Sicky

This past week was really trying to be a parent - especially a working parent.  On Tuesday afternoon, on the first week back after two weeks off, we got a call from school that Jude had a high fever and we needed to pick him up. 

Lindsay whisked him off to Urgent Care where she had to endure a chest x-ray - Jude's second.  Because infants can't lay still on an x-ray table, they have to be clamped upright into a device that looks pretty much like a torture device:

No, that's not Jude in there... just a random pic from the internet.  And that baby doesn't appear to be crying.  Jude cries (as I'm sure you can imagine one would).  

Anyway, it was determined that Jude had "subtle pneumonia."  Awesome.  We got him on antibiotics, gave him some Albuterol via his penguin nebulizer (now named "Puffy") and began the delicate dance of "I HAVE to be at work tomorrow, but I can clear my calendar for Thursday."  In the end, Jude's fever lasted for only a day, but we each took a day off of work to make sure he had plenty of time to recuperate.  Now, a few days later, we're still talking to each other and Jude is back to his normal self (though he does have a lingering cough).  It was tough, but we all made it and it certainly made me realize how lucky we are to have a relatively healthy, happy baby.  

In the midst of it all, Jude was still learning, growing, and playing, as exampled below (both were shot while we were home with him, respectively, thanks to our new iphones - side note: HOW did we live without those things?)