Yes!! We received a box with more Dex's!! I spoke with another person, and she was going to extend our current year one more month!! I was so happy when I saw that white box with orange letters!! Thank you Providence...at least for now.
What does this mean?? We can sleep so much better at night. We already were saved by Dex once tonight...he was low, only an hour after we put him to bed. So instead of waiting until close to 3am to check him...we were able to respond to the nice little alarm and give him a juice box and curb that low...MUCH EARLIER THAN IF WE HADNT HAD DEX!
Ahhh. Sleep. How I love sleep.
ZZZzzzzZzzzzzZzzzzzzzzzz.......
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Who makes these decisions anyway??
When I get anxious, I sometimes get a little...frantic. A little mind you. (DO NOT ask my husband his opinion of this).
Today was one of those days.
I called the middle man, aka Providence Home Services Diabetic Supplies, to request more Dex sensors to be ordered. (aka, my sons CGM...continuous glucose monitor). Today is Nov 11th. After verifying I am his mother, and our address where I would like our supplies send to, the woman on the line tells me we do not have a current authorization. It expired on Nov 5th. WHAT??
Apparently we have to "re-apply" for Dex annually. Which is also weird b/c our 1 yr date is Dec 23rd. When I asked about that, I was told, well, it was probably the time when it was approved to when you got it. I politely corrected her....they sent it to us the MINUTE we were approved. We were waiting for our approval.
Why the frantic frenzy anxiousness?? We had to fight for our insurance to cover Dex. We had to appeal. They told us we didnt need it. We didnt need a device that could tell us an estimate of what our sons blood sugar was at any given time. Our son who at the time was 2.5 yrs old. Who could not, and still cannot tell us when he feels low (or high, but the concern was with the lows). Really?? Really people. I remember the frusturation at that time, I remember wanting to go sit outside of the board of directors who denied our request and have Jack with me. Have them see that he shows NO signs of being low, that he cannot communicate it.
Well, it was authorized, and we have LOVED it. Technology is amazing. I know ppl live without Dex, or any CGM, but it is so helpful. We can see when he is going up, going down, dropping like a rocket...and seeing this helps us manage his disease (gawd I hate that word!!) It allows us to NOT poke his finger 12 times a day. Dex is usually spot on. It is reliable. If hes starting to crash, we can catch it before it happens (not always) and supplement with a carb snack or juice. If hes wanting a snack, we can look at Dex and see where his blood sugar is to gauge what kind of snack he can have...low carb (like proteins/ SF jello/ or his current fav: almonds & olives), or if he can have a snack with a light carb load.
The anxiety is because I fear they are going to tell us no again.
I have NO idea how this process works. I sure wish I did. Am I anxious for nothing??
I love Dex. Love it. I think ANYONE with diabetes should wear one. They would be amazed at what their sugars actually do.
Research has shown that you have much better control with a CGM. Who decides this?? Who are these "board members" that review our case. Do they have diabetes? Do they know what it is like to have a child with diabetes?? More importantly, do they sleep? Because without Dex, it is middle of the night checks. With Dex, there is a "low" alarm that occasionally goes off and alerts us to get up. Its not nightly, like it is without it. Do they sleep??
So for now, I will sit eagerly/anxiously/impatiently awaiting their decision...and try to sleep.
Today was one of those days.
I called the middle man, aka Providence Home Services Diabetic Supplies, to request more Dex sensors to be ordered. (aka, my sons CGM...continuous glucose monitor). Today is Nov 11th. After verifying I am his mother, and our address where I would like our supplies send to, the woman on the line tells me we do not have a current authorization. It expired on Nov 5th. WHAT??
Apparently we have to "re-apply" for Dex annually. Which is also weird b/c our 1 yr date is Dec 23rd. When I asked about that, I was told, well, it was probably the time when it was approved to when you got it. I politely corrected her....they sent it to us the MINUTE we were approved. We were waiting for our approval.
Why the frantic frenzy anxiousness?? We had to fight for our insurance to cover Dex. We had to appeal. They told us we didnt need it. We didnt need a device that could tell us an estimate of what our sons blood sugar was at any given time. Our son who at the time was 2.5 yrs old. Who could not, and still cannot tell us when he feels low (or high, but the concern was with the lows). Really?? Really people. I remember the frusturation at that time, I remember wanting to go sit outside of the board of directors who denied our request and have Jack with me. Have them see that he shows NO signs of being low, that he cannot communicate it.
Well, it was authorized, and we have LOVED it. Technology is amazing. I know ppl live without Dex, or any CGM, but it is so helpful. We can see when he is going up, going down, dropping like a rocket...and seeing this helps us manage his disease (gawd I hate that word!!) It allows us to NOT poke his finger 12 times a day. Dex is usually spot on. It is reliable. If hes starting to crash, we can catch it before it happens (not always) and supplement with a carb snack or juice. If hes wanting a snack, we can look at Dex and see where his blood sugar is to gauge what kind of snack he can have...low carb (like proteins/ SF jello/ or his current fav: almonds & olives), or if he can have a snack with a light carb load.
The anxiety is because I fear they are going to tell us no again.
I have NO idea how this process works. I sure wish I did. Am I anxious for nothing??
I love Dex. Love it. I think ANYONE with diabetes should wear one. They would be amazed at what their sugars actually do.
Research has shown that you have much better control with a CGM. Who decides this?? Who are these "board members" that review our case. Do they have diabetes? Do they know what it is like to have a child with diabetes?? More importantly, do they sleep? Because without Dex, it is middle of the night checks. With Dex, there is a "low" alarm that occasionally goes off and alerts us to get up. Its not nightly, like it is without it. Do they sleep??
So for now, I will sit eagerly/anxiously/impatiently awaiting their decision...and try to sleep.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
The meaning of FAT
Fat.
As Webster says, "Well filled out"
As Urbandictionary says,
1. According to Hollywood, What you are if you are a female weighing over 100 lbs.
2. The condition of weighing more than the medically prescribed average for a specific height and age range.
3."Fat" is a term that is being used more and more often now days. This word is being thrown around lightly. Fat, or Obese, means to be over sized, or enlarged. Hollywood portrays that any woman over 100 pounds is "fat". Genetics, Stress levels, Work habits, etc can effect a persons weight. Not all "Fat" people can help how big they are. Sure they can increase exercize habits, and eat healthier, but that does not always mean they will get thin."
