It is rainy and dark here today, but my attitude and heart are far from gloomy. I am so thankful today and feel a little energized from the good news! Thank you for all of your prayers!
Friday, February 27, 2009
Praise!
I just noticed that this is my 200th post! I couldn't be more happy to have it be a post about praising my Savior. Praise the Lord! I just received a phone call from my pediatrician and she informed me that M's MRI was completely normal. I think I have been holding my breath for 2 weeks, but was finally able to let out a huge sigh of relief this morning.
It is rainy and dark here today, but my attitude and heart are far from gloomy. I am so thankful today and feel a little energized from the good news! Thank you for all of your prayers!
It is rainy and dark here today, but my attitude and heart are far from gloomy. I am so thankful today and feel a little energized from the good news! Thank you for all of your prayers!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Another Test
M will be having an MRI tomorrow (Thursday) at 2:00 pm. Our pediatrician recommended we do this to rule out any major problems that the CT Scan didn't reveal. We are hoping and praying that the MRI scan will reveal only that of the healthy 8 year old brain of my sweet daughter. Would you please pray with us as well?...it would be greatly appreciated.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Snips N Snails
My little guy is getting to be quite the handful. Not that ingesting Burt's Bees, deodorant and glass ornaments didn't give me a hint or anything! Now the little 'feller has started climbing! He gets on the his sister's bed, the ottoman, the sofa, and just about anything else he can hurl himself up on and he stands, jumps, then throws himself down in the cushions, all with belly laughter. Meanwhile, his mom is a nervous wreck! Here are a few other things he has done in a weeks time:
-fell down 1 step onto tile floor...huge goose egg and bruise on his forehead
-ate a crayon
-pulled over a cup of coffee on himself (thankfully it wasn't hot, so no burns). He had reached up and gotten it off of the kitchen table!
-ate a piece of Valentine chocolate..with the foil wrapping STILL ON IT!
-tried to get a knife out of a drawer
-managed to get a pair of scissors from the kitchen counter top and proceed to run away with them!!
-splashed so hard in the bathtub that I couldn't see to wash him. I had water all in my eyes and was spitting it out of my mouth. I felt like I was being put up against a small hurricane, seriously.
I know I am forgetting something but, whew! I'm tired again just writing about it all!
Thank heaven for little boys.....WHEN THEY ARE SLEEPING!!!
-fell down 1 step onto tile floor...huge goose egg and bruise on his forehead
-ate a crayon
-pulled over a cup of coffee on himself (thankfully it wasn't hot, so no burns). He had reached up and gotten it off of the kitchen table!
-ate a piece of Valentine chocolate..with the foil wrapping STILL ON IT!
-tried to get a knife out of a drawer
-managed to get a pair of scissors from the kitchen counter top and proceed to run away with them!!
-splashed so hard in the bathtub that I couldn't see to wash him. I had water all in my eyes and was spitting it out of my mouth. I felt like I was being put up against a small hurricane, seriously.
I know I am forgetting something but, whew! I'm tired again just writing about it all!
Thank heaven for little boys.....WHEN THEY ARE SLEEPING!!!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Huge Scare...Thankfully All Is Well
Why haven't I written in a while?....Well, for a week or so I felt like I had nothing at all to write about...almost feeling like I was living out the Groundhog Day movie myself. Be careful what you complain about, because then you will be so overwhelmed with things that you could write about, but then you just don't have the time to write about them! That is what happened to me last Friday 13th (not that I'm superstitious):
My oldest daughter, M, has had what we called "night terrors" for about 2 years now. They do not happen often, but when they do it is unsettling for sure. You will be right in the middle of a great slumber when you awaken to blood curdling screams from your daughter's bedroom. I remember the first time it ever happened my first thought was that someone was stabbing her (that is how bad the screams are) and I tried to get there as quick as I could, but my socks met the hard wood floor and I looked like someone trying to skate for the first time. I always try to hug her, calm her down, let her know it was just a dream, and eventually the screams and the shaking stops and she looks very glassy eyed, not really aware of what is going on. She then goes back to bed and rests peacefully.
