In other news, we've had a pretty eventful week. Laine continues to be the most high maintenance of the bunch and he decided that he needed some alone time with just mom and dad.....and all the wonderful nurses, respiratory therapists, radiology technicians and physicians that mom works with. Yep, we had our first visit to the ER last Saturday. Here's how it all went down..... Mom worked the previous night so Dad and the quadlets had a sleepover party at Gramma Vicki and Grampa Stubby's house. They got home in time for their 2nd feeding of the day around 10:30. Bucko was over to help dad so that mom might be able to sleep in a little longer, but to no avail. Laine's antics ALWAYS wake up anyone that might have been sleeping. That Saturday was particularly bad, so mom emerged from the bedroom to see if she could help. While trying to get Laine to calm down and take his bottle, we noticed that he was having a hard time breathing and had a pretty nasty cough. Mom, RN to the rescue. After listening to his lung sounds we discovered Laine was wheezing and had some crackles, and probably couldn't breathe very well with a bottle in his mouth. We called the doctor to see if they had a weekend immediate care clinic...that was a no-go, so they told us to go to the ER. Called Vicki and Stubby to see if they could stay with the other 3 while we took Laine to Wesley West ER (the best ER EVER! Sorry, had to give our livelihood a plug). Of course, Laine got the royal treatment by everyone. A few breathing treatments from Tonia, a chest x-ray by Ali, steroids from Vickie (gotta juice up so he can compete with Frosty and Big Poppa) and some all around good lovin' from Kellie, Dr. Secrist and Emily. He was doing much better after all that and we got sent home with a couple prescriptions and a nebulizer for home breathing treatments. All's good in the hood, now. He's still a little under the weather and fussy but is really looking forward to the baptism this Sunday and the "coming out" pool party the following Saturday. He told me so.
Laine: "Thanks, mom, for helping me breathe better!"
We had another "first" last weekend. We all went to Mass together with Vicki, Stubby, Budda and Papa! The babies were SO good (thankfully, Laine slept the entire time)! Then we all went out to eat at Chili's. Wow. Talk about a once in a while ordeal.....a once in a very LONG while, that is! They were okay at first, but then they definitely let us know that they were hungry, too. It all worked out in the end and it gave us an invaluable lesson on ALWAYS being prepared.
On the subject of "firsts"... Forrest getting his first taste of baby cereal. More of it ended up ON him rather than IN him, but it was fun, nonetheless!
We have a few more videos to share. I know we've mentioned before how Johnny Cash always seems to take the wind out of their sails, but here, we actually caught it on video. I don't know why it works, and I don't think I really care. They also really like when mom sings "I Shot the Sheriff" by Bob Marley in a really high-pitched shriek. Whatever it takes, I guess.
I think that's about it for now. We'll have more to post soon, so keep checking in!
P.S. Thank you to those who've let us know about their plans to attend the baptism and/or the pool party. If there is anyone else interested and needs more details, please just email Billy or Moni and we'll get you in "the know".
P.S. #2 Jaclyn, to answer your "questions" about the Memorial Day post....of course cousin Katie is wearing clothes! What do you think we are, Swamp Trash? Tee, hee, hee! Before anyone gets offended, this is an inside joke not meant to degrade ANY Louisianians, except of course the Tubres.