back from the dying

After a weekend of heavy medication, Garrett, by all accounts, is definitely on his way to a full recovery. We seem to have averted a hospital stay, which I know I'm grateful for. I just wanted to say thank you for all of your kind comments in my last post. It's comforting to know that I have so many friends, met and un-met, who care deeply about me and my family. So, again, thank you, from us, including Squeaky-Voiced Garrett:

Like many of you, we watched General Conference this weekend. Well, we watched as much of it as we could, anyway. Children - even just one child - makes it a little harder to focus. But we tried. We streamed the sessions online, very glad that we didn't have to drag a sick baby to the chapel in order to hear any of the talks. I really enjoyed Elder Holland's on continuing revelation, Elder Bednar's on prayer, and Elder Ballard's on motherhood. (Any guesses as to which session Garrett took a nap through?)

We spring cleaned on Saturday. Because we want to avoid as much as possible receiving house calls from certain unwanted visitors come summer, we deep cleaned behind and underneath the stove. We wanted to also pull the fridge out and clean behind there, but apparently this apartment was built around the refrigerator because that appliance will not budge. But we did get the floors all spic and span, the house dusted, and things in general nicely straightened up. We put our new bed together and are enjoying the satisfying feeling that comes from sleeping in a bed whose frame doesn't roll around on the wood floors.

Our new, pretty bed
(The baby came separately)

When we weren't cleaning, watching Conference, or enjoying a much-needed walk outside in some lovely Saturday spring weather, we were medicating Garrett: antibiotics twice a day, nebulizer treatments four times a day, a dose of probiotic once a day, Tylenol as necessary, twice daily doses of reflux medicine (this one isn't new...he's been on antacids since he was 3 months old), and regular snot sucking sessions (which, yes, he passionately hates) with the saline and bulb syringe. It's weekends like this that make we wonder if maybe perhaps I should have just cut to the chase and been a pharmacist.

Garrett getting nebulized.
These treatments usually result in fierce fits of fury on Garrett's part, which induces the parent not doing the nebulizing to attempt to distract him away from paying attention to the injustice of it all. During this round, the camera served as a rather mesmerizing distraction.

Before I go I just wanted to share one more video of Garrett. In this one you'll notice a few things, one being that his voice is starting to come back, as well as proof of his latest trick of shaking his head. Feel free to chuckle at the faces he pulls and fact that his tongue these days spends most of its time dangling out. We certainly do.