Yesterday was the last day of the 2010 Winter Olympics.
Fittingly, the men's hockey final happened yesterday as well--of all the golds, the one that matters the most. To us Canadians at least. The fact Sid-the-Kid won the game for us with an overtime goal only added to the theatrics. That US goal which sent the game to overtime, I could hear the whole country gasped in despair.
I have been never really followed any Winter Olympics until this one (perhaps a bit too ferociously). Overall, I find the winter games more exciting to watch. The fact Canadians did very well at the games only fueled my passion. :)
Initially, I thought the goal of 30 medals was too ambitious. After the first few days, the goal seemed downright unattainable. In the end, we didn't win 30 medals, but we had a lot of 4th's and 5th's, so it wasn't as far-fetched a goal as I thought it was. Besides, we won the most gold ever! Gold = the only winner, right? ;)
Monday, March 1, 2010
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Stomach Bug or Food Poisoning?
Yesterday started out like every Friday: my mom took Isaac to playgroup first, then to her house for the day. Daniel and I went to my mom's for dinner, and our little family went home as usual.
Then, something unusual happened: as I carried Isaac, still dressed in his snowsuit, inside the house and put him down to change, he threw up a bit. I immediately told Daniel, who came over to look after Isaac as I went to washroom to wash my hands.
Right then and there, Isaac threw up half of his dinner.
We changed him out of the dirty clothes and put him to bed, without too much difficulty. But about 2 hours after he fell asleep, I heard, via the baby monitor, something wasn't right. Just when I was asking Daniel, "did he just puked?" Isaac screamed.
We rushed to the room and found him threw up the other half of his dinner and his face was buried in it. Daniel took the crying Isaac straight to the bath while I cleaned up. We spent the rest of the night in what is now the "sick baby arrangement": Isaac and I sleep in the bed, and Daniel sleep in the next room. (This is to protect Daniel's sleep in case Isaac wakes up a lot because of sickness.)
We thought he just ate too much (which he really did), and discussed strategies to maybe not give him as much food next time.
This morning, we skipped swim class as a precautionary measure. About 5 minutes after Daniel left for his weekly basketball pick-up game, I found Isaac had a bout of diarrhea.
It was the first time he had diarrhea.
At that point, his energy level was lower than usual, and he was clingy as he always is when he's not well. He asked to nurse, which I happily obliged, thinking it was the easiest on his stomach.
While I was nursing, my grandma called and said "your mom is very sick!" which totally scared me--I was thinking heart attack-sick! Fortunately, it was *just* vomit and diarrhea. I immediately told her Isaac was having the same thing too. She called because she wanted me to take my mom to the doctor, but she never got around to ask once she heard Isaac was sick. (And I couldn't anyway, as Daniel had the car.) My mom and I then wonder if it was food poisoning, and discussed what food they both ate but the rest of us didn't.
Then I served Isaac breakfast. It was a late breakfast, but Isaac showed no interest in it. I just let him be and gave him water. He wasn't too fussy, but still clingy. But the lack of wet diaper was slightly concerning.
Now firmly believing Isaac had mild food poisoning, I made him congee for lunch. He had fun eating it for a while. As I was busy in the kitchen, I turned around to find him puked a whole bunch again.
I just put him down for nap afterward. He woke up crying. I nursed him again, but poor guy's stomach couldn't even take breastmilk then and puked.
Fearing dehydration, Daniel gave Isaac some salt water. Isaac finished the whole cup. Fortunately, he didn't throw that up.
Daniel and I discussed whether we should take Isaac to ER. Again, dehydration was the biggest concern. I suggested calling TeleHealth Ontario for advice first. The nurse told us to put Isaac on a special diet:
Then, something unusual happened: as I carried Isaac, still dressed in his snowsuit, inside the house and put him down to change, he threw up a bit. I immediately told Daniel, who came over to look after Isaac as I went to washroom to wash my hands.
Right then and there, Isaac threw up half of his dinner.
