longest/scariest/happiest week ever

we had quite the week. here’s the rundown (short version) — 

monday afternoon: Ryan had a fever. i called his pediatrician’s office because it was really high, and the nurse assured me that my thermometer wasn’t accurate; he would be convulsing or limp by that point.

monday evening: Ryan had a seizure. scariest thing i’ve ever experienced. thank goodness i was with my mom, and Tim’s mom (a nurse) was already on her way over to check on Ryan.

monday night: woke up at least every hour to check Ryan’s temperature, give him medicine, be an all-around worry wart.

tuesday morning:
1. we found out Tim’s grandpa passed away the night before. :(
2. i had a doctor appointment. just my weekly checkup. i was STILL pregnant.
3. my mom took Ryan to the doctor just to make sure he was ok. fyi he’s totally fine. he had a fever (which is what caused the seizure) for a few days and has a cold.

wednesday:
2:00 a.m. i had my mom come over to stay with Ryan because i thought i was going into labor.
2:30 a.m. i spent the longest half hour of my life in the waiting room of the hospital because the lady admitting me was slower than molasses.
3:00 a.m. finally in a hospital room.
5:00 a.m. DRUGS! :)
6:33 a.m. Blake was born! he spent about half hour in the room with us, then was taken to NICU. basically, his oxygen saturation level (or something like that) was low-normal. by the time we visited him, he looked perfectly healthy (except for the iv in his arm for nutrition). him being in NICU wasn’t nearly as scary as it sounds.

thursday: i was discharged from the hospital, but Blake wasn’t. :( he was still being monitored as a precaution, and they were waiting on lab results to make sure he didn’t have any infections. Tim was sick by this point, so he didn’t get to see Blake at all. i visited him 5 times this day though, and he was doing great.

friday around noon: Tim and i made the first of many planned visits to the NICU. the nurse told us the neonatologist heard Blake let out a huge burp and saw him holding his pacifier in his mouth and decided he was too healthy to be in there. best surprise ever! (we thought he’d go home saturday morning at the earliest.)

sunday: our first night at home as a whole family. we survived! Ryan had been spending the nights with his grandparents so we could adjust to having Blake home. i know, we’re kind of spoiled.

Blake Robert Regnier

8 pounds 6 ounces

20.5 inches long

Ryan’s 1st baseball game

Ryan got to go to his first baseball game on Wednesday. 25 of us rode down to LA on a bus to watch the Dodgers play the Phillies. we weren’t sure how a three hour bus ride would be with a one year old, but Ryan was a champ (of course!).

we were lucky enough to watch the game from a suite, and it was wonderful! there was plenty of room for Ryan to run around, and there were cozy chairs/couches and air conditioning to keep the 8.5 month pregnant lady comfortable.

Ryan loved all of the organ music and chants (or whatever you would call them); he loves anything you can dance to! he’s a big time people watcher, so there was plenty to keep him busy. he’d go from lap to lap (thank goodness for Gramma, Grampa, and Aunt Jen) to watch the game, and you could tell he was having so much fun! Tim and i had fun too. :)

napping on the way to the game

suite 230

Tim and Ryan (and his mullet/rattail) listening to the Star Spangled Banner

our view of the field

Ryan with Dad and Mom

Ryan with Grampa and Gramma

Tim and Ryan sitting inside

all tuckered our after the game

Ryan’s a working man.

Ryan went to work with Grampa Jon for a little while today. of course, he had to wear his farmer clothes, including his new John Deere work boots :) and his hat that says “i’d rather be farming with Grandpa.” (his Wranglers are too big. they’ll have to wait for next time.)

“ready to go”

camping

last Tuesday through Friday was the 20th annual (i think) Testa family camping trip. we went to El Capitan this year. Tim, Ryan and i got to stay with my parents in their trailer. thank goodness! we had great weather, so we spent our days down at the beach. the hot weather (ok, it was probably in the 70s) made me feel extra pregnant and tired and sweaty, but it was worth it to watch how much fun Ryan was having. Tim and my dad came up in the evenings after work for dinner and s’mores and sitting around the fire. we had a very fun trip!

going for a walk

playing in his “cage” with Matteo (he likes it. really.)

Ryan and his bff for the week, Brianna. he had so much fun playing with her, and she was tons of help, always chasing him around.

the view from our campsite

Brianna dug a hole on the beach, and Ryan used it as his private pool. he loved it!

playing on the beach

kayaking :)

crazy Uncle Tony kayaking with the dolphins. they were so close!

Ryan and Brianna checking out the gross jelly fish blob. i think that’s two of them ?

i got to sit in the shade...

... while Gramma Angela sat in the sun with Ryan and watched him play in his “pool."

more playing on the beach

Ryan’s favorite new word — Debi! he still talks about DebiDebiDebi (almost always says it 3 times), Martin, and their dog, Duke (pronounced Kook).