Around 4 am on Friday morning I heard a noise from M's room and for some reason I thought to myself, "This is a night terror and the screams are about to start. Go ahead in there," but when I walked in her room, I noticed her moving in her bed strangely. As I got to her, looked at her, and felt her body, I knew that she was having a seizure. It was very obvious and scary, yet I was completely calm about it, knowing that it would eventually end, which it did about a minute later. That one minute seems so long, though, when you are watching your 8 year old healthy daughter having a seizure in her bed. I waited for the seizure to stop as I stroked her head, telling her everything would be ok. After it was over, she was completely "out of it", couldn't tell us her name, sit up, squeeze my hand...nothing and her eyes were going in two different directions. We decided to call the ambulance to transport her to the hospital and get some answers to why my healthy daughter had a seizure.
It was actually a great decision to take the ambulance because everybody was waiting on our arrival and the moment we got there, they were on top of the situation. At this point, M is aware of everything and if finally like herself, although she could remember nothing up until the paramedics were in her bedroom. The next 2 hours went by very quickly. Sugar test, blood pressure, temperature, blood work, and a CT scan all done by 6 am and by 7 am we knew that everything looked good. Praise the Lord! We were then released with an order for an EEG later that morning.
Twenty-six probes put all over my little girls head and amongst her curly ringlets for the EEG test. An hour later, we were walking out still not knowing anything, but were promised that we would hear from someone by the end of the day. By 5pm we had a preliminary diagnosis from the neurologist that read her EEG. He seems to think that she has some form of adolescent epilepsy, something that she will outgrow around age 14 or so. He also believes that hers are nocturnal, happening only when she is asleep. The next step will be us being referred to a pediatric neurologist to confirm the diagnosis and decide how to treat her for it, if at all. In doing my research on-line, after the guy that performed the EEG mentioned it to me, I have discovered that those night terrors were some form of small seizures.
We have a long road ahead of us, with doctor referrals, insurance phone calls, doctor appointments, and more, but I CAN HANDLE THAT! Just praising the good Lord that my daughter is ok and hoping that this diagnosis is correct. Keep us in your prayers.
My oldest daughter, M, has had what we called "night terrors" for about 2 years now. They do not happen often, but when they do it is unsettling for sure. You will be right in the middle of a great slumber when you awaken to blood curdling screams from your daughter's bedroom. I remember the first time it ever happened my first thought was that someone was stabbing her (that is how bad the screams are) and I tried to get there as quick as I could, but my socks met the hard wood floor and I looked like someone trying to skate for the first time. I always try to hug her, calm her down, let her know it was just a dream, and eventually the screams and the shaking stops and she looks very glassy eyed, not really aware of what is going on. She then goes back to bed and rests peacefully.
Around 4 am on Friday morning I heard a noise from M's room and for some reason I thought to myself, "This is a night terror and the screams are about to start. Go ahead in there," but when I walked in her room, I noticed her moving in her bed strangely. As I got to her, looked at her, and felt her body, I knew that she was having a seizure. It was very obvious and scary, yet I was completely calm about it, knowing that it would eventually end, which it did about a minute later. That one minute seems so long, though, when you are watching your 8 year old healthy daughter having a seizure in her bed. I waited for the seizure to stop as I stroked her head, telling her everything would be ok. After it was over, she was completely "out of it", couldn't tell us her name, sit up, squeeze my hand...nothing and her eyes were going in two different directions. We decided to call the ambulance to transport her to the hospital and get some answers to why my healthy daughter had a seizure.
It was actually a great decision to take the ambulance because everybody was waiting on our arrival and the moment we got there, they were on top of the situation. At this point, M is aware of everything and if finally like herself, although she could remember nothing up until the paramedics were in her bedroom. The next 2 hours went by very quickly. Sugar test, blood pressure, temperature, blood work, and a CT scan all done by 6 am and by 7 am we knew that everything looked good. Praise the Lord! We were then released with an order for an EEG later that morning.
Twenty-six probes put all over my little girls head and amongst her curly ringlets for the EEG test. An hour later, we were walking out still not knowing anything, but were promised that we would hear from someone by the end of the day. By 5pm we had a preliminary diagnosis from the neurologist that read her EEG. He seems to think that she has some form of adolescent epilepsy, something that she will outgrow around age 14 or so. He also believes that hers are nocturnal, happening only when she is asleep. The next step will be us being referred to a pediatric neurologist to confirm the diagnosis and decide how to treat her for it, if at all. In doing my research on-line, after the guy that performed the EEG mentioned it to me, I have discovered that those night terrors were some form of small seizures.
