So far behind with the blog. Her FIRST Birthday.

Izzie turned 1 on October 8, 2010. To be exact around 3:24pm. It was an anticlimactic day. Being the horrible mother I am (jk), I scheduled her first year appointment at the doctor's office on her birthday. I should have been a good mother and scheduled it maybe for the following Monday. However, I did not think of that and it takes about a month to schedule an appointment at her ped's office, so off we went to the doctor's office. Todd was literally deathly ill with some sort of food poisoning, so he was quarantined in one of the spare bedrooms. Izzie's Gammy was nice enough to come with us to be the official "hold-her-downer" (don't you like that word I just made up?). My mom was not fond of the idea, but gave in. Izzie was 23lbs and about 30inches long. Big, healthy girl. Then, the horrible nurse came in to stick her. My mom did her job valiantly and held Izzie down while I sobbed in the corner and covered my eyes. We've been through this process so many times at the doctor's office and I still can't handle it. Oh yah, did I mention I'm a nurse? I stick people multiple times each day I work. I don't like seeing my little one in pain though.

Izzie then took a trip to the mall with her aunties and gammy. I went home to check on her daddy. He was still really sick, running a fever. I still made his stay quarantined to his little room.

Gammy brought Izzie home. She had bought a little birthday treat. We all got to enjoy watching her dig into a double doozie (the cookie sandwich with the cream icing in the middle). Well, her dad didn't get to see it. I did feel bad for him. He didn't even get to see Izzie on her birthday, but it was all in order to keep her from getting sick. Izzie then left the house and went back to her gammy's for a little spend the night party.

I had to go to work that night. I only work Fridays and Sundays. I got to work and within an hour Todd had called me from the Emergency Room. He ended up staying all night in the CDU (clinical decision unit). The CDU is a part of the hospital where they put the patients that they aren't sure if they need to be admitted or not. It's like a step above the ER. I left work about 11pm to be with him down there. He ended up getting discharged Saturday morning around 1oam.

Anyways, that was my poor Izzie's birthday. I know she still enjoyed being with her gammy, poppy, and aunties. However, it could have been better. We just had some unexpected developments which happens when you have a family. Don't worry this is just part one of the story. It gets much better for her. It ended up being a wonderful weekend full of celebrating Izzie's first year of life. We all love her so much.