Brad and Elly: 12 weeks and Halloween

Just being cute with her bib

Wednesday Tacy officially became 12 weeks old! I can't believe it has been that long! Then I pick her up and realize how big she is getting and 12 weeks sounds about right. It's getting hard to remember when she fit so nicely in my arms and weighed so much less! Now, when she stretches out I have put her legs over the arm of the rocking chair. It's pretty funny because when I am burping her and she is mad because she is still hungry she will stand up in my lap so she is on her tipee toes and yell. Other than the fact that this sometimes makes me feel deaf, I think it is hilarious. I don't really understand what stretching herself out does for her when she is mad, but she does it every time.

Now when she is on her tummy she just likes to look up at you

Tacy doesn't cry or yell a lot, but when you take her bottle away to wipe up her milky chin and she happens to still be hungry, boy will she let you know. You'd think I was trying to cut a finger off. The other day I was taking her clothes off to give her a bath and she went from sleepy to screaming at the top of her lungs. Apparently she was cold and it was not until we had her in the tub and Brad was pouring warm water all over her that she finally stopped screaming. It really freaked me out because she was not breathing much and her legs were turning blue. Winter sure is going to fun if that's how she reacts to cold now! Tacy has also started to pout when she is sad so she sticks out her lower lip and quivers. It is the cutest/sadest thing ever. I keep trying to get a picture but she stops as soon as she sees the camera. Tacy is very talkative now, and her favorite things to say are "Aagoo" which I interpret to be her way of saying I love you. She also loves hey, hi, aye, be, eee, and dee. The aye and be are usually said when she is mad. Hey as well like she is trying to scream for our attention.

Sad face, you can kinda see the lip...

Tacy was a skeleton for Halloween. We went trick-or-treating at my sister-in-law's work. It felt kind of silly taking candy when my child is a little baby and obviously won't be eating the candy. But oh well, Brad and I enjoyed it! Brad dressed up for Halloween again. He was a bigfoot hunter. I think he just loved the excuse to carry around a nerf gun. He got face paint and put it all over. It was so funny to see him talking to Tacy while he had it on because she looked at him so funny and you could tell that she was really confused because she could hear Daddy but he didn't really look like her daddy. I of course did not dress up. On Halloween I actually had the day off so I finished my big Care Plan paper and studied for my mental health test, oh yea, and took care of Tacy.

School is very busy. I had two tests this week and another test on Monday. I thankfully finished my care plan already which is due tuesday. I have had 7 clinical rotations and am getting a little more comfortable with it all. I got to administer a suppository (I know, you are super jealous). I have done lots of flu shots, a pneumonia vaccine, and insulin shots. I did a wound care rotation and got to change some dressings. I saw some pretty crazy stuff from these people who had diabetic neuropathy and had ulcers on almost every single one of their toes. Insane. I also did a hospice care rotation which was interesting but I still would not prefer to work in that field. I survived my fist 12 hour hospital shift and have my second tomorrow. I start at 4:45 am and end at 5:30pm. Fun! One of the places we go has some really sick people, a lot of whom have traches (the opening in the throat). At school we have learned how to suction traches and clean them. Well, during my clinical last week I was so glad when the nurse I followed just assumed I could not suction because watching the patients choke and gag while she did it was terrifying. I know I need to do it, but traches just gross me out. I can handle feces, blood, urine, etc but nasty mucous coming out of the trache and causing patients to gag is not my cup of tea. I have decided that if I ever have to have a trache to stay alive, I don't want to live. Seeing those peoples quality of life was sad because the majority of them cannot talk, are unresponsive, and are bedridden.

All dressed up for church

Brad's birthday is today. I heart attacked the bathroom and Tacy's room for him. Hopefully he gets home early enough that we can do something fun before I have to go to bed (since I have to get up at 3:30am).