Well, Ammie (grandma) usually goes to the gym and we always say, "Shes going so she dosent get fat." Or after dinner, we will feel bellies and say, "Oh, my belly is so fat"
Jack started patting Sophias belly saying, "Oh Soph, youve got a fat belly!"
It occurred to me yesterday that we need to NIX this word from our sons mouth! Just a week ago we were out to dinner at a sushi joint and Jack kept pointing to people saying "he's fat. He's fat daddy" Ok, so thats just a kid. Kids do that right??
Well, last night Jack and I went outside after dinner and he said he was going to run a little. His exact words were "Oh, my belly is fat. I need to run because Im fat." He says this JUST as a neighbor is walking her dog past us. And I think, GREAT! She now thinks I tell my son he has to run b/c he is fat!! Is that reportable?? Next thing I'll know I'll have social services knocking on my door!!
Fat. No more going to run/to the gym b/c of being fat. As of today the terminology has changed to: Im going for a run so I can stay healty and get strong!!
Lets see if this catches on, or if everyone that works out is doing it because they are FAT!!
As Webster says, "Well filled out"
As Urbandictionary says,
1. According to Hollywood, What you are if you are a female weighing over 100 lbs.
2. The condition of weighing more than the medically prescribed average for a specific height and age range.
3."Fat" is a term that is being used more and more often now days. This word is being thrown around lightly. Fat, or Obese, means to be over sized, or enlarged. Hollywood portrays that any woman over 100 pounds is "fat". Genetics, Stress levels, Work habits, etc can effect a persons weight. Not all "Fat" people can help how big they are. Sure they can increase exercize habits, and eat healthier, but that does not always mean they will get thin."
Well, Ammie (grandma) usually goes to the gym and we always say, "Shes going so she dosent get fat." Or after dinner, we will feel bellies and say, "Oh, my belly is so fat"
Jack started patting Sophias belly saying, "Oh Soph, youve got a fat belly!"
It occurred to me yesterday that we need to NIX this word from our sons mouth! Just a week ago we were out to dinner at a sushi joint and Jack kept pointing to people saying "he's fat. He's fat daddy" Ok, so thats just a kid. Kids do that right??
Well, last night Jack and I went outside after dinner and he said he was going to run a little. His exact words were "Oh, my belly is fat. I need to run because Im fat." He says this JUST as a neighbor is walking her dog past us. And I think, GREAT! She now thinks I tell my son he has to run b/c he is fat!! Is that reportable?? Next thing I'll know I'll have social services knocking on my door!!
Fat. No more going to run/to the gym b/c of being fat. As of today the terminology has changed to: Im going for a run so I can stay healty and get strong!!
Lets see if this catches on, or if everyone that works out is doing it because they are FAT!!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Im gonna get you WIND!
Today, we were walking to the market. Soph was in the burley, but Jack was INSISTENT on walking. Ok, walking is good for the kid...give him a little exercise. What I didnt anticipate was how long it was going to take to get to the store! It was a little windy out. Jack took off his cute, perfectly knit hat that my mom made for him and started beating a bush with it saying, "Ahh! Go away wind! I got you wind! I got you!" I was laughing to myself at this interaction he was having with a bush. We were strolling along and I kid you not, we strolled only 5 feet until he came upon some of that wispy tall grass people plant in flower beds. The same thing happened. He started swatting the weeds with his hat yelling at it. So then, instead of discouraging my son from looking like a schitzophrenic, I encouraged it. Hell, that was one way to get us moving! So I yelled to him, "Look! Look up there (the end of the street)! There is some more wind in that tree!" He was looking so hard, and finally he yells, "Wind!! Im gonna get you wind!" And he took off running to the end of the street to again swat at the tree. I was rolling at this point. But I admit, I kept pointing out the "wind" so he would move onto the next spot, which eventually got us to the store.
It was WAY funnier in person. I assure you.
It was WAY funnier in person. I assure you.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
In Remberence
Anyone ever truly believe spirits say goodbye when they leave? I used to wonder, used to question it until a specific evening 10 years ago today.
My uncle left this world and went on to somewhere better. But as he was leaving, he stopped to say goodbye. To this day, I can look back and remember where I was and what happened like it was yesterday.
I was at work, working a 16 hour shift (night) in an Adult Foster Care Home in Fowlerville, MI. I had gotten everyone tucked into bed, was getting ready to fold the last of the laundry watching an old classic on AMC - something with Tom Cruise. I had just put the sheets on the couch I would be sleeping on and was sitting down when I felt a breeze. It wasnt just a breeze. The doors were all closed. It was January in Michigan, the windows were not even open a crack. The breeze came across my feet first and wrapped around me, almost in a spiriling swoop, and then the curtain shifted. And then it was gone. It was a breeze that made me stop what I was doing for a second. And then moments later, my cell phone rang. It was my dad telling me the news. From that moment on, I never doubtd when someone would say they could/can feel a presence.
Ten years ago today. He left behind a family, who he would be so proud of now. His daughters are both beautiful and both with degrees in social services. He would NOT be dissapointed.
So here is to you Dave, Pops, Husband, Brother, Uncle. We are all thinking of you today and I think there are many who are having a toast of either Dewers or Jameson in your name. We love you.
My uncle left this world and went on to somewhere better. But as he was leaving, he stopped to say goodbye. To this day, I can look back and remember where I was and what happened like it was yesterday.
I was at work, working a 16 hour shift (night) in an Adult Foster Care Home in Fowlerville, MI. I had gotten everyone tucked into bed, was getting ready to fold the last of the laundry watching an old classic on AMC - something with Tom Cruise. I had just put the sheets on the couch I would be sleeping on and was sitting down when I felt a breeze. It wasnt just a breeze. The doors were all closed. It was January in Michigan, the windows were not even open a crack. The breeze came across my feet first and wrapped around me, almost in a spiriling swoop, and then the curtain shifted. And then it was gone. It was a breeze that made me stop what I was doing for a second. And then moments later, my cell phone rang. It was my dad telling me the news. From that moment on, I never doubtd when someone would say they could/can feel a presence.