We have a long road ahead of us, with doctor referrals, insurance phone calls, doctor appointments, and more, but I CAN HANDLE THAT! Just praising the good Lord that my daughter is ok and hoping that this diagnosis is correct. Keep us in your prayers.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
The Snuggie
Here is a picture of my sweet girls modeling my new Snuggies that they gave me for Christmas. As with any good product sold on T.V., they were able (with the help of their daddy, obviously) to snag "not one, but TWO snuggies in addition to TWO booklights all for the price of one." And for just a few more dollars they elected to upgrade my Snuggie which meant mine came with "45% thicker material and TWO built in pockets so that you won't ever lose the remote again." 
One size fits all. Seriously? Look at my kids in it! So basically the Snuggie is a fleece robe that you wear backwards! So not kidding. Some person one morning probably accidentally put on their robe backwards and thought, "ummm...this is warm AND convienient because it's like a blanket BUT I have the use of my arms." That's most likely when the Snuggie was born....right there in someones bathroom, hungover from the night before.
Let me just tell you one thing about the Snuggie that I personally think should have come with a warning label! That thing produces so much static electricity that after wearing it for maybe one minute, I could go to the nearest doorknob in my house and probably provide enough electricity to power my neighborhood. As you can see in the picture (and WHY I didn't model the Snuggie personally) it adds about 75 pounds on you! But that's ok, it's a blanket...I'm NOT going to wear it to a football game like the crazy family in the commercial. I'm not so sure however, what this does for me in the way of romance though....Can't you just see me now, wrapped up in my Snuggie, 75 lbs bigger and my hair is standing straight up in the air?....Well, let's just say that I know the only electricity happening in my house that day is the crackling and popping between me and my Snuggie.
(Oh, and by the way, I have no idea why M chose a rapper pose for the Snuggie picture. Makes me wonder, though what pose she would have chosen if I would let her wear my 24 karat gold chain with my $$ hangin' on it.)
One size fits all. Seriously? Look at my kids in it! So basically the Snuggie is a fleece robe that you wear backwards! So not kidding. Some person one morning probably accidentally put on their robe backwards and thought, "ummm...this is warm AND convienient because it's like a blanket BUT I have the use of my arms." That's most likely when the Snuggie was born....right there in someones bathroom, hungover from the night before.
Let me just tell you one thing about the Snuggie that I personally think should have come with a warning label! That thing produces so much static electricity that after wearing it for maybe one minute, I could go to the nearest doorknob in my house and probably provide enough electricity to power my neighborhood. As you can see in the picture (and WHY I didn't model the Snuggie personally) it adds about 75 pounds on you! But that's ok, it's a blanket...I'm NOT going to wear it to a football game like the crazy family in the commercial. I'm not so sure however, what this does for me in the way of romance though....Can't you just see me now, wrapped up in my Snuggie, 75 lbs bigger and my hair is standing straight up in the air?....Well, let's just say that I know the only electricity happening in my house that day is the crackling and popping between me and my Snuggie.
(Oh, and by the way, I have no idea why M chose a rapper pose for the Snuggie picture. Makes me wonder, though what pose she would have chosen if I would let her wear my 24 karat gold chain with my $$ hangin' on it.)
Monday, February 2, 2009
What was I thinking?
This one is for W, over at Mom of Eleven!!
W and I have been friends for a long time and fortunatley have seen our families grow and grow (hers much bigger than mine!). She had 2 girls, then a boy just like I did, however hers are each one year older than mine. It has worked out to my advantage numerous times. For one, I have gotten great hand-me-downs for the girls from her since my girls were also 3 years apart. Second, we have passed maternity clothes back and forth since 1999 or so? Well, since she is FAR more energetic than I, she is on baby #4 (Which will actually make #12...If you don't know the story, visit her blog). Precious. Couldn't be more happy for her. So, yet again, I have passed the maternity box back to her.
The box has gotten larger and larger, therefore my husband had to deliver it instead of me because it has gotten so heavy. Let me just tell you that after a DECADE the clothes have become slightly dated. I'm the type of person that can't throw anything away. I might not have ever put it on my body, but couldn't ever throw it away either, so it just remained in the box. W called the other day when she received the box and we laughed and laughed on the phone about how VERY bad some of those clothes were/are...whatever. We had a good laugh at ourselves!
