Saturday, December 5, 2009

Chuck E. Cheese Extravaganza

Today my husband woke up and announced that he thought it would be a good idea to go to Chuck E. Cheese’s today. (The closest one, by the way, is an hour and a half away.) But, who was I to argue? I did later find out that he had seen a commercial and that was the source of this strange desire. So for all of you who don’t believe in the power of advertising…

Anyway, I had never been to a Chuck E. Cheese. It was very interesting…and fun! I thought Alex would be scared of everything and he was timid at first, but by the end he had played games and had ridden many of the rides over and over again. He didn’t want to leave! Here are some pics from our day:

The car ride there:




The kids meet Chuck E. Cheese (who they love, by the way):


This clock was a definite favorite:


Grace: “I don’t know who you are or why you are on my train, but don’t even THINK about taking my biscuit!”


The car ride home:

I don’t know how my husband’s crazy ideas always work out, but they definitely do! Today was a wonderful day. We all had a blast, and had a lot of great new experiences that we wouldn’t have otherwise had today. (Plus we got to eat pizza and ice cream!) Thanks Chris, you’re the best!

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Three Teeth!



Open your mouth, sweet girl, and show everyone your teeth!



Yup! That's right! Grace has THREE TEETH just in time for a wonderful Thanksgiving Day Feast! Just look at those beauties (okay, they're kind of hard to see...she has two below and one up top!)

And we love teeth in this family...the better to eat delicious pears with, as demonstrated by my model Alex!



MMmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm! Dee-licious!

Friday, November 20, 2009

Thanksgiving Haiku



Leaves Begin to Change
Family From Near and Far
I Love Thanksgiving!



With bellies and hearts filled
dirty dishes replenished
spirits, family

Turkey, Potatoes,
Gravy and Pie Call my name
I'll give you a try!



Remembering those
Who once sat at the table
Loved now from above



Blessed Are Children
Loved All Year Long and Kissed
By Turkeys. Parents!

Thanks and praise today
For our Family and Friends
Lost or Still to Come!

Monday, November 16, 2009

The Love Of A Child

One day last week I was having what one might call a ‘down day’. If I had an employer (other than my kids), I probably would have chosen to take a ‘mental day’. It was still pretty early in the morning and I was thinking about how I was going to get through the day. I was feeling very drained and like I didn’t have very much to give.

As I walked into our front room holding my beautiful baby girl, Alex looked up at me and said, ‘Baby here Mom.’ and pointed to his lap. Amazed, I gave Grace to him and he started tickling her and making her laugh. He hadn’t asked to hold Grace in a very very long time. It was like he read my mind, understood, and got right to work making sure Grace was as happy as possible.

Well, what more does one need to feel rejuvenated? My heart warmed and spirit lifted, I watched the two of them play and giggle. It was awakening for me to just sit there and observe one being my husband and I created, share and teach love to another being my husband and I had created. Miracle, I ask? Ha! I think so! What an awesome day.


Monday, November 2, 2009

Local Parents Please Read!

Part I


Nine. Nine is the number of times hospital staff attempted to get an IV into my son’s arm. Nine times. Both wrists, elbows, and feet are bruised and battered after hours of digging around looking for a vein and comments from the nursing staff like, “I can see it, it’s right there, I just can't get to it, just when I get it he moves.”


As a mother it is my duty to protect my child, take care of him, make sure that he is safe. So when you decide that possibly exposing your child to all of the other germs in any medical clinic, when is enough enough? Wednesday night, my husband and I felt like enough was enough. My son was having labored breathing signs, and his eyes were swollen, puffy, and he was falling asleep after drinking out of a sippy cup, or coughing.


But then once you are receiving treatment, when, as a mother, do you tell the health professional that they aren’t allowed to stick your son anymore? No more. The cost has now outweighed the benefit.


For me, that came after stick number four. The first four sticks were performed at our local ER.