Ten years ago today. He left behind a family, who he would be so proud of now. His daughters are both beautiful and both with degrees in social services. He would NOT be dissapointed.
So here is to you Dave, Pops, Husband, Brother, Uncle. We are all thinking of you today and I think there are many who are having a toast of either Dewers or Jameson in your name. We love you.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Another Year
Wow. Another year has come and almost gone. So many things I have NOT kept caught up on...so I will attempt to give a short version.
Its Soph's first Christmas. Her very first one! And I feel like it was just ok. Why?? Partly b/c I barley took any pictures. The poor kid isnt going to have a memory of it except what her parents caught on film, er...digital file, and we barley have any.
She's getting too damn big. She will be 9 months in 2 days. What a big girl! Im trying to savor every moment we get to cuddle...which is ONLY when she is nursing. Its slipping away way too fast! Its hard too b/c she only nurses before naps and at bedtime, which can be pretty crazy. Sometimes I'm just hoping she will hurry it up b/c I have to get back out to Jack, or we are right in the middle of something, and the other times its in the middle of the night (YES, STILL), which Im tired and really dont want to get up for anyways. But I do. Iv'e only got 3 more months of this bonding experience with her....I wish I had more time to focus on it, and less distractions. Maybe tomorrow....and the next day, and the next....and so it goes.
Many of you dont know, but we were trying to get a CGM (continuous glucose monitor) for Jack. Its a super small device (about the size of a 9v battery) that is poked into his belly and can be there for 7 days. It would mean we could see much sooner if he was trending high, we could catch the lows before they got too low, AND it would mean less finger pokes. WAY LESS. We sent a claim to our insurance co. in October....they denied it. So we appealed it and Merry Christmas! We found out they are going to approve it! The device should be here on the 28th!! We are stoked about this.
What else?? I dont know...Life.
Stay tuned....I'm trying to update more frequently than the last couple months!
Its Soph's first Christmas. Her very first one! And I feel like it was just ok. Why?? Partly b/c I barley took any pictures. The poor kid isnt going to have a memory of it except what her parents caught on film, er...digital file, and we barley have any.
She's getting too damn big. She will be 9 months in 2 days. What a big girl! Im trying to savor every moment we get to cuddle...which is ONLY when she is nursing. Its slipping away way too fast! Its hard too b/c she only nurses before naps and at bedtime, which can be pretty crazy. Sometimes I'm just hoping she will hurry it up b/c I have to get back out to Jack, or we are right in the middle of something, and the other times its in the middle of the night (YES, STILL), which Im tired and really dont want to get up for anyways. But I do. Iv'e only got 3 more months of this bonding experience with her....I wish I had more time to focus on it, and less distractions. Maybe tomorrow....and the next day, and the next....and so it goes.
Many of you dont know, but we were trying to get a CGM (continuous glucose monitor) for Jack. Its a super small device (about the size of a 9v battery) that is poked into his belly and can be there for 7 days. It would mean we could see much sooner if he was trending high, we could catch the lows before they got too low, AND it would mean less finger pokes. WAY LESS. We sent a claim to our insurance co. in October....they denied it. So we appealed it and Merry Christmas! We found out they are going to approve it! The device should be here on the 28th!! We are stoked about this.
What else?? I dont know...Life.
Stay tuned....I'm trying to update more frequently than the last couple months!
Monday, December 14, 2009
The Wait...
Wow. Nothing since August?? I must have fallen off the face of the earth! Or decided to sell our house, pack everything up, put an offer on a "short sale house" (HAHAHA if anyone is familiar with the term "short" sale), move into my in-laws house while we house hunt/wait for our dream house, have no idea where any of my stuff is b/c its in boxes somewhere at the storage unit. Yep...it was the latter.
So yes. We did decide to put our cute lil house out there on the market. We were worried about getting any offers. Well, that was just silly. One would think in the current real estate market that houses would sit for a while. Well, not ours. Nope. That was not the case.
We sporadically decided at the end of September that we would put our house on the market in a month (end of October). We were super busy with life and needed that time. I think part of it was to mentally prepare for a move. What prompted this sudden decision?? A house we saw. It is our dream house. It is a house that has a yard for the kids. It has 4 bedrooms (you know, just in case we decide to have one more). It has a cute neighborhood. It has space - 3000 sq ft of space!! It has 2 garages. It is perfect. We put our offer in at the same time we put ours on the market, in October. Alas, the problem. It is a "short sale."
Once we got our house ready to invite complete strangers to come over, walk through our house looking at our personal effects and allowing them to analyze our life from the furnishings and decorations of our taste, we had a quick ride. I was out of town with the 2 kids for a wedding and the house just exploded! Exploded with interest! I was getting call after call while I was in Chicago. To our amazement, we had a full price offer before I even left Chicago! I was having documents faxed to me and faxing them back. It was crazy.
I get back to PDX and suddenly we have to start packing. But WAIT!! It was only on the market for a few days. It wasnt suppose to go that quickly! We ended up being out of the house just before Thanksgiving. Where to?? Well...this family of four is shackin up with the in-laws! For how long?? Well, either until we get a YES from the bank (not our bank) or find a different house.
Ok...so about short sales. For those who dont know, the bank has to eat a portion of money on the loan. Basically its one step above having a foreclosed house. Once an offer is made, it sits on some pencil-pusher desk in a stack that obviously has no importance. Eventually, they go through the stack and decide if they can take that much of a loss...basically, they decide if they could get more for forclosing the house and having it go to auction.
Our recent hurdle? We were in a bidding war over this house. Why?? Because it is worth it. The good news?? The other people just recently pulled out. The bad news?? We could have sat at our original offer.
So, we are still waiting. Patiently waiting. Waiting....
So yes. We did decide to put our cute lil house out there on the market. We were worried about getting any offers. Well, that was just silly. One would think in the current real estate market that houses would sit for a while. Well, not ours. Nope. That was not the case.