We changed him out of the dirty clothes and put him to bed, without too much difficulty. But about 2 hours after he fell asleep, I heard, via the baby monitor, something wasn't right. Just when I was asking Daniel, "did he just puked?" Isaac screamed.
We rushed to the room and found him threw up the other half of his dinner and his face was buried in it. Daniel took the crying Isaac straight to the bath while I cleaned up. We spent the rest of the night in what is now the "sick baby arrangement": Isaac and I sleep in the bed, and Daniel sleep in the next room. (This is to protect Daniel's sleep in case Isaac wakes up a lot because of sickness.)
We thought he just ate too much (which he really did), and discussed strategies to maybe not give him as much food next time.
This morning, we skipped swim class as a precautionary measure. About 5 minutes after Daniel left for his weekly basketball pick-up game, I found Isaac had a bout of diarrhea.
It was the first time he had diarrhea.
At that point, his energy level was lower than usual, and he was clingy as he always is when he's not well. He asked to nurse, which I happily obliged, thinking it was the easiest on his stomach.
While I was nursing, my grandma called and said "your mom is very sick!" which totally scared me--I was thinking heart attack-sick! Fortunately, it was *just* vomit and diarrhea. I immediately told her Isaac was having the same thing too. She called because she wanted me to take my mom to the doctor, but she never got around to ask once she heard Isaac was sick. (And I couldn't anyway, as Daniel had the car.) My mom and I then wonder if it was food poisoning, and discussed what food they both ate but the rest of us didn't.
Then I served Isaac breakfast. It was a late breakfast, but Isaac showed no interest in it. I just let him be and gave him water. He wasn't too fussy, but still clingy. But the lack of wet diaper was slightly concerning.
Now firmly believing Isaac had mild food poisoning, I made him congee for lunch. He had fun eating it for a while. As I was busy in the kitchen, I turned around to find him puked a whole bunch again.
I just put him down for nap afterward. He woke up crying. I nursed him again, but poor guy's stomach couldn't even take breastmilk then and puked.
Fearing dehydration, Daniel gave Isaac some salt water. Isaac finished the whole cup. Fortunately, he didn't throw that up.
Daniel and I discussed whether we should take Isaac to ER. Again, dehydration was the biggest concern. I suggested calling TeleHealth Ontario for advice first. The nurse told us to put Isaac on a special diet:
- Clear water diet--either water, Pedialyte, or diluted Gatorade--2-3tsp every 5 minutes for 4 hours.
- If he didn't throw up, double the amount for 8 hours.
- If he still didn't throw up, start giving him bland food (cracker, white bread, rice, etc.--it'll be congee for him).
That sent Daniel to the nearest Shoppers Drug Mart immediately. The mentioning of Gatorade surprised Daniel, because he never thought his favourite sports drink can be used this way. I called my mom to let her know as well, but she said she's already on recovery path.
Isaac show clear preference for plain water over Pedialyte; I had to withhold the water to make sure he drank at least some Pedialyte.
Because breastmilk is off limits for now, I was fearing bedtime would be a major struggle. As we headed to bed, Isaac was clearly requesting--nay, demanding--to nurse. Fortunately, I put him in a mei tai on my back, gave him his water/Pedialyte from time to time, and he fell asleep in about 15 minutes.
It'll be Pedialyte/Gatorade/congee tomorrow...
Friday, February 19, 2010
Isaac's Development
I was about to write another "Words Isaac Say" post, but I realize they're getting old because his vocabulary is just expanding in an amazing speed.
His cognitive capacity is growing fast too. Nowadays he likes to be "the boss" and order us to sing certain songs or play certain games (and repeat ad nauseum). He even directs us to play games or do gestures that involves two people instead of being part of it.
I'm still amazed he can point at the nose of a cartoon character or a stuffed toy and say 鼻鼻 (nose). I thought they look different enough from a human nose, which is what we've been teaching him. And I'm amazed that when he sees a pair of real scissors in action, he does the scissors sign for it.
