It will all work out.

Now that Preston has been well for two weeks (yes, that is right TWO whole weeks without even a sniffle), we decided it was finally time to make the appointment for his tubes.  (Let's also note here that I hope I am not jinxing this child by saying the previous statement).  Because of all of the hospital visits (and glorious 5 day trip to NYC - which I should at this point regret,  but still don't), I have ONE day to take off for the rest of the school year.  ONE DAY???  Last year, I managed to save all 10 days for my maternity leave at the end of April.  Not one sick/ personal day ALL year.  This year, I can't get enough days.  That being said, I tried to schedule Preston's surgery for our next day off... February 21st.  And surprise- the doctor is off that day.  Then I tired for Spring Break (hoping Preston could even wait that long)- and wouldn't you know it, the doctor is off that entire week as well.  That fact that his daughter attends my school was now working against me.  Not only did I not get the "teacher discount," I would have liked, I now was getting screwed (yes, I said that), by the districts schedule.  Now I appreciate the fact that he is being a good father and staying with his daughter, BUT come on... can't he make MY life easier? 

After calling Brad, my mom, and Candace- AND NONE OF THEM ANSWERING... I just cried (not that that is too much of a shocker to anyone that knows me).  I was so upset about what to do-

1.  Should I find a new ENT? That would require a new initial visit and THEN an appointment for tubes which also couldn't guarantee to be on the days I needed them.

2.  Do I wait until the next, next, next time I have off?  That would be April 22... the day right before the boy's birthday as well as Good Friday... and not to mention the fact that will be THREE months away.

3.  Do I use my day?  That would mean any other time I take off I would be docked pay- and with all of the medical bills we have- that would be just lovely.

4.  Do I take a half day?  Do I go and leave at 7:30 AM (because the surgery is RIGHT down the street from my school)? 

Brad FINALLY called, and after talking to him, he assured me that he could handle taking him by himself.  As a mother, I just couldn't even think about him going into surgery without me being there.  Preston HAS been through so much, many of those instances being so much worse, which makes me think he would be OK without me.  That being said, I also know that Brad is amazing with Preston, and I know based on that, he would be comforted and given anything and everything he could possibly want.  I did schedule the surgery for February 10th.  Brad is taking the day... I am still completely unsure on what to do.  I remember Ava having her surgery.  I stayed with Candace that day.... the little girl was back to normal in no time with VERY little down time.  I've also heard from numerous people about the true ease of the surgery.  I have no clue what to do... which coincidentally... is just another day in the life of motherhood.  There have been SO many things we have just honestly not known what to do- but somehow, no matter what we do, it works out... that's what will happen here... it will just work out.

Aside from the tube issue- life is going great!  Preston is adjusting to Katie's WONDERFULLY!  And the fact that I don't have to wash or make bottles, get the boy dressed in the morning, or worry throughout the day makes the 35-40 minute commute to work a breeze.  Our house is about 2 miles from my school, but Katie lives about 15 minutes away from us.  I have to drive there and back every morning and every afternoon.  Brad leaves for work around 6 every morning and this would add an even longer commute for him... so I will be doing the taking and picking up from here on out.  (Except for those days I have long meetings, etc.).  To be honest, the drive from Katie's to my school and from the school to Katie's is kind of nice.  It is MY "me" time.  It is fifteen minutes where I don't have to worry about bottles, diapers, grading papers, answering email, doing laundry, ANYTHING.  I love my job.  I love my son.  And, of course, I love my husband.  BUT with all of that being said- it is still nice. 

To wrap things up, The Emerson Family started yet a new family tradition on Sunday night!  A new frozen yogurt shop, Purple Berri, opened up right by our house this past weekend.  We decided to give it a try as we do with all of the things that open up by us.  For being such a big town, where we live, really doesn't offer much for food, dessert, etc.  We all LOVED it... they serve about 10 types of frozen yogurt (all fat free) and a variety of toppings with AMAZING fresh fruit!  You pay by the ounce... which can get pricey (especially with the fruit that weighs more), but it is great, and in moderation, not too bad and not too pricey!  I loved it, Brad loved it, and even more important the littlest guy in our house loved it.  While we were there, we decided that will be our new Sunday night tradition!  Let's just say- I can't wait for Sunday night to roll around:)

A little picture update-

Finally, I think we are getting back to normal!  Preston is back to his nightly rountine, and we are right back into this quick-paced adventure we call life:)  Just thought I would do a quick picture update on the happenings at the Emerson Household!  I can't get enough pictures of my precious boo... so now, I have to share them-

"Helping" Daddy put up his aquarium in P's playroom!