Part II


Here’s our story:


6-6:30 p.m. My husband and I decide that because of Alex’s flaring nostrils and the skin sucking into his ribs when he breathes, we had better take him to Urgent Care (which closes at 7:00 p.m.) to make sure he is getting enough oxygen.


7:00 p.m. We are on our way to the ER after Urgent Care tells me that he is in distress and because of his fever and elevated heart rate they will probably want to blood work on him which they can’t do at Urgent Care.


7:15 p.m. Arrive at the ER



My son at the beginning of our 'experience':





From there the times get blurry, but in a nutshell this is what happened between 7:15 p.m. and 2:20 a.m.


The Doctor looks at him, orders x-rays, and starts him on oxygen. They start him on oxygen and take an x-ray.


Doctor returns saying that he does not have pneumonia, but there are dark bronchial lines which indicate that pneumonia may be on its way and that she will call the pediatrician on call to find out what to do next.


The pediatrician says to start an IV for fluids and antibiotics.


Two nurses try to stick my son twice each and then I request that we ‘take a break’. My son has been crying, sweating, and writhing now for awhile. I have a private discussion in my head and get the idea that maybe we should go to a pediatric unit where people who are used to putting IV’s in two year olds can put one in my son.


A lady comes in and says, “All I need is one more signature and your son will be admitted.” I ask why we are being admitted and she says she doesn’t know, she just does the paperwork. I tell her that I’m not sure I want him admitted because I think they were intending on admitting him to monitor the IV and we have not been able to get an IV in yet. She says she will go talk to our nurse.


An anesthesiologist comes into the room and I explain to him my thoughts of a possible transfer and indicate that I’m not entirely sure why my son needs an IV. I don’t think he’s that dehydrated, and there must be some way to get the antibiotics into his system other than through an IV. The anesthesiologist said I was asking some good questions, and also said that he couldn’t guarantee that he could get it on the first stick either and that he doesn’t stick children every day, and that if it was his child, he would do the same thing.


Let me add here that if I hadn’t had this conversation with this wonderful person who was super helpful, gentle, and kind, I think I would have burst into tears at this point.


The anesthesiologist said he would go talk to the Doctor to find out exactly what was going on.
The nurse came back into the room and said that he didn’t need the IV for dehydration, but he did need it because it was supposed to be easier and less painful than getting the antibiotics as shots. We both agreed that this was no longer true and she was very apologetic.


The doctor then came in and said that he didn’t need the IV for dehydration or the antibiotics, but because he was in respiratory distress and if they needed to get medication into his body quickly (like steroids), the best way was through an IV. She apologized for not being clearer about his treatment and explained that she was the only Doctor there and had ten other patients. I talked to her about a transfer and she said that she was more than willing to arrange to have an ambulance come down from the University to pick him up. I asked if we could just drive up and she said that he couldn’t because he needed to remain on oxygen.


My disclaimer:



I want to add in here that while I am a frustrated parent, ALL STAFF at our local ER were calm, respectful, understanding, and I felt they genuinely gave their best effort in treating my son. It is not their fault that they aren’t specialized in pediatrics. I feel like they did the best job that they could, and were respectful of my requests.



In addition, I fully understand that pediatricians on-call are obligated to make conservative decisions. Having said that I will move on...


Part III


The team from the University arrives and evaluates him. The pediatrician on-call says that he cannot leave without the IV because they need to start the antibiotics as soon as possible. This is the point where hindsight is 20/20 because if I had known what was going to happen next I would have demanded that he receive no further medical attention until he is evaluated by a pediatrician.


Anyway, I didn’t know what was going to happen next. I thought that now that we had a pediatric team in the room, we would be able to get a stick. We didn’t. The new nurse tried three times and then I excused myself from the room. She tried twice more and then the screams for mom pulled me back into the room. My sons face was bright red and his heart rate was ridiculous. The nurse removed her fifth stick and I told her that we were all done. No more. They agreed.


