The Honeymoon

Still trying to catch up Ian's blog to current.....Now that we're in toddler years, I see why we were told that infancy for hemophiliacs is the "honeymoon". They were lots less emergencies and ways to get bumps and bruises.

We were mainly consumed with enjoying him and his brothers and learning how to function as a family of five. We would occasionally notice bruises under his arms or around his belly, from being picked up or held. They didn't seem to bother him, but felt like hard knots under his skin to us.

Big brothers Isaac and Israel welcomed him into our lives. Isaac was proud and helpful, (as always), with a "been here before" kind of attitude. Israel was very protective of "his baby" and would call out for Mama to "hold baby--hold baby--hold baby" any time Ian cried.

Our first experience with shots was somewhat scary. We took icepacks and tylenol with us. He cried a little like all babies, then immediately fell asleep. It was easy to keep ice on his thighs while he slept in his carseat. He ended up without a mark on him, even though we had expected large brusises. Yeah prayer!!