We sporadically decided at the end of September that we would put our house on the market in a month (end of October). We were super busy with life and needed that time. I think part of it was to mentally prepare for a move. What prompted this sudden decision?? A house we saw. It is our dream house. It is a house that has a yard for the kids. It has 4 bedrooms (you know, just in case we decide to have one more). It has a cute neighborhood. It has space - 3000 sq ft of space!! It has 2 garages. It is perfect. We put our offer in at the same time we put ours on the market, in October. Alas, the problem. It is a "short sale."
Once we got our house ready to invite complete strangers to come over, walk through our house looking at our personal effects and allowing them to analyze our life from the furnishings and decorations of our taste, we had a quick ride. I was out of town with the 2 kids for a wedding and the house just exploded! Exploded with interest! I was getting call after call while I was in Chicago. To our amazement, we had a full price offer before I even left Chicago! I was having documents faxed to me and faxing them back. It was crazy.
I get back to PDX and suddenly we have to start packing. But WAIT!! It was only on the market for a few days. It wasnt suppose to go that quickly! We ended up being out of the house just before Thanksgiving. Where to?? Well...this family of four is shackin up with the in-laws! For how long?? Well, either until we get a YES from the bank (not our bank) or find a different house.
Ok...so about short sales. For those who dont know, the bank has to eat a portion of money on the loan. Basically its one step above having a foreclosed house. Once an offer is made, it sits on some pencil-pusher desk in a stack that obviously has no importance. Eventually, they go through the stack and decide if they can take that much of a loss...basically, they decide if they could get more for forclosing the house and having it go to auction.
Our recent hurdle? We were in a bidding war over this house. Why?? Because it is worth it. The good news?? The other people just recently pulled out. The bad news?? We could have sat at our original offer.
So, we are still waiting. Patiently waiting. Waiting....
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
See Attle
Well, last week we took a trip up to Seattle for the day. It was a ton of fun, just wish we were there longer; but it was sandwiched in between work days for me.
We told Jack about going to Seattle the night before and he got all excited about going to "Seattle." He kept saying, "Were going to Seattle tomorrow??!!" So cute because he was so excited about it. Well, the next morning, the kid does NOT forget anything. "Were going to Seattle?!" Wow. Impressive. Like I said, he doesnt forget a thing. So we are driving and he continues to chant that phrase, and suddenly we realize that he does not think we are going to Seattle....he thinks we are going to SEE Attle! So we start telling him that were going to the city of Seattle...too late. The damage was already done. He was insistent that we see "Attle." I was meeting a friend there so we totally had to tell Jack that she was "Attle" and that was who we were going to see.
It was so cute. We tried and tried, but those new station hey everything.
We told Jack about going to Seattle the night before and he got all excited about going to "Seattle." He kept saying, "Were going to Seattle tomorrow??!!" So cute because he was so excited about it. Well, the next morning, the kid does NOT forget anything. "Were going to Seattle?!" Wow. Impressive. Like I said, he doesnt forget a thing. So we are driving and he continues to chant that phrase, and suddenly we realize that he does not think we are going to Seattle....he thinks we are going to SEE Attle! So we start telling him that were going to the city of Seattle...too late. The damage was already done. He was insistent that we see "Attle." I was meeting a friend there so we totally had to tell Jack that she was "Attle" and that was who we were going to see.
It was so cute. We tried and tried, but those new station hey everything.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
The Original Budda Day
We were SUPER excited! For our honey moon we backpacked through SE Asia. We did the loop: Thialand, Laos, Vietnam & Cambodia. But we started in Bangkock. A whirl of new faces, new scents, new visions. Everything was so new. And we were...tourists. We hit the main strip on KoSan Road where we found a cheap place to stay. I kid you not, it was like the room Leonardo DeCaprio stayed in on the movie The Beach. Dingy, dirty, noisy, stains on the wall, no sheets on the bed and stains on the bed. We didnt sleep well that night, but it was late when we got in and I think this was the only place we could find a room.
The next day was our first real day there and we were so thrilled! We only had about a total of 3 hours sleep in the past two days with travel time and a NEW time zone chane...but we were ready to explore this forign land. Some nice local saw us walking and informed us it was a special government holiday, Budda Day, and the TukTuks were cheaper on this day, but only the green ones, b/c the green ones were government owned. He asked if we had seen much so far and was telling us a couple places we had to check out. "WOW, the people here are so nice!" we were thinking. So what did we do?? Flag down the next green TukTuk we saw! We were off on our adventure to see temples. It was amazing...everywhere our driver took us, it was like the people knew we were coming. They would make a comment about the holiday and told us it was good luck to donate to the temple we were in on Budda Day. At the time we had no idea...but we were taken to a few really cool, known temples, and a lot of little ones. It was only at the little ones, where most of the tourists WERNT that they knew we were coming....and they all told us one more new place we needed to check out, like a special store, b/c it was Budda Day and there were "special price"...so we did. First we wound up at some secluded gem shop where they really wanted us to buy something. When we said we were waiting till the end of our trip, when we were back in Bangkock, they told us we could have "Sale price only today, on Budda Day." Then it was off to another temple where they too referred us to a shop with "special prices for the holiday" then to a market with a travel agent, trying to get us to buy a package for while we were there...we didnt do this either b/c we just wanted to be uncommitted and be able to go from one place to the next...lucky us that this is what we WANTED to do...how we wanted to experience this trip. Then off to a few more temples, then to a suite shop. Now, Craig DID want a tailor-made suite, but again, the plan was to do this when we got back to Bangkock before we left back to The States...but they had us, "Special price today only for Budda Day." They had Craig standing on a platform measuring length, height, shoulder width, wiast, etc. He was getting spun around and whirled from one side to the other while they took all his measurements. It was exciting, and fun to be cauht up in this tailor made suite thing. We walked out with a recipt for a suite that would be ready to pick up when we got back. Now off to another temple...and this time, we started to realize things were a little strange...the people at the next temple knew things about us they shouldnt....we just bought a suite, it was our first day in Bangkock, we just got married...things like that. Wierd...then we were off to another place and we heard the TukTuk driver talking to someone, we decided it was a heads up to the next place. By now, we were tired, hungry and done with this. We just wanted to go back to Khaosan Road, get a bite to eat, a drink to sip and enjoy the day/eve. Our TukTuk driver wouldnt take us back. He insisted we had to make one more stop to another store. We eneded up going to the last place, a jewrly store, but quickly decided we were done. They kept saying, "Oh, Look, so pretty!" UGH! We were HAD! Damn Budda Day! So from then on, we referred to Craigs suit as his Budda Day Suit. It is a nice suit, and still fits...