2:20 a.m. We left and headed to the University. My son did not have an IV and he was not on oxygen. I had been keeping track of his heart rate and oxygen level at the hospital which was always between 93-97. I asked the respiratory technician why it was okay to be transporting him without oxygen and he said that his oxygen level was well within the normal range.





Ambulance pics:






Furious?! WELL BEYOND THAT AT THIS POINT. His oxygen level had been well within the normal range the entire time we were at the hospital. His heart rate had been a little high, but the only time it was really high was when he was being stuck for the NINTH TIME!


By this point I am just completely baffled about what has happened, and what is actually wrong with my son, because it doesn’t seem like anything is other than that he’s got the flu! Q: So why are we choosing to incur this huge ambulance transfer expense? A: Because I’m trying to be a good mom? Because if I discharge him I’m refusing medical treatment for my son? Because I’m scared and don’t know what’s happening anymore?


Part IV (no pun intended)


3:30 a.m. We arrive at the University’s pediatric unit. A nurse triage’s my son in and the first words out of her mouth to me is that they will not be giving my son an IV. She apologizes to me for what he’s been through. She says that right now there is no need for an IV. This is the second point in the night that I almost break down (only this time out of thankfulness). A pediatrician comes in and performs a thorough evaluation and agrees. She says that his oxygen level is good, and that she has reviewed his x-ray and it looks great.

My son at the end of our 'experience':







Our entire stay is less than 12 hours. During this time we are evaluated by many pediatricians. They all give him complete thorough examinations. All determine that he has the flu, or flu-like symptoms, which was his final diagnosis. He is treated with Motrin and Tylenol. Just before we leave they start him on Tamiflu because he now meets the requirements for receiving it because he has been hospitalized.


Part V


Earlier I was tempted to post pictures of my son’s bruising on his feet, wrists, and elbows. But now, I just want to spread the word to parents in our area encouraging them to go straight to a pediatric unit (or an ER in a hospital that has a pediatric unit) if your child/ren need medical attention and it is after your pediatrician’s office hours. We spoke to pediatricians about this while we were at the University Hospital and they agreed. I do not want to see one more child go through anything like this. It is worth the drive even if you find out that your child doesn’t need to be admitted. In my case, my child didn’t need to be admitted, but he was and received attention that was more detrimental to his health than beneficial.


Please help me spread the word. I want all of our children to be healthy and when they are sick, I don’t want to see them go through any additional pain. I also want us to be able to pay our bills and provide for our children, and especially with a poor economy, no unnecessary bills (like the ones we are going to receive) should be incurred.



I could go on about how upset I am about our new financial burden. I could also go on about how this has already affected my son who will never let another doctor get near him, and how now every time he gets upset he starts hitting and thrashing, but I won't. I would just like to again encourage you to spread the word around our community to all parents, to insist that your child is seen by an actual pediatrician before receiving treatment of any kind.

I wish all of you a Happy and most importantly a Healthy Holiday Season.


Sunday, September 27, 2009

Win $5,000!

Purina Yesterday's News Cat Litter is having a 'Do-Gooder' essay contest. The only eligibility requirement is that you must own a cat. All you do is complete a super duper short survey and submit a 300 word essay. If you win, $15,000 will go to a local charity of your choice such as a Recycling Center or Animal Shelter, and $5,000 cash will go to you! EVERYONE eligible should enter this contest because one tree will be planted for each entry.

Seeing this contest reminded me of the important role a cat has played recently in my family's life. Unfortunately, the cat does not live with us anymore, so our story is not eligible for this promotion. So, I've decided to share our family's story here (but after you read our story, don't forget to go and submit your essay at http://www.yesterdaysnews.com/DoGooder/):

Cats! I love them. My husband….about as allergic to them as one could possibly get. We have talked about our kids having pets in their lives before, but the conversation usually ends up with a couple of beta fish as the solution.