Happy to Help



Trying to get in the box




Successfully getting into the box



Hanging with his Aunt Candace

Trying to take a picture of the kiddos, but Preston wanted to say hi intead!



Excited to take his 9 month pictures... well, only the ones where is could sit up... the laying down ones are out of the window now....



He LOVES her

Fun times in the bath

Fun with the letters!

Home Sweet Home

After what seemed like forever in the hospital (but in reality was only 2 days), we are all finally home and both Brad and Preston are feeling better.

The day in the hospital without Brad was so hard and exhausting.  Because Preston was so sick and the doctors couldn't find exactly what was causing it, we were on "Isolation."  This meant that we couldn't leave our room.  If anyone has been around my child, then you know containing him is tough none the less when he's stuck to an iv machine.  It was a long and tiring day for the both of us.  My mom finally got there around 5:00 (after several crying phone calls) and I was able to get something to eat and relax a bit.  Aunt Candace came to visit with new jammies, socks, and some more formula (as Preston refuses to eat the formula provided by the hospital and he also refuses to use their bottles) for baby boo.  He was very excited to see her, and she was an absolute life saver in rocking him to sleep.  G-Pa also came to visit (my step-dad)... to bring mom clothes and me some pillows (because I have now learned that hospital pillows are awful).  Candace and Greg left around 8:00, and  mom and I had a wide awake baby to take care of.  He just wanted to fight his sleep and cling to me.  I know he had been through so much, but by midnight and several attempts to get him to eat and/or sleep... I just kept saying ... "Preston, you know I love you, but PLEASE go to sleep."  It seemed like the night was never going to end.  The doctor we had the night before was back on shift and I absolutely loved her.  She was so sweet and always so honest.  We tried to get Preston to eat, but he just wouldn't take anymore than 3 oz at a time.  She finally told us that she would probably release us at 6 AM and that she just wanted Preston to be pumped up on fluids throughout the night.  Around 1 in the morning, Mom and I finally snuggled up on our chair-bed and let Preston play his little heart out in his crib.  I guess that is what he did because we woke up around 4 AM to find the little boy passed out in his bed.  The nurses woke him up at this time because they had to get his blood pressure, temperature, etc.,  but he passed right out after about 3 oz of formula.  Around 6, the nurse and doctor came in and said they were okay with letting Preston go home if I was.  This was hard because as much as I wanted to go home, I wanted to make sure I was making the decision for Preston.  I just knew taking him home meant close monitoring and continuous attempts at getting him to take him fluids.  After thinking it over, we decided to head home.

Finally, we were on our way out and on our way home.  Well, almost on our way home... of course I couldn't remember what floor I had parked on.  When we arrived, everything was crazy and that was the last thing I was worried about.  After searching ever floor getting on and off the elevator and mom entertaining Preston, we decided the best idea was just just get into Mom's car and drive around.  Yay... we found it... about 20 minutes into the search.  I loaded all of our things and baby boy and off we were... homeward bound!  I called Brad from the highway to tell him the good news and I could tell right away by the way he answered the phone that he too was feeling so much better!  I couldn't help but smile and think... "Thank you GOD for making my family well again." 

We arrived at our house shortly after that, and I fed Preston a bottle (he took all of 1 oz) and put him down in his pack-in-play so I could sanitize the whole house.  I told Brad not to leave our room and I (exhausted) scrubbed, cleaned, Cloroxed, recloroxed, and sanitized everything I could think of.  Preston then woke up about an hour later and I tried to feed him again and then both of us laid down in our guest bedroom.  After about on hour of sleep (which seemed like nothing at this point), I woke up to Turtle (this is a moment that I really mean "turd") whacking me in the face... please note this is not the best way to wake a tired momma!  I just started crying and immediately called Candace and said, "Please come over.. I can't do it ... I'm so tired."  Not an hour later, she was at our door asking what she could do to help.  She dusted the whole house and resanitized anything she thought I would have forgotten.  I was able to get in the shower and just relax.  Brad finally decided to leave the bedroom, but I wouldn't let him even think about touching boo at this time.  I made lunch for the three of us, and then Brad and I made a quick run to the ever-classy Dairy Queen for a blizzard while Aunt Candace stayed with P.  Once we saw Brad was able to help, Candace decided to head home to take care of her baby girl.

