiger hunting stick, and then striking trees with it. A few minutes into the tiger-hunt, Zoe realized getting down from the tree would likely involve some acrobatics (or at minimum, a more advanced tumbling skill.) While Zoe was retrieved, she indicated that she didn’t want to be a Tree Princess anymore.

The park hadn’t cleaned up too much after the Tiger Hunt, so we decided to head home, and get some lunch. The wind had gotten stronger, and more frequently gusty feel, and rain started to fall. Even a few of the “I run / bike / extremesomething everyday” folks were obviously packing it in. I wondered about lunch, but mostly wondered if Heather had gotten enough sleep. As we made our way home, the clouds were rolling more violently and quickly. The wind was howling a touch, and Lydia asked “Can I have hot chocolate?”

I didn’t know if we had any hot chocolate, but even if we didn’t and I had to stop at the store, the answer would be yes.

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas

With the nearing holiday, we’ve gotten distinctively more festive in the house. This weekend, we spent a date night on Saturday, and since there weren’t any movies out we wanted to see, we went shopping for the girls gifts at Target. On Sunday (when the Seahawks lost) we went and picked up a tree from Top Food (<$20, gotta love the price.)

We didn’t decorate it right away, rather saving that pleasantry for Tuesday.

Now, we have a highly decorated tree, with (as Heather puts it) an overabundance of lights. I can’t help it… I prefer lots of lights on the tree. I could even put more on, but Heather thought that 350 was a bit much. Still… the tree’s like six and a half feet tall, so I think it could handle the other 150 light set… but I digress.

The girls love it, alongside all the “extra” decorations that Grandma Elaine gave us last year (when they’re in the way, we describe it as the decorations we got “suckered into having.”) Just a note… a large wooden advent calendar with little wooden toys to hang up for every day in December is too much temptation for really little children. Low-hanging ornaments on the tree have that same impact, and one of my personal favorites, a mouse eating a piece of pizza, called ‘Pepperoni Mouse’, has been the subject of damn-near removal, because Lydia cannot tell that Pepperoni Mouse is only an ornament, and is not, in fact, an extension of lunch or dinner.

Yesterday, the girls made snowflakes out of printer paper and coffee filters and a tree-top star out of cardboard, aluminum foil, and glitter pens. The snowflakes are all stuck up on the main living room window, and we’re letting the star dry.

Friday last week, they also made a construction-paper chain (the ringlet kind), which is hanging off of the stairway bannister. There’s also a glittery wreath hanging from the paper-chain, and a tree that’s been colored with crayons. The whole living room is practically covered.

One thing that’s interesting… the mirror on the wall makes a rather bright room, when only the tree is lit. The room glows, and is absolutely wonderful. I wish I could easily get a picture, but our only camera has an automatic flash which is not easy to control. We’ll have to try to get a photo with the lighting adjusted in the room, so that it’s bright enough not to set off the flash, and that it’s dark enough to actually give an indication of the tree’s effect.