The next day was our first real day there and we were so thrilled! We only had about a total of 3 hours sleep in the past two days with travel time and a NEW time zone chane...but we were ready to explore this forign land. Some nice local saw us walking and informed us it was a special government holiday, Budda Day, and the TukTuks were cheaper on this day, but only the green ones, b/c the green ones were government owned. He asked if we had seen much so far and was telling us a couple places we had to check out. "WOW, the people here are so nice!" we were thinking. So what did we do?? Flag down the next green TukTuk we saw! We were off on our adventure to see temples. It was amazing...everywhere our driver took us, it was like the people knew we were coming. They would make a comment about the holiday and told us it was good luck to donate to the temple we were in on Budda Day. At the time we had no idea...but we were taken to a few really cool, known temples, and a lot of little ones. It was only at the little ones, where most of the tourists WERNT that they knew we were coming....and they all told us one more new place we needed to check out, like a special store, b/c it was Budda Day and there were "special price"...so we did. First we wound up at some secluded gem shop where they really wanted us to buy something. When we said we were waiting till the end of our trip, when we were back in Bangkock, they told us we could have "Sale price only today, on Budda Day." Then it was off to another temple where they too referred us to a shop with "special prices for the holiday" then to a market with a travel agent, trying to get us to buy a package for while we were there...we didnt do this either b/c we just wanted to be uncommitted and be able to go from one place to the next...lucky us that this is what we WANTED to do...how we wanted to experience this trip. Then off to a few more temples, then to a suite shop. Now, Craig DID want a tailor-made suite, but again, the plan was to do this when we got back to Bangkock before we left back to The States...but they had us, "Special price today only for Budda Day." They had Craig standing on a platform measuring length, height, shoulder width, wiast, etc. He was getting spun around and whirled from one side to the other while they took all his measurements. It was exciting, and fun to be cauht up in this tailor made suite thing. We walked out with a recipt for a suite that would be ready to pick up when we got back. Now off to another temple...and this time, we started to realize things were a little strange...the people at the next temple knew things about us they shouldnt....we just bought a suite, it was our first day in Bangkock, we just got married...things like that. Wierd...then we were off to another place and we heard the TukTuk driver talking to someone, we decided it was a heads up to the next place. By now, we were tired, hungry and done with this. We just wanted to go back to Khaosan Road, get a bite to eat, a drink to sip and enjoy the day/eve. Our TukTuk driver wouldnt take us back. He insisted we had to make one more stop to another store. We eneded up going to the last place, a jewrly store, but quickly decided we were done. They kept saying, "Oh, Look, so pretty!" UGH! We were HAD! Damn Budda Day! So from then on, we referred to Craigs suit as his Budda Day Suit. It is a nice suit, and still fits...
My Personal Budda Day
Well, we are quickly approaching record breaking days. The kind of days you would expect in Arizona or Texas. The kind of days you NEED relief from the heat. The kind of days you could literally crack an egg on the pavement and watch it cook. I think its going on one week of Hattie's hot.
So, every year we toy with getting a window A/C unit...and every year decide we can tough out those few days and camp out in the basement. Yesterday, I went to get Jack from his nap and he was SOAKED. I mean, if you didnt know he was sleeping, youd think the kid just returned from running in the sprinklers! And night...UGH. The fans just blow warm air around.
Today was the day. We decided yesterday that I would go down to the hardware store and pick up an A/C unit. So did everyone else in a 50 mile radius of Portland....and they ALL went to the same place! (According to the owner of the store, everyone else was out and was referring them to his store). My expectation was to run in, grab my A/C unit, run out, get home, get it set up before Jacks nap and WALA...COOL BEDROOMS! This was SO NOT THE CASE.
Luckily, "Ammy" wanted to see Jack so I dropped him off with the diaper bag...I mean, Soph and I were going to be 45 min tops. I park in a "30 min only parking" space right in front of the store. I walk inside and BAM....there are people in one big line zig-zagging through the store. Its a typical hardware store...small isles, old store, poor A/C and a fan blowing. As I entered, some lady tells me "good luck." Im like...luck?? What?? She tells me she was in line for 2 hours.
Sure enough, we waited a good 2.5 hours. 2.5 hours with loads of people. Sweaty people. People who, like me were in dire need of an A/C unit. Men, women, children; we were all sandwiched in this hardware store with no where to go but forward. Mind you, I left the entire diaper bag with Jack at ammys house, and Ive got Sophia with me. The good part about breastfeeding is that the supply is always with you. I had the supply, but I left my Hooter Hider in the diaper bag. I mean, like I said, this was only going to be 45 minutes tops! Luckily I had a FLANNEL burp cloth in the truck. I made this work....I had to. Im standing up, sweating myself, trying to cover myself with this burp cloth, holding Sophia while she eats. All I hear is the sucking sound, with a little choke here and there from too much milk all at once. Im wondering what the other people are thinking, and VERY thankful that Portland is so liberal minded with nursing in public.
After about an hour of waiting, the store owner loudly announces he just sold the last 2 units. BUT, if you wish, you can stay in line and pre-order one for tomorrows shipment in order to guarantee you will get one. So, I do this. Soph has to eat again, the nice woman in front of me helps move the car seat each time we move up in line. Did I mention how hot it was in the store?? Even though there was a fan & an A/C on...do you know how much heat people generate just standing??
Well, I finally got to the front of the line and....SHIT! I have NO IDEA WHAT I NEED. My plan was the cheapest window unit (b/c I dont like the thought of spending money on this, even though it will make things pleasant at home.) He asks what Im needing to cool, and I tell him 2 bedrooms. I was then made to believe I needed a 10,000 btu window unit to cool a space that large. Then, somehow I was convinced I needed to buy the "portable floor model A/C" b/c it was only $100 more than the window unit I was already talked into upgrading to. OK..sold. What the hell happened?? I planned on spending a small penny... Now, as Craig says...I had a BUDDA DAY! And also as he said...it better make it cold enough so he can wear his budda suite (another blog) comfortably.