As luck would have it (my luck, not my husband’s), a beautiful cat appeared on our back doorstep Super Bowl Sunday 2007. We left her alone hoping she would return home, but after a few days she had made it clear she had no intentions of leaving. We began feeding her, and my beautiful blue eyed baby boy fell in love. He would sit on the cold kitchen floor staring out at her through the sliding glass doors. Sometimes they would play games together by putting their hand and paw up to the glass and moving them around…it was too cute.

Over time we decided to accept full responsibility for the cat since she obviously wasn’t going anywhere. My husband agreed that she could live on our back deck and could come in to the garage during the winter months and when it rained. We took her to the veterinarian and had her checked out, and gave her a name: Callie.

I would like to add in here that I know my husband loved the cat. I would not let her step paw into our home, but Chris would let her walk through the home from the garage to the back deck all the time. I have also seen him let her in to eat the Cheerio’s off of the floor. And, let’s not forget about me catching him on multiple occasions talking to her on the back porch as he was grilling. Yep. He will deny it to his death, but he loved that cat, and that makes me smile.

My son Alex could not get enough of her either. He played with her every day. Every morning he would wake up and feed her fresh water and food (okay, most of the time it was with mom’s help). But, Callie made me realize how much responsibility my one and a half year old could actually handle. She helped me to see Alex’s full potential. He was absolutely capable of getting out a bowl, scooping out some food, and carrying it over to the door…and he loved doing it!

Callie loved us too. She showed us her love by bringing a bird, mole, squirrel, snake, and lizard to our doorstep. Ugh. Thanks Callie!
We had Callie for almost a year, but one day our doorbell rang and a couple said they thought we had their cat. It turned out that Callie’s real name was Tiger. Tiger had lived with this family for eight years until they moved. Tiger must have gotten turned around in her new neighborhood and gotten lost. After Tiger had gone missing, it snowed, and one of their daughters had written ‘Goodbye Tiger’ in the snow. How sad!

We were so happy to have been able to return Tiger to her real family! And we were so lucky to have had Tiger (Callie) in our lives for the time that we did, which ended up being over a year! She helped me recognize Alex’s potential, and she helped teach him to love, care, and help be responsible for others. (This was good training, as Alex was blessed with a baby sister shortly before Tiger left us!) Thanks Tiger!






Friday, September 11, 2009

9/11


If you had asked me eight years ago if I would ever be married with kids, I probably would have said, “only in my wildest dreams.” If you had asked me eight years ago if I would ever have questioned my personal security as an American I would have said, “Only in my worst nightmares.”

Today I find myself with not only an amazing husband, but also two incredibly awesome miracles I call my children. Today I also find myself remembering September 11, 2001 as though it were yesterday, waking up and watching CNN from bed just in time to see the second plane hitting the South Tower of the World Trade Center.

This morning when I woke up my thoughts were clear. I am living a gifted life. I am not worried about where our next meal will come from, nor am I worried about our children suffering from exposure from the elements. I do find myself pondering many other thoughts such as who I am supposed to be, what my place is in this world, and especially today, how can I serve our community, country, and our world? The answer to all of my questions is simple. It is for ALL parents. What we give to our community, country, and this world is an amazing future: intellectual capital, through our children.

It is our responsibility to teach our children right and wrong, to understand love and hate, to drive for excellence in scholastic accomplishments. It is our job to pick them up when they fall down, help them understand the eccentricities of life, and teach them to hold their heads high justifiably because they will help to create a world of peace.

Peace does not come from balanced books. It does not come from markets. It does not come from Democratic elections. It does not come from the glory of a well versed speech or a stoic silent leader. Peace comes from the understanding of others. The understanding of others comes from our children. Our children come from us.

So, tonight I will go to sleep thinking of the gift given to me by the 2,974 lives lost because, while I did not know a single one of them, they have greatly impacted my life by helping me realize who I want to be, and what I can do for them, and for our country. And because of that realization, those 2,974 lives have impacted my children proving, that while lives were lost, their spirits are living on.