Update on Baby E

I think I am going to end up jumping back and forth between past stories and life right now--I guess it just depends on my mood and what I have to say! This has been a pretty crazy weekend, so I will re-cap.

Friday morning I went in to get my wisdom teeth pulled. I have been needing to do this for some time, and it just happened that the only time it worked out was days after baby E's surgery. Things went really well, and I was back home recovering before I knew it. My husband took over all of the kiddo duties, and I was able to get a great nap in.

Little E's foot dressing was able to come off Friday morning, so before we left we for my surgery, Lorenzo re-wrapped it to protect her toe from being hit. Little did we know the chaos that would ensue! Saturday morning we took our gauze off her foot, only to find this:

What the heck? Her removed toe is underneath the pink band-aid, so we were immediately concerned with the red rash that was forming on the other side of her foot. We called the on-call doctor at the hospital, but they never got back to us; off to the Naval Hospital ER we went.

It turns out that E had an allergic reaction to the adhesive in the medical bandage. We were told just to watch the foot for signs of infection. As I emerged from the ER with E, Lorenzo and Morgan were pacing back and forth in the waiting room, "ugh-oh IPad brokened" I heard M say. We tell her the IPad is "broken" when the battery has died, but it turns out it was really broken. In a fury M had thrown the IPad to the ground because "Bunge,Bunge, Bob" would not play on Netflix due to the lack of wi-fi.

On our way home we stopped and got Mexican food; are there any problems some guac can't solve? I was feeling better, and the kids were calming down. As I walked past the bathroom later that evening, the scale caught the corner of my eye. I figured getting oral surgery would be a good way to help me kick the last few pounds of baby weight--wrong again! Not only had I not lost weight, but I had gained about 8 pounds! Well, that was depressing.

I finally got to bed early for the first night in weeks. Then, at 1 am E woke up screaming. My amazing husband stayed up all night rocking her back to sleep over and over again. This morning when I finally got up, I went to change her out of her PJ's and got a peak at her foot:

The poor girl has been miserable. This blister has been harder for her than the surgical wound it seems. I am nervous it may pop and cause an infection, so we have been very careful. To top things off we are struggling with a diaper rash that I can't seem to kick. Her doctor confirmed it wasn't yeast, but I am paranoid about letting any diaper rash get too bad with her.

So, I slathered her bottom in coconut oil, gave her some Tylenol, and gently put a sock and zip up PJ's on little E and got her ready for bed.  Here is one last picture of her actual surgical area--we go in on Tuesday for her post-op appointment:

Here is to hoping your weekend was less eventful & that the 8 pounds I magically gained will slide off as easily as I packed them on!