After this...I was exhausted and informed him we were "dining out" (as Jack likes to say) for the sole reason that I NEEDED to sit in the A/C for a few hours.
So, every year we toy with getting a window A/C unit...and every year decide we can tough out those few days and camp out in the basement. Yesterday, I went to get Jack from his nap and he was SOAKED. I mean, if you didnt know he was sleeping, youd think the kid just returned from running in the sprinklers! And night...UGH. The fans just blow warm air around.
Today was the day. We decided yesterday that I would go down to the hardware store and pick up an A/C unit. So did everyone else in a 50 mile radius of Portland....and they ALL went to the same place! (According to the owner of the store, everyone else was out and was referring them to his store). My expectation was to run in, grab my A/C unit, run out, get home, get it set up before Jacks nap and WALA...COOL BEDROOMS! This was SO NOT THE CASE.
Luckily, "Ammy" wanted to see Jack so I dropped him off with the diaper bag...I mean, Soph and I were going to be 45 min tops. I park in a "30 min only parking" space right in front of the store. I walk inside and BAM....there are people in one big line zig-zagging through the store. Its a typical hardware store...small isles, old store, poor A/C and a fan blowing. As I entered, some lady tells me "good luck." Im like...luck?? What?? She tells me she was in line for 2 hours.
Sure enough, we waited a good 2.5 hours. 2.5 hours with loads of people. Sweaty people. People who, like me were in dire need of an A/C unit. Men, women, children; we were all sandwiched in this hardware store with no where to go but forward. Mind you, I left the entire diaper bag with Jack at ammys house, and Ive got Sophia with me. The good part about breastfeeding is that the supply is always with you. I had the supply, but I left my Hooter Hider in the diaper bag. I mean, like I said, this was only going to be 45 minutes tops! Luckily I had a FLANNEL burp cloth in the truck. I made this work....I had to. Im standing up, sweating myself, trying to cover myself with this burp cloth, holding Sophia while she eats. All I hear is the sucking sound, with a little choke here and there from too much milk all at once. Im wondering what the other people are thinking, and VERY thankful that Portland is so liberal minded with nursing in public.
After about an hour of waiting, the store owner loudly announces he just sold the last 2 units. BUT, if you wish, you can stay in line and pre-order one for tomorrows shipment in order to guarantee you will get one. So, I do this. Soph has to eat again, the nice woman in front of me helps move the car seat each time we move up in line. Did I mention how hot it was in the store?? Even though there was a fan & an A/C on...do you know how much heat people generate just standing??
Well, I finally got to the front of the line and....SHIT! I have NO IDEA WHAT I NEED. My plan was the cheapest window unit (b/c I dont like the thought of spending money on this, even though it will make things pleasant at home.) He asks what Im needing to cool, and I tell him 2 bedrooms. I was then made to believe I needed a 10,000 btu window unit to cool a space that large. Then, somehow I was convinced I needed to buy the "portable floor model A/C" b/c it was only $100 more than the window unit I was already talked into upgrading to. OK..sold. What the hell happened?? I planned on spending a small penny... Now, as Craig says...I had a BUDDA DAY! And also as he said...it better make it cold enough so he can wear his budda suite (another blog) comfortably.
After this...I was exhausted and informed him we were "dining out" (as Jack likes to say) for the sole reason that I NEEDED to sit in the A/C for a few hours.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Car Wash
OMG. Last weekend we were driving around and the car needed a wash. It was all four of us in the white Corolla which now had a gray sheen to it. Knowing this, we delibertaly drove past our house to one of those drive through car washes....it would be who knows how long till we could wash the car, and we thought Jack would get a kick out of it!! Weve got Jack all pumped up and excited about going through the car wash. Im thinking, sweet...entertainment and a clean car...Ill have to do this again!
Well, as soon as Jack saw the first things that beat on the car, he was a little unsure of what to think. Then as they swished on his window, he wasnt totally digging it. He was leaning in towards the middle. Then when the next round of scrubbers came, he LOST it. It was hilarious, but so sad! Here he is, strapped in his car seat screaming, a sheer look of terror on his face, and hes reaching toward us crying. The softy that I am, I had no other option but to laugh a little (it was pretty funny), and jump into the small space between the two car seats and try to hold him. Ive got one leg stuck in the front seat still, Jack is holding on to what ever part of me he can grab on to! Poor kid. I guess there wont be any clean cars in my future...at least not with the quick drive through kind!
Well, as soon as Jack saw the first things that beat on the car, he was a little unsure of what to think. Then as they swished on his window, he wasnt totally digging it. He was leaning in towards the middle. Then when the next round of scrubbers came, he LOST it. It was hilarious, but so sad! Here he is, strapped in his car seat screaming, a sheer look of terror on his face, and hes reaching toward us crying. The softy that I am, I had no other option but to laugh a little (it was pretty funny), and jump into the small space between the two car seats and try to hold him. Ive got one leg stuck in the front seat still, Jack is holding on to what ever part of me he can grab on to! Poor kid. I guess there wont be any clean cars in my future...at least not with the quick drive through kind!
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Jack's first race
He did it!! Jack has now competed in his first running race, a 60 meter dash. At 28 months of age, we have a new star athlete!!
It was too cute. Jack's endocrinologist actually told me about this event put on by Foot Traffic and basically you register anyone (even adults - they have a bunch of different events), they get a tag for their age group and they line up the kids in (his age group) 0-3. The girls went first, then the boys. I thought he missed his spot b/c I didnt notice it was all girls. I only noticed they were all small and in the next group, Jacks group, he looked like the smallest. Never mind that he is only in the 7th percentile for height!
Craig ran behind him/with him and said the whole time Jack was running and screaming, "Ahhhhh...The people are coming!!" (There were older kids lined up behind him). The look on his face, oh, he was having a blast. It didnt matter that he was one of the last to cross the finish line, he still got a cool purple ribbon.
