Spencer, Gavin, Ethan, and myself have all gotten colds this last week. It started with something Spencer picked up at school, and despite my best efforts have spread throughout the house. Spencer and Gavin have it worse (so far) than Ethan or I do. It is pretty much a hacking cough with a tickly throat and some mild nasal congestion. I've been worried about Ethan. I hope it doesn't develop into something bigger. I've been keeping a close eye on him, checking his oxygen levels more frequently, listening to his lungs with my stethoscope, and watching his eating and sleeping habits more diligently. So far he's been handling it well. I was actually glad when I got sick after Ethan began showing symptoms. I don't know if there is any truth to this, but my theory is while I am breastfeeding, if I get the same sickness as Ethan, my body will produce the specific antibodies needed and hopefully get him feeling better sooner.
We went up to Christmas village in Ogden on Friday night. We had been given clearance by Ethan's Cardiologist to take him out in the cold, but it was that morning that Ethan began getting sick. So needless to say, Ethan stayed in the car with either myself or Tim while the other one saw the lights and Santa Claus. So far, this is the only real family tradition we have at Christmas time. Especially now that we've moved, it is always a treat to visit our old stomping grounds.
To all of you who didn't get Christmas cards from us this year, don't take it personal. Nobody did. I had a late start getting into the Christmas spirit this year and I've never been good at sending out cards in the first place. However, I do appreciate all of the Christmas cards and warm wishes that we've received. It's nice getting something in the mail other than junk or medical bills. I too hope all of you have a very "Merry Christmas" and we pray for health and happiness to you and your families.