We're now just trying to get back into our routine.  Preston is still not eating great, but he is eating.  Brad wanted to buy Preston an aquarium and fish as his get well Preston.  Every time we are in Children's waiting room, P is fascinated with their fake aquarium, so we figured he would love a real one.  We bought the aquarium yesterday, and we will slowly be getting fish as the water neutralizes (Side note: It is simply amazing to me how much work goes into putting a dang fish into some water... I had no idea what a process it was... And while in the pet store, I pointed out to Brad that I will have nothing to do with cleaning nor taking care of the tank, and this was his baby and he gets to take care of it all.  I would also like to point out that Brad has been asking for a fish tank for about 3 years now, and using the baby, he finally got himself one... I wonder what else this is going to happen with?)

My Meme is coming in from Giddings today to stay with us for the week and take care of Turtle while we are at work (as I only have one more day to take off for the rest of the year).  Brad and I are both very excited to have some home cooked meals (as we all know I am not a cook... a simple bowl of cereal or fancy Italian lean cuisine always to do the trick for me).  After this week, my dear friend Katie (who has a little girl Caroline that is 5 months older than Preston), is going to be taking care of Preston.  We decided that being in daycare just wasn't helping Preston's situation, and being such an amazing friend, Katie offered to watch P.  I went today and talked to the director of Preston's school and explained his situation.  I do love Preston's school, but it is just been too hard on him.  Our plan is to re-enroll him in August when he is older and has time to get well.  P is going to love spending him with Caroline everyday and Katie was the counselor at the school that I teach.  We couldn't ask for a better situation/ place for Preston. 

We have a doctors appointment with Dr. Tomberlin on Thursday afternoon.  This is a checkup, and until then, the tubes are on hold... 

Currently, all seems well at the Emerson household... let's just hope it stays that way:)

And Time DID Tell... just not what we were expecting

As Preston is FINALLY sleeping his cold, metal hospital crib covered in blankets and his favorite toys, I have a quick minute to update you all on our most resent adventure. 

Yesterday, around 12:15, Preston had still not woken up from the NIGHT before.  I had been watching him on his video monitor the whole morning and saw him moving around, but by 12:15, I just knew something was wrong.  I went it to wake him up, and it was like I was looking at a COMPLETELY different baby.  He was very unresponsive, couldn't even sit up, couldn't keep his eyes open.  I grabbed him out of his bed, changed his diaper, fed him 10 oz, and took a good look at him... at that moment, I knew something was terribly wrong.  I called his doctors office and they told me to rush him to Children's.  I honestly couldn't control myself at this moment.  I thought I was having a panic attack.  I called my mom and Brad and couldn't even get out the words of what was going on all they heard was going to Children's again.  I grabbed what I could and rushed out the door with Preston already back asleep. 

When we arrived at the hospital (which seemed like it took forever), Brad was already there waiting.  What a relief that was... all I kept saying was "I'm so sorry... I should have woken him up sooner."  Brad of course, kept trying to reassure me that none of this was my fault.  But as mother, that is all you can think.  We got back to a room fairly quickly, and then my mom arrive to act as shoulder to cry on/ person to question the nurses on just about everything and anything they did.

After several hours and several tests, an iv, massive diaper explosions, tons of crying, and true heartbreak, they decided to admit Preston to make sure he was getting all of the fluids down that he needed. 

Brad and I "roughed" it through the night.  He graciously took the laminate floor, blankets, and a pillow while I got the chair-bed but no pillow.  We were up several times throughout the night with nurses and doctors, but all together, I think we may have gotten about 5 hours of sleep.  We officially woke up around 8 this morning to find a much happier and energetic baby.  Unfortunately, we couldn't say the same for daddy.  Brad looked awful and said that he felt extremely nauseous.  I asked him if he wanted me to go get him some food... his reply... no.  At this point, I knew it was serious as the man can ALWAYS eat breakfast.  We then decided it would be best for him to go home as he seemed to be getting worse by the minute.  (And when I say we decided I mean: I told him to go home because at the moment he was just a waste of space in the tiny little room they are keeping us in.  I want to stress that I really  do feel so so so sorry for him, but we needed to get him out of here and quickly at that). 