Only bummer is....its almost over, its a 5 week deal. We will defiantly be back next Tuesday and we will keep it in our minds for next summer. It is so fun watching him "run" He moves his arms faster and says, "Im going super fast!" After his "race" we were watching other races and events, he just kept wanting to run some more. It was TOO CUTE! Just we knew about it sooner, but thanks to his doctor, we know about it now!
It was too cute. Jack's endocrinologist actually told me about this event put on by Foot Traffic and basically you register anyone (even adults - they have a bunch of different events), they get a tag for their age group and they line up the kids in (his age group) 0-3. The girls went first, then the boys. I thought he missed his spot b/c I didnt notice it was all girls. I only noticed they were all small and in the next group, Jacks group, he looked like the smallest. Never mind that he is only in the 7th percentile for height!
Only bummer is....its almost over, its a 5 week deal. We will defiantly be back next Tuesday and we will keep it in our minds for next summer. It is so fun watching him "run" He moves his arms faster and says, "Im going super fast!" After his "race" we were watching other races and events, he just kept wanting to run some more. It was TOO CUTE! Just we knew about it sooner, but thanks to his doctor, we know about it now!
Fourth of July
This fourth of July...we had a pretty good time. It's funny how when you have kids of your own, you no longer long for everything to revolve around you...you wish you could...but nope, those days are gone. Its now about revolving around your kids.
It was Sophia's first encounter with fireworks, and she was a trooper. She was tired, would get a little startled, but then things were better when mama decided to give her some milk. (Man, so many things to carry with us...but I will not go anywhere without my Hooter Hider!)
Jack. Well, we were so excited for him. We really felt like this year he was truly going to appreciate and enjoy fireworks. We talked about it all day. We kept telling him, "We have to wait for it to get dark." He would repeat this all day, and even came up with, "When the sun goes night-night." Eventually he started saying, "I need it to be dark." Well, the moment finally came. Instead of fighting the crowds at the waterfront in Portland, we just hung around our neighborhood. Jack is still a little young for sitting in a crowd...well, maybe its that we dont want to sit in a crowd with a 2 yr old and a 3 mo old!! Anyway, we are sitting around getting ready to watch some local fireworks. Jack is totally excited about it sitting in the Burley. BAM, POW, CRACK!!! And poor Jack was terrified!! Craig picked him up, held him close, and Jack said, "I need to go home! I need to go home!" So we started walking home and Jack said, "I need to see the fireworks! I need to see the fireworks!" We went through this charade for a short time and then we were finally able to watch them. We had a blast. The was was we needed to be a "safe" distance from the explosions. Jack dug all the different colors of the fireworks, and the sounds. When we got home, he crashed the minute his head hit the pillow. And as for Soph, she was asleep before we got home (thanks to good ol mamas milk)!
It was Sophia's first encounter with fireworks, and she was a trooper. She was tired, would get a little startled, but then things were better when mama decided to give her some milk. (Man, so many things to carry with us...but I will not go anywhere without my Hooter Hider!)
Jack. Well, we were so excited for him. We really felt like this year he was truly going to appreciate and enjoy fireworks. We talked about it all day. We kept telling him, "We have to wait for it to get dark." He would repeat this all day, and even came up with, "When the sun goes night-night." Eventually he started saying, "I need it to be dark." Well, the moment finally came. Instead of fighting the crowds at the waterfront in Portland, we just hung around our neighborhood. Jack is still a little young for sitting in a crowd...well, maybe its that we dont want to sit in a crowd with a 2 yr old and a 3 mo old!! Anyway, we are sitting around getting ready to watch some local fireworks. Jack is totally excited about it sitting in the Burley. BAM, POW, CRACK!!! And poor Jack was terrified!! Craig picked him up, held him close, and Jack said, "I need to go home! I need to go home!" So we started walking home and Jack said, "I need to see the fireworks! I need to see the fireworks!" We went through this charade for a short time and then we were finally able to watch them. We had a blast. The was was we needed to be a "safe" distance from the explosions. Jack dug all the different colors of the fireworks, and the sounds. When we got home, he crashed the minute his head hit the pillow. And as for Soph, she was asleep before we got home (thanks to good ol mamas milk)!
Monday, June 22, 2009
Discovery
I discovered something yesterday that I have known for a while, but it is always continuously happening right under me that I am able to somewhat ignore it.
Fathers Day: We come home from the cabin and I, knowing that it will end up being ME who cleans the house at some point, decides I would like to do it NOW instead of when Im home with the kiddos all week. Now this is not saying it wont happen again anyways, I guess I just wasnt feeling like doing it all today (Monday).
Craig takes Jack with him for his run. I end up having to put miss Sophia in the Bjorn, but thats OK. Its us girls rocking out to the new Black Eyed Peas Album and cleaning. And I mean cleaning. I swept, mopped, got all the dishes done, wiped the counters with Clorox, vacuumed, put our clothes upstairs from our weekend trip, picked up Jacks toys. Now the house was in good order, I felt like wow, I had finally accomplished somethiing, (I think since Jack wasnt under foot creating a mess two steps behind me). Yes!! They get home, and I do the whole dinner thing, then its my turn to go out for a run. Ahh, a nice evening run. The weather was perfact, I knew I would be comming home to a clean house, priceless.
I walk in the door and shriek: "What happened to my clean house?!!"
* Notice I said MY clean house
There is some kind of green flaky stuff all over the computer room floor, the fouton in the computer room...
Before I even have a chance to ask/say anything more, my husband, who is sitting in the chair at the computer looks at me and says "Ill get it...Jack had a spice jar (not just any spice jar...you know the large size spice container). Well, it had the paper seal on it, so I let him play with it not thinking he would get it open. Well, he did, and Ive got the downstairs blocked off...you'll see why. But I'll get it"
I just cant stand looking at my once. 30 minutes ago, pristine floors with this dried parsley all over. I proceed to go further into the house....ther is more, on the stairs going up, but he must have decided not to go up the stairs b/c there were only 2 steps with parsley. I then follow the trail....into the kitchen and see the downstairs blocked with a baby gate we no longer use. There is the moterload. And I thought it looked like a lot of parsley on the floor/fouton before. These steps were COVERED with the bottle of dried parsley on the landing to go down. It could have been worse. It could have been a Costco size container.
