Ben and I have been trying to make a sibling for James for over a year now. I've long suspected what the problem is, and recently had it confirmed by my sailor mouthed OB.

Instead of locking down our blog so that I can talk about our fertility issues in relative privacy, I decided that it would be easier to just email whoever wants to know. So, if you want to know, email me and I'll happily email you the story. If you don't want to know, feel free to breathe a sigh of relief that I didn't talk about my uterus, ovaries, fallopian tubes, etc. :)

Another Product Recommendation

I love my Rubbermaid Magnetic Ring Holder. I got it in my Christmas stocking and have used it every day since then. Its around $7 at Walmart/Target or online. The Magnets are strong enough to keep your rings on even if it gets knocked over. However...not child proof. One day I had moved my ring holder to our bed while I was cleaning the bathroom. I went to put it back and it was "open" and the rings were gone. I found James in the living room holding my wedding rings and saying, "oooh, pretty!"

That actually reminds me of something my brother Ben did. Apparently when he was in Kindergarten he took my mom's engagement ring for show and tell. She didn't know it was gone until he came home from school, handed it to her and said, "Here, mom." Good heavens!

Anyway, here's a link to check out this handy product:

http://www.rubbermaid.com/rubbermaid/product/product.jhtml?prodId=HPProd180022

WATERS COMING!!!!!!!!!!!!

I knew before we left for church it was going to be one of those days. Most of James' days are pretty lovely and laid back, but some are straight out of the book of classic toddler. James was doing OK for the very first part of sacrament meeting, but then started getting a bit antsy. When the actual sacrament service began, it was a struggle to keep him quiet for the prayer. Even on a good day, he won't eat bread at home, so we haven't tried to get him to eat the sacramental bread yet. The water is another issue.

As soon as the Priest said "amen" James started chanting, "Water coming, water coming. Water for James. James water. Water coming, water coming." It was fairly quiet, but as the Deacons got closer, his chanting got a bit louder, "Water coming, water coming. Water for James. James water." Now a few people around us could hear and were giggling. The deacons got nearer and James started saying in a loud voice "Water coming water coming water coming water coming." He was sitting on my lap and I kept whispering in his ear to whisper and be quiet, but nothing doing.

Then the Deacon approached our row and James YELLED:

WATER COMING!!!

(*The whole congregation, including the Bishopric, is stifling laughter and I am every shade of red.)

And when the Deacon stopped at the row in front of us, he burst into tears because they didn't serve him right then. Ben finally gave him a cup, he drank it, gave it back, and we were all at peace. (Well, for 10 minutes, at least.)

Fudgy goodness

Don't know why he made all the faces he did. I do know that he enjoyed his treat.

Many heartfelt thanks to those who have called us and asked about James and if we need any help. The only help I need is for someone to come with one of those little gadgets from Men in Black to erase my memory. Its hard to think about his airway almost being swollen shut and that he might have needed a tracheotomy. I saw our Bishop/anesthesiologist last night and just hearing him talk about the whole thing again made me break out into a cold sweat all over. I'm so grateful for our happy ending and for our little boy. I'm not so grateful for all the trauma! James is grateful for all the special treatment. I don't think he even realizes anything happened at all!

Meanwhile, the poor kid has a whole mess of medications that we have to give him for his ears, adenoid removal, breathing stuff, allergies, etc. He's having 3-4 breathing treatments a day, 3 doses of oral antibiotic, drops in his ears 3x a day, a nose spray for allergies, an oral medication for allergies and I think that's it. We're hiding all the oral stuff in sprite and applesauce and milk, but whenever he sees us preparing the other stuff, he just starts running away and saying "no breathing! No ears! No nose!" By next week, his meds should be reduced to just stuff for allergies.

In other news, a new Young Men's president was called last Sunday. Um, that makes 4 (four!) since I was put in as YW's president. I'm starting to get a complex--am I that hard to work with, people?