About this time, the staff told us that if we could get Preston to eat (which he as doing so well with throughout the night), they would take him off the fluids, monitor him without them and throughout another bottle, and we would be gone by the afternoon.  Well who's little boy has decided he doesn't want to eat anymore?  Can I blame him?  No, not at all.  It seems like every time he takes something in, it comes right back out.  My poor little guy is being so tough (and crazy now that he has his energy back...)

He's been waving at his nurses, giving them the Preston grin, playing, not eating and not sleeping (well I just got him to go down, so hopefully this will last a while).

I talked to Brad, and he is already vomiting at home which is not a good sign.  He was around Preston all day on Wednesday, where as I only saw them that afternoon.  I just hope I don't get it too because Preston really needs one of us.

We are waiting to see if P Diddy will eat when he wakes up... please say a prayer for this sweet, precious boy.  I hate that he has spent so much time at the hospital in his young little life. 

As I sit here watching him, I am grateful that we are here only for these problems and not something worse.  I can't help but think of those other innocent children that are going through so much worse.  I just want my baby to be healthy and continue to be happy. 

This little boy is an amazing fighter, and I know that he will have us out of here in no time...

Not feeling too good.... get some lovin' from his Daddy.

Resting...

Finally- my baby boy is back (almost)!

Playing Peek-A-Boo is SUPER fun!

Time Will Tell

This past Tuesday, Brad and I took the afternoon off to both pick Preston up (which he was very excited to see the both of us) early from school and take him to TWO doctors appointments... one with the ENT and the other with Dr. Tomberlin for a check up from last weeks extravaganza!  At the ENT, we scheduled Preston's surgery for tubes this coming Monday (the 17th) 7 AM.  We figured the sooner, the better and we  both just so happened to already have Monday off for MLK day... couldn't have worked out better.  Oddly enough, our ENT's daughter is a third grader at my school... I only wish he would have offered us a discount.  I guess that is frowned upon... "Teacher discount- 20% off tubes," probably isn't highly popular in the medical field.  With all of Preston's medical issues, even with insurance, it is really starting to add up quickly.

Anyway, we then went to lovely Dr. T's office.  When we arrived, we got the normal meet in great.. "Nice to see you back." "Wow... haven't seen you in a couple of days." so on and so forth.  Nurses stopped by to see boo because they saw his name on the door.  He's adored by just about every woman on staff there.  When the doctor finally listened to his breathing, she actually said he sounded "almost perfect."  No breathing issues, sounded great, looked great... YAY FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  She did recommend we stay on three breathing treatments a day (two with albuterol and pulmacort and one with just albuterol) JUST to make sure he is healthy for his surgery on Monday, and then we could drop it down to two a day with just pulmacort and do albuteral as needed.  YAY, YAY, YAY AGAIN!  We couldn't have been happier, especially considering the weather has drastically changed since Sunday and we were expecting many more issues from this.  :)

All was well/ perfect/ healthy/ stress free, until, of course, Wednesday morning.  I swear the boy can't catch a break.  I went to wake him up around 6:45 to take him to take him to school.  As soon as I walked into his room, the overwhelming smell of throw up/ spit up hit me.  I thought, "Man, is that how his room always smells and I've just gotten used to it?"  That would be a no because as I picked him up, I noticed the dried brown nastiness all over is jammies, sheets, and his hair.  The wonderful mother that I am, and knowing that I HAD to go into work today because my students were benchmarking and I couldn't miss, I just got him out, cleaned him with a wipey (again, it was the morning and there was no time for a bath this early and just to let you know, wipeys work wonders in all situations involving children), and slapped on some great smelling baby lotion to mask the God awful stinch coming from the boys head.  (It is important to note here that Preston was smiling and in a great mood throughout the whole morning routine including his breathing treatment).  I honestly didn't think anything was seriously wrong... maybe he just ate too much last night and it didn't sit well.  That's all I could think. 

