Henry's first (and hopefully last) trip to the ER

Sometimes Henry holds his breath when he cries and I'm like, "Breathe Henry. Let it out" and finally he will continue on with his wailing. On Thursday and Saturday he held it for so long he kind of passed out.  But on Sunday, Henry took it way too far.  Just as we were getting ready to head out the door for church, Henry got really upset and stopped breathing mid-cry like he sometimes does but he didn't let it out.  Justin was holding him and he went blue, then limp, his eyes rolled back and he spit up and his arms and legs started twitching around.  And he still hadn't taken a breath. Scary huh? I breathed into his mouth then laid him down and finally he started gurgling and breathing again.  Justin called 911 and 2 cop cars and an ambulance arrived at our house. (Just as everyone in the neighborhood was leaving for church.  We were quite the topic of conversation, I'm sure.) He was pale and limp but conscious while the EMT's checked him over. Then Henry and I both got our first ambulance ride.

At the hospital, they took blood and urine and ran all sorts of tests.  He had a CT scan and they put in an IV (those two things were worse than the seizure).  Everything came back normal and there's nothing wrong with his brain.  His seizure was caused by lack of oxygen to the brain from holding it while crying.  I never knew that could happen.  From the helpful handout the ER gave us, breatholding is caused by the involuntary nervous system, not manipulation on the kid's part. So the safest thing is to not let Henry cry anymore. So everyone be nice to Henry. What baby wants, baby gets.

I can joke about it now since it's been 4 days but really it sucked. On the ride over, I was watching Justin in the car as he followed the ambulance and realized that nothing else matters but my little family.  Everything I was worried about just 30 minutes before (Sarah's hair, Cheerios, clean faces) didn't matter. My mom and s-i-l Lisa came over to the hospital and their stories of how their kids scared the crap out of them was supportive and helped pass the time.

After given a clean bill of health they unhooked his IV and let us go home. We arrived just as church got out so Henry timed all this just right. I hope he's learned his lesson. After his nap, he was just fine. I was pretty emotional and traumatized for the rest of the day but went to bed feeling grateful.

What would I do if I couldn't kiss this face everyday?

Why do kids have to pose all crazy?

Sarah is obsessed with my mop.  Everytime I pull it out (which isn't often) she freaks and begs for a turn.  I've learned to just let her do it because she gets bored after like 5 minutes.

Last Wednesday I was a nice mom and took my kids for an outing that wasn't to the grocery store or the bank.  We went to the Provo Temple and the Bean Museum and to Burger Supreme for lunch.

 I've told you Henry loves water, right?

I wonder how long they can both get filled up on a single cheese sandwich. We'll probably stop taking them out to eat when that happens. I have major anxiety about taking my kids places all by myself but they did great. No tantrums or injuries.

 Friday we grabbed some dinner and headed up to Bridal Veil Falls. Henry was all smiles.

 Sarah was all cheese.

Seriously.  Next time I'm taking family pictures where Henry can see a river or waterfall because he won't stop grinning.

Mmm handsome.

This is Sarah playing school.  She doesn't really know what school is like but that's what she called it.  It was more like a bossy tea party.

 Later as I was folding towels (trying to, anyway) Sarah was making "campsites"

I don't really know how to preface this video.  Hopefully that still-shot makes you curious enough.

Last weekend (like 10 days ago) Justin and I went to SLC to stay overnight now that Henry is all weaned. It had been a year and half since we last got away for a night. It was to celebrate our anniversary a little late and Justin's new job. We stayed at the Marriott, walked around City Creek (very cool but nearly all the stores are way too fancy shmancy), and ate at the Cheesecake Factory.  Saturday, Justin surprised me by taking me to Park City to go horseback riding.  I was so excited! My horse was named Smokey, Justin's was named Duke.  Leah, our guide was super cool.  She stuffed her sandwich into her shirt pocket to adjust my stirrup straps.  I am so happy I just got to type that sentence. It was kind of scary to sit on something that could buck me off and trample me or just bolt while I hold onto dear life but I tried not to think about that. The 2 hour ride was surprisingly relaxing. Justin is hooked. I am going to check if La-z-boy makes a saddle. I have no pictures because I forgot my camera.