and I became bed-ridden with the flu. Yesterday I woke up with fever, chills, sick to my stomach, barely able to stand up. I've had some congestion since returning home, but this came out of the blue. I'm sure it's a result of the sleepless nights and stress of a new family. Luckily I have a husband who is a rock star. Truly, my hero. He kept the house running, kept the boy fed (and the dog!), interfaced with my docs, as well as Spencer's (who were setting up some specialist appointments for him) and got his mom to come over to help him get some stuff done around the house. I'm still quarantined, but optimistic I'll be able to play with the family tomorrow. So here's how our last week has gone:
The second night in the hotel we were up all night with an extremely sad little boy who also had great teething pain. It was so sad to watch him wake up in discomfort and then screw his eyes shut and stretch out his arms to get as far away as possible when he saw it was us and not his foster mom there to comfort us. It was also exceptionally frustrating to not be able to make any part of that pain go away. At 3 am we finally broke out the blasted Ora*jel. We only brought it as a "if you have it, you won't need it" gesture. That theory didn't work, and we didn't really want to use it. But enough was enough. We figured it was 2 pm EST so we'd be able to reach our pediatrician if there was any trouble. And we used about a pin drop size. Regardless, we felt it was our last resort, and it paid off. It bought us sleep, which we desperately needed. Thanks to everyone who recommended the teething tablets, we picked some of those up that day and they seem to take the edge off. We also picked up some teething drops which seem a little easier to get into him? To anyone who hasn't traveled yet: Make sure to put BOTH of these in your bags... they definitely seem to calm them, if nothing else.
We managed to get maybe an hour and a half to two hours of sleep that night (me thinks we jinxed ourselves with the whole "look, our baby sleeps" comment) and then started getting ready for our flight home. We arranged for a late check-out (which was smart since we got Spencer down for a nap and were able to take one ourselves) and then hopped on the KAL bus back to the airport. We had given ourselves lots of time there so we'd be able to check-in, get through security, return our rented cell-phone, and still have some time just to wander and eat.
We were nervous about the plane ride back, especially having had so little sleep the night before. Turns out we didn't need to worry, we had tons of helpers on the plane. (yes, a little part of me worries about the whole attachment effect of this, but I decided that it was the lesser of two evils... cause the alternative was two parents who would not be functioning.) Spencer slept a good portion of the flight (8 hours maybe?) and then the rest of the time, he was being entertained by everyone on the flight. It helped that all of them spoke Korean which was comforting and entertaining to him. Most of them were of the "grandparent" age, but we also had some people our age helping. It was truly amazing. If we were all sleeping, and he woke up, someone would be there to walk him in the aisles. If we were walking him in the aisles, we'd have people come up to give us a break to rest our arms (the carrier is not well received yet). We had the most understanding seat mates, who calmed us down when we were freaking out... just a wonderfully supportive group of people. And our flight attendant just rocked. She went out of her way to help us. I could have hugged her at the end of the flight.
Our first night in the US was at my parent's house. We agreed to have shifts so that we could get some chunks of sleep. So while Spencer didn't get a lot of sleep, we at least got 3-4 hours each. The next few days are a sleep-deprived blur. I think we maybe got 2-3 hours a night, if we were lucky, and quickly realized this couldn't go on. Luckily, on Monday we had Spencer's doctor appointment (more on that in another post) and we just ran him ragged. Which made for a much better night of sleep. Up until this point, it was just a pure disaster at night. I'd go into more detail, but I might bring myself to tears. I knew it was going to be rough, I just didn't realize how rough. I also didn't realize how much I need my sleep. In college, I could go days without sleeping. I apparently still thought I could do that. Yeah, I can't. Not even close.
Monday night was the first night we got good chunks of sleep from him. The teething pain seemed to be less, and he was exhausted, so it made for some significant sleep. It also coincided with him realizing that we weren't all that bad... so when we appeared to comfort him back to sleep it didn't make him freak out and cry harder. We still had appearances from him every 45 minutes to an hour, but most times we were able to get him back to sleep quickly. (As opposed to the hour + of walking him previous nights.)
Last night was the real winner. He went to bed around 8, woke up at 12:30-ish for a bottle and a little partying in the crib and then not again until 7:30 am! YAY! Of course, it would be even better if I was healthy and Doug didn't have to sleep on the air mattress. But we take even the smallest victories here. I know that we got him flipped pretty quickly (and I don't expect it to be like this every night) I don't know how people who's kiddos suffer from jet lag every night for weeks do this! (Do you sleep during the day?! Seriously, I need to know.)
I'm just hoping that tomorrow brings even more improvement on the sleep and health front, cause we still haven't even attempted a routine, and that would be really nice to have. Not to mention, no photos have been taken! Eek! I'm hoping that we've hit the bottom though and are now working up from that.
So now that I've had a completely self-centered, whiny, not funny post... I'm going to post one of the first pictures we have of Spencer and I that I just love. It's the first meeting we had, the first time I held him.