So off to school we go and on the 2 minute drive there Preston just talked up a storm to me in the backseat.  We get there and I try to explain the stinky smell on Preston BEFORE they notice just to insure them that I am a good mother and we bathe him every night...  I drop him off and head to work.  Not a minute after the bell rings, I get a phone call from his school.  They tell me it is just a courtesy call, but Preston had two loose stools within about 5 minutes of each other, and after the third, they are required to send them home for at least 24 hours.  They then tell me that there has also been a stomach bug going around his class and this is just how it started with all the other kiddos and then it leads to THROW UP.  And they couldn't have mentioned this earlier?  All I could think was, well yeah, he already had the throw up part, so I'm pretty sure he'll have the third BM shortly.  I hang up and go to into my coworkers classroom and cry for a minute until I can collect my thoughts.  She is VERY good at cheering me up and reminding me of what is important.  I just kept saying, "Can't he just stay well for a WEEK?"  I mean, it feels like he gets anything and everything that passes his way.  I even suggested we put him in a bubble, somewhat similar to the "bubble boy."  Well, I finally pulled myself together and called Brad.  I caught him up on the situation and told him that I couldn't leave.  He, of course, probably not want to listen to anymore of my ridiculousness, left work to go get him. 

As soon as he got to his school, he picked up Preston and wouldn't you know the boy threw up ALL over him and his nice work clothes.  He then texted and called a couple of times to tell me P Diddy wasn't keeping anything down and described just about every surface he had puked on.  I then made Preston a doctors appointment at 1:30 because Brad was so worried he was going to get dehydrated and back to the hospital we would go (And when Brad gets worried, I really get worried.)  Low and behold: Preston has STREP... again.  They gave him an antibiotic and anti nausea meds.  I asked Brad how he was acting and his response, "Well, after the puked all over me, he smiled."  That about sums up my child... pretty happy in most situations.  I got home that evening, played with him and tried to get him to drink something...

Now, let's just hope we can get the tubes Monday, all goes well with that, and he starts to have a stretch of healthy.  His 9 month well baby check is fastly approaching in three weeks... and we would like to, if in any way possible, to stay OUT of our doctors office and in school until then.  We shall see... only time will tell.

"Turtle" is on the move....

Amidst all of the things that went on last week... baby boy FINALLY decided to become mobile.  Yes, I know this should be an exciting moment for parents.  BUT- let's just be honest, Brad and I are terrified.  This boy is busy... he was busy in the womb, a busy newborn, and now, a busy MOBILE baby!!!!

He started the army crawl (which consisted of his right leg doing all of the work and his left leg flapping back and forth like fin) 2-3 weeks ago (maybe a little longer, honestly time has gotten the best of me).  Shortly after that, he would get up on all fours and rock back and forth just trying to hard to move. 

Friday, the day we were released from the hospital, I was cleaning up the kitchen while my little turtle (as I call him and you will see why in a minute) was playing so sweetly on the floor taking ALL of his toys out of his basket.  At this point, he would just play sitting up and then flop onto his belly and not be able to sit up as he could not go from laying to sitting (which I now know is a blessing). 

Back to the kitchen and playing--- all of the sudden I glance down at Preston (I can only glance because if the boy sees me looking, it's all over and momma has to sit right next to him while he plays and throws toys at me), and wouldn't you know it... he was BACK to sitting up.  I got very excited, but again, you must remember I didn't want Preston to know I was watching.  About a minute later, he was back on his belly and then BAM! as I was not looking again... back to sitting.  I finally caught it with my own eye the THIRD time and couldn't control myself.  I called just about anyone who was willing to listen to "PRESTON CAN GO FROM LAYING TO SITTING!"  His daddy was top on the list as he was out of town for work (of course that is when Preston decides to perform).  I loved on him for a little bit and told him how proud I was... blah, blah, blah all things I'm sure which he didn't understand, but gave me the "Preston" grin all along! 

About an hour after that, him and I were sitting on the floor (note that I DID have to sit and play with him after the whole knock-down-drag-out excitement from the sitting up on his own) and he just decided to crawl to the blue light on our DirectTV box.  Just like that... just took himself right over there to see what it was all about.  I nearly came unglued!!!  Yes, at this moment, I was excited until it finally hit me later what this meant.  I immediately grabbed my video camera and phone.  Using both at the same time (which I now know is not a good idea because you can hear my lovely conversation with Brad the whole video).  I finally coaxed the little stinker back over to me and caught it on video.  Unfortunately, I can't figure out how to get that specific video uploaded on here, so a few days later I grabbed our small Kodak mini (Thank you Aunt Brandi) and got a video of him not only crawling, but also a little waving, coughing, yelling, and all the other things I find adorable when my child does it, but not so much other kids:) 

As mentioned earlier, one reason I call P "turtle," is for how VERY slow the boy moves at this point, but at least he's going somewhere in his mind even if it takes him a year and half (he has gotten quicker since this, but not super fast just yet) to get there.  The second reason: I used to call him "turd," then I shortly realized I got some your a "great" mom looks from people and just decided to add the "le" to make it a little less demeaning in peoples eyes.

