Well, let's start off with the CRAPPY week. Three weeks ago Monday, I took Easton to the doctor because he had had a bad cold for almost a month. We got him an antibiotic. Then on Thursday, I started to notice a diaper rash. It wasn't bad, but from working at the pharm I knew that antibiotics can cause yeast infections. So I had the dr call in some cream. Two days later the rash was a total nightmare!!! And making the rash incredibly worse was the fact that Easton was suffering from extremely disgusting diarhea. Poor baby. So I kept calling the nurses and they kept saying to just let him go free without a diaper.
Here he is going naked and looking very innocent as he digs into my chocolate muffin.
The problem with letting him "go free" was that he kept "going free" all over the floor. I spent three days chasing after him with hot rags and lysol. It was NOT fun. Tyson took him in to the doctor again when his rash was getting worse and the doctor called in some ointment for me to mix at work. It's kind of a mystery how it worked because the medicine that was in was really a cholesterol medicine. When I got home from work that night with the ointment, Arlene was changing his bum and he was just screaming in pain. It was the saddest thing ever. But the second I put that ointment on he was fine! It was a miracle drug! This made it possible for us to go watch Tyson's last softball game. Easton was very cautious the whole time. He chose to stand for the entire game because he was too concerned about sitting on his sore bottom.
We put Easton on soy milk for 3 days which he loved and it seemed to help him get better. Wednesday was the worst day. The rash was bleeding and blistering. Then on Thursday it magically went away! We had a fun weekend with my family. Friday night we went to Alta High School's homecoming game to see my sister Kate hand over her crown. My Grandma came down from Idaho and we all went to the General Relief Society meeting and had dinner for my dad's birthday on Saturday.
Tyson finally had a Sunday off work. These are my handsome boys ready for church.
Throughout the crappy week we decided that we can no longer stay up all night with Easton. He has been waking up at least 3 times a night and waking up for good at 5:00 for the last 11 months and we couldn't take it anymore. I had read that the problem was that we were rocking him to sleep every night and for every nap. We made a committment to let him cry himself to sleep starting Sunday night. The first night took 10 minutes of crying and messing up his bedding.
The second night was worse and took almost a half hour. But ever since then it's been only a minute or two. He caught on to it really well and has been sleeping for 12 hours straight since the first night! It's amazing! Here's my boys waking up. Well, maybe Tyson's not quite awake.
Easton is growing bigger every day! He thinks he can talk in sentences now. He is 11 months today. Time flies!