Meal time is also getting easier for us as well: he can now semi-reliably eat by himself and not make a huge mess. (Well, the size of mess depends on the food involved.) Our dinner, which is his second dinner, used to involve me chow down the food while Daniel cuts everything up into small pieces (with scissors), then I feed him once I'm done. Now I can leave him alone with spoons and trust him to eat at least some food by himself before I start feeding him. He's (still) very interested in our chopsticks too. One of these days I'll give him a pair of training chopsticks and let him try eating with them.
Then there's the visits to the doctor. He must remembers getting shots in the doctor's office, because he cries from the moment we enter the examination room until we leave, even if there's no needle involved!
His cognitive capacity is growing fast too. Nowadays he likes to be "the boss" and order us to sing certain songs or play certain games (and repeat ad nauseum). He even directs us to play games or do gestures that involves two people instead of being part of it.
I'm still amazed he can point at the nose of a cartoon character or a stuffed toy and say 鼻鼻 (nose). I thought they look different enough from a human nose, which is what we've been teaching him. And I'm amazed that when he sees a pair of real scissors in action, he does the scissors sign for it.
Meal time is also getting easier for us as well: he can now semi-reliably eat by himself and not make a huge mess. (Well, the size of mess depends on the food involved.) Our dinner, which is his second dinner, used to involve me chow down the food while Daniel cuts everything up into small pieces (with scissors), then I feed him once I'm done. Now I can leave him alone with spoons and trust him to eat at least some food by himself before I start feeding him. He's (still) very interested in our chopsticks too. One of these days I'll give him a pair of training chopsticks and let him try eating with them.
Then there's the visits to the doctor. He must remembers getting shots in the doctor's office, because he cries from the moment we enter the examination room until we leave, even if there's no needle involved!
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Keep the Olympics Going!
Ever since the opening ceremony on Friday, Daniel and I have been spending way too much time in front of the TV watching various events.
The "way too much time" part was not an overstatement: We watched luge, speedskating (both long and short track), pairs figure skating, super combined, hockey, moguls, snowboard cross... I even stayed up to watch the rerun of the opening ceremony for the parts I missed. (Isaac didn't give me an Olympic break for his bedtime...)
Overall, I like watching Winter Olympics more than the summer games. They're usually more exciting because more of them involves speed and/or artistic elements.
The only winter sport I found weird is biathlon--of all the sports out there, these are the two they pick to combine into a single event?
Cheering on!
The "way too much time" part was not an overstatement: We watched luge, speedskating (both long and short track), pairs figure skating, super combined, hockey, moguls, snowboard cross... I even stayed up to watch the rerun of the opening ceremony for the parts I missed. (Isaac didn't give me an Olympic break for his bedtime...)
Overall, I like watching Winter Olympics more than the summer games. They're usually more exciting because more of them involves speed and/or artistic elements.
The only winter sport I found weird is biathlon--of all the sports out there, these are the two they pick to combine into a single event?
Cheering on!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Up! Down! Up! Down!
As I mentioned in the previous post, Isaac learned the concepts of up and down at playgroup about ten days ago. He has been busy practicing them since.
Initially, he needed to hold our hand to get up (for "up"). He was first seen standing up by himself about two days ago. :) Now that he has almost 100% recovered from the latest round of sickness, my mom said he has been practicing up/down by himself for like 100 times today.
While we were still talking on the phone about his newfound ability to stand up by himself, my mom suddenly said, "he walked! He walked a few steps towards me!"
Suffice to say, Daniel and I will try very hard to cohort him to walk for us tonight. :)
Initially, he needed to hold our hand to get up (for "up"). He was first seen standing up by himself about two days ago. :) Now that he has almost 100% recovered from the latest round of sickness, my mom said he has been practicing up/down by himself for like 100 times today.
While we were still talking on the phone about his newfound ability to stand up by himself, my mom suddenly said, "he walked! He walked a few steps towards me!"
Suffice to say, Daniel and I will try very hard to cohort him to walk for us tonight. :)
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