Enjoy the video:) 

Note: Please disregard my horribly annoying voice.  Listening to this really makes me feel sorry for Brad who has to listen to that everyday.

We meet again, Children's Hospital.

After a series of doctors visits to check his breathing and his ears, we were sent to Children's Hospital for Preston's breathing.  The first time we went, in early December, Preston was diagnosed with Pneumonia.  He was not admitted... we were sent home with an antibiotic and several more doctors visits to come.  This past Wednesday, we had yet another doctors appointment only to end with the same look... I asked, "Are you going to send us back to Children's?"  Dr. Tomberlin then gave me a simple nod and just hugged my neck.  Off we went.  After several hours of waiting, a set of xrays, close monitoring, blood work, RSV swab, and IV (which I would like to point out took them SIX tries before they actually got one in)... he was admitted.  Preston's oxygen levels had dropped into the high 80s (supposed to be around 99-100) and his heart rate jumped to around the 200s.  After several hours in what they call "short stay," and about one hour of sleep total, they released us with a diagnoses of broncholitus, RSV, and respiratory distress.  The question we want to answer is- Why all of the respiratory problems?  Our amazing pediatrician is sending us to a pulmonalogist soon to get the answer to this question and to help control the situation.  Following our visit to the ENT, we will visit with Dr. Tomberlin and set up a date to visit the pulmonary specialist.  Then, finally, we might have some answers to keep our baby boy healthy.

Here are some pictures from our visit to Children's on 1-5-2011

Waiting to see the dr.

Getting a SUPER breathing treatment that lasted FOREVER

Boo finally getting tired

IV :(

<3

It all begins...

Preston's 6 month well baby check up was quickly approaching.  Brad and I finally decided to switch doctors because his previous doctor just didn't seem to take us seriously when we thought something was wrong with Preston.  She was dismiss our concern as just a cold or teething (lets point out the fact that she suggested this around 4 months of age and the boy still doesn't have a tooth).   I made an appointment with the new doctor, who was recommened to me my several of my friends who recently had babies.  As I waited to visit our her, several thoughts crossed my mind, but I don't think I ever truly expected what was going to be "perscribed."  After listening to all of my conerns and then listening to Preston's lungs, she decided that he needed to be put on a neubulizer to control his wheezing and breathing.  She simply asked, "No one has ever noticed his wheezing before?"  "No." That was the only thing I could think to say.  She then brought in the machine and medicine to show me how to use them.  How does this mother react?  I, of course, bursted into tears.  So many thoughts raced through my mind... What did I do do my baby to make him have to do this?  What could I have done differently?  How long are we going to have to do this?  Is he ever going to be able to play sports?  After my initial fear and shock (and crying on the doctors shoulder), we left the doctors office and started our new life that included several breathing treatments a day.  Luckily, Preston didn't seem to mind them, for the most part. 

Side note: It is also important to mention that at this doctors appointment Preston was also diagnosed with an ear infection.  (Which as most of us now know was just the beginning of a string of infections and we see our ENT Tuesday to finally talk tubes).

One of the first treatments

What are little boys made of?

When I hear this question, I think of all of the things Preston has been through...

Preston is made of-

Strength: to get him through his, what seems like, weekly visits to the doctor and occasional visits to the hospital

Happiness: wow... what a happy little boy he is

His mother's Type A personality: the boy likes his schedule, what can I say?

His daddy's blue eyes: which do melt any heart

Energy: the boy can't sit still... even while sick

Curiosity: he loves to explore ALL of his surroundings

Love: love from the amazing family, fantastic friends, and anybody who looks his way (it's just that easy to love this little boy)

That is what Preston is made of... and I wouldn't change it (well, most of it) for the world.

P Diddy

What brings you the most happiness in the world?  My answer, my son, Preston.  Though the past few months have been made up of the scariest and saddest days, my answer, would still of course, be my son.  I thank God daily for blessing me with such a happy baby that makes the weekly visits to the doctor not so hard.  Preston is the happiest baby, sick or healthy, and I would not trade him for anything.  I've decided to start a blog to document all of the great, and of course, not so great, times with "P Diddy," (as his daddy calls him).  Welcome to the wonderful world of Preston Robert Emerson...