I managed to find only a couple of pictures of me pregnant. (I told her I was going to do this) You know, when you are pregnant, you hardly let a camera near you, let alone someone actually take a picture of you. However, these few were taken in 2000, the year I had M. Just thought I would share some of my bad maternity fashion decisions.
(These came out of M's scrapbook, so bear with the poor quality)
The following I didn't think was all THAT bad. I wore this for a good friend's wedding who got married at my mother's house and T and I were a part of it. But lavender??? Nothing like making you REALLY look like an Easter Egg!:
Now, this dress screams, "Hey, everyone look at me!", which is EXACTLY what I DON'T want people to do when I walk in a room! I don't even think this would have been appropriate for a trip to Hawaii. Put on your sunglasses...here comes the pregnant girl! (Not that I HAVE TO TELL YOU, but I am the one on the left)
And this has to be my all time favorite. I remember thinking I looked huge, but really cute, hence the fact that I am actually allowing someone to take my picture while I strike this pose. (FYI: This was just a few days before delivery)
I was teaching at the time and a fellow teacher/friend yelled down the hall to me, "HEEEEYYY Bubblicious!" Hysterical now, not so funny 4 days before I had a baby! Apparently she knew something then that I did not!
Happy pregnancy W! And just remember, you'll look really cute NOW, but in another decade we will be rolling on the floor about what you were wearing! That's just a part of it!
W and I have been friends for a long time and fortunatley have seen our families grow and grow (hers much bigger than mine!). She had 2 girls, then a boy just like I did, however hers are each one year older than mine. It has worked out to my advantage numerous times. For one, I have gotten great hand-me-downs for the girls from her since my girls were also 3 years apart. Second, we have passed maternity clothes back and forth since 1999 or so? Well, since she is FAR more energetic than I, she is on baby #4 (Which will actually make #12...If you don't know the story, visit her blog). Precious. Couldn't be more happy for her. So, yet again, I have passed the maternity box back to her.
The box has gotten larger and larger, therefore my husband had to deliver it instead of me because it has gotten so heavy. Let me just tell you that after a DECADE the clothes have become slightly dated. I'm the type of person that can't throw anything away. I might not have ever put it on my body, but couldn't ever throw it away either, so it just remained in the box. W called the other day when she received the box and we laughed and laughed on the phone about how VERY bad some of those clothes were/are...whatever. We had a good laugh at ourselves!
I managed to find only a couple of pictures of me pregnant. (I told her I was going to do this) You know, when you are pregnant, you hardly let a camera near you, let alone someone actually take a picture of you. However, these few were taken in 2000, the year I had M. Just thought I would share some of my bad maternity fashion decisions.
(These came out of M's scrapbook, so bear with the poor quality)
The following I didn't think was all THAT bad. I wore this for a good friend's wedding who got married at my mother's house and T and I were a part of it. But lavender??? Nothing like making you REALLY look like an Easter Egg!:
Now, this dress screams, "Hey, everyone look at me!", which is EXACTLY what I DON'T want people to do when I walk in a room! I don't even think this would have been appropriate for a trip to Hawaii. Put on your sunglasses...here comes the pregnant girl! (Not that I HAVE TO TELL YOU, but I am the one on the left)
And this has to be my all time favorite. I remember thinking I looked huge, but really cute, hence the fact that I am actually allowing someone to take my picture while I strike this pose. (FYI: This was just a few days before delivery)
I was teaching at the time and a fellow teacher/friend yelled down the hall to me, "HEEEEYYY Bubblicious!" Hysterical now, not so funny 4 days before I had a baby! Apparently she knew something then that I did not!
Happy pregnancy W! And just remember, you'll look really cute NOW, but in another decade we will be rolling on the floor about what you were wearing! That's just a part of it!
Mondays Make Me Crazy
This is how I feel on Mondays:
This is K's drawing. At first, I thought it was a picture of her mommy when she wakes up in the morning, but after looking at the curly hair and the earrings (with the line drawn out sideways from the ear), I knew it was of her sister, M. Too cute and pretty accurate.
This is K's drawing. At first, I thought it was a picture of her mommy when she wakes up in the morning, but after looking at the curly hair and the earrings (with the line drawn out sideways from the ear), I knew it was of her sister, M. Too cute and pretty accurate.
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