Our move back to Connecticut is over and we are getting comfortable in our new apartment. Leading up to the move everything seemed to be falling perfectly into place, but that was too good to be true. The movers came on Thursday and packed our lives into boxes and left, giving us what we thought would be a week to say our goodbyes and travel. However, later that afternoon we got a call and they wanted to deliver our stuff that Sunday. We went into scramble mode to leave the next afternoon. That evening we did all our apartment cleaning and as we crawled into our sleeping bags wearily made plans for finishing up work, returning items our friends had lent us, and saying some quick goodbyes then heading out. We woke up the next morning to find some blood in Ira's diaper, the final piece of evidence to confirm our growing suspicions that something was off with Ira (He had recently started to refuse to use the potty, even with good incentives). All signs pointed to a Urinary Tract Infection (UTI). We added 'Go to the Doctor' to our list of things to get done before we left.
Sharon was the lucky one that had to deal with most of this while I tried to get my projects at work wrapped up. The list goes on and on as to the challenges she faced. President Obama was giving a speech in Ann Arbor that morning, so she got stuck in stopped traffic while they closed the freeway. She got stuck at a train crossing because the train stopped. Her phone and GPS to get to run the last few errands ran out of battery resulting in getting lost a few times, she got pulled over by the cops, and risked a guys job to break into my work to pick me up. Sharon is amazing though and miraculously worked it all out and made it back to pick me up at work. After hastily throwing all our stuff into the car and turning our keys in we grabbed Ira's prescription and headed out of town.
We made it to the Romero's in Niagara Falls that evening after an uneventful drive through Canada other than the border patrol giving our stuffed car a few weird looks and asking a couple of times to verify we hadn't stopped somewhere along the way to buy anything. It was great to see the Romero's again. It felt like it had been a long time and was defiantly too short of a visit before we were back on the road. We made it to our new place Saturday evening and our stuff was delivered Sunday.
Ira's antibiotics seemed to be working well until Thursday when his temperature was up to 102 and didn't want to do much of anything but snuggle and grump. Friday we took him in for a very long and traumatic doctor's visit with his temperature down to 100.5. The pediatrician couldn't do much to find out what was wrong since Ira was busy kicking and screaming and punching the nurse. Saturday, we finally got a urine sample from him at home and took it in. His temperature is back to normal and it looks like the infection is clearing up, though he still says it hurts to use the potty. It's been frustrating since he's been refusing to drink very many fluids or use the potty regularly, but other signs are pointing to recovery. Thanks for the prayers!
In the midst of our first week craziness, Sharon made it to the Connecticut Birthing Center, which is a few minutes away and looks great. We're signed up for a Bradley class (since Sharon may want to become a Bradley instructor someday), and are happy to find old friends at church. This has been one of the more stressful moves, but things are falling into place.
Thanks to all our friends who helped us out.