My discovery is that it is Jack. It has always been Jack, but now, I can truely say, Im gone for 30 minutes and you would never even know I had spent all that time cleaning. So, what do I do?? Grab the broom and vacuum. I know he said he would get it...but I wanted it taken care of right then, not in 15 minutes...so I did it.
Fathers Day: We come home from the cabin and I, knowing that it will end up being ME who cleans the house at some point, decides I would like to do it NOW instead of when Im home with the kiddos all week. Now this is not saying it wont happen again anyways, I guess I just wasnt feeling like doing it all today (Monday).
Craig takes Jack with him for his run. I end up having to put miss Sophia in the Bjorn, but thats OK. Its us girls rocking out to the new Black Eyed Peas Album and cleaning. And I mean cleaning. I swept, mopped, got all the dishes done, wiped the counters with Clorox, vacuumed, put our clothes upstairs from our weekend trip, picked up Jacks toys. Now the house was in good order, I felt like wow, I had finally accomplished somethiing, (I think since Jack wasnt under foot creating a mess two steps behind me). Yes!! They get home, and I do the whole dinner thing, then its my turn to go out for a run. Ahh, a nice evening run. The weather was perfact, I knew I would be comming home to a clean house, priceless.
I walk in the door and shriek: "What happened to my clean house?!!"
* Notice I said MY clean house
There is some kind of green flaky stuff all over the computer room floor, the fouton in the computer room...
Before I even have a chance to ask/say anything more, my husband, who is sitting in the chair at the computer looks at me and says "Ill get it...Jack had a spice jar (not just any spice jar...you know the large size spice container). Well, it had the paper seal on it, so I let him play with it not thinking he would get it open. Well, he did, and Ive got the downstairs blocked off...you'll see why. But I'll get it"
I just cant stand looking at my once. 30 minutes ago, pristine floors with this dried parsley all over. I proceed to go further into the house....ther is more, on the stairs going up, but he must have decided not to go up the stairs b/c there were only 2 steps with parsley. I then follow the trail....into the kitchen and see the downstairs blocked with a baby gate we no longer use. There is the moterload. And I thought it looked like a lot of parsley on the floor/fouton before. These steps were COVERED with the bottle of dried parsley on the landing to go down. It could have been worse. It could have been a Costco size container.
My discovery is that it is Jack. It has always been Jack, but now, I can truely say, Im gone for 30 minutes and you would never even know I had spent all that time cleaning. So, what do I do?? Grab the broom and vacuum. I know he said he would get it...but I wanted it taken care of right then, not in 15 minutes...so I did it.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
My back hurts...
My back hurts, my bra's too tight, I swing my hips to the left, to the left, to the left and to the right!!
Anyone remember this from when you were a kid?? I vaguely do, but man, I'm feeling it!! My damn back is KILLIN me from toting around these kiddos! Sophia I get...I mean, shes only 11 weeks old and she needs to be carried around most of the day. Jack however, well, he just needs it. "I need up mama. I need up mama!" And me?? I'm going to be in TROUBLE when they get older if I don't learn how to say no soon. I'm such a softie....especially when it comes to Jack. I don't want him feeling like hes lost any attention since Sophia came around....so I pretty much do what ever he wants. Like I said. Ive got to change so I wont be a doormat later! And Sophie, well, I'll probably be a softie with her too, its just she doesn't need much at the moment. I change her when shes poopy, I feed her when shes hungry, and I carry her around a fair share of the time. Oh, and don't forget all the bending over I do to help the boy out....with toys, trying to ride his bike, picking him up, etc. But now, DAMN!! My back is EFFIN killing me!! So maybe this is why this childhood rhyme is coming back to me!
My back hurts, my bra's too tight, I swing my hips to the left, to the left, to the left and to the right!!
Anyone remember this from when you were a kid?? I vaguely do, but man, I'm feeling it!! My damn back is KILLIN me from toting around these kiddos! Sophia I get...I mean, shes only 11 weeks old and she needs to be carried around most of the day. Jack however, well, he just needs it. "I need up mama. I need up mama!" And me?? I'm going to be in TROUBLE when they get older if I don't learn how to say no soon. I'm such a softie....especially when it comes to Jack. I don't want him feeling like hes lost any attention since Sophia came around....so I pretty much do what ever he wants. Like I said. Ive got to change so I wont be a doormat later! And Sophie, well, I'll probably be a softie with her too, its just she doesn't need much at the moment. I change her when shes poopy, I feed her when shes hungry, and I carry her around a fair share of the time. Oh, and don't forget all the bending over I do to help the boy out....with toys, trying to ride his bike, picking him up, etc. But now, DAMN!! My back is EFFIN killing me!! So maybe this is why this childhood rhyme is coming back to me!
My back hurts, my bra's too tight, I swing my hips to the left, to the left, to the left and to the right!!
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Accident Prone
Am I a bad mom, or is my tot just prone to tumbles and bruises?? I swear my two year old gets him self into more injuries. Today we were on our way to the park and I'm walking right behind him. Hes going down the stairs and I see it in slow motion. I swear it looked like he had both feet in one step. And then he was in a somersault position, and he literally somersaulted down the stairs of our deck! He would have scored a 9.0 if he was competing. His form was perfect. Knees tucked toward chest, chin in, arms out and (I think) around his legs. It happened so fast I couldn't see his face. Here I am, Ive got Sophia in the Bjorn and I (we) race to Jack. Hes bitten his tongue, tears streaming down his face, and letting out that shrill cry which is preceded by that silent cry. Poor kiddo. I immediately picked him up (Sophia was kind enough to scoot over a little and share my chest/arm space). I thought he got away with just a small cut on his tongue and a few abrasions to his hairline. But tonight as I was hosing him off in the tub, hes developed these small welts on both cheeks. I swear, I hate this. I feel like hes always getting banged up somehow. I don't care if he is a boy, his mama doesn't like it.
Monday, June 15, 2009
A Peaceful Moment
Do you ever have a moment just to your self?? Well, I thought I was having one right now. I had fed lil Sophia and she fell asleep in my arms. I ever so carefully laid her on the couch and cozied her up. And WOW she stayed asleep! I then wrangled my 2 yr old and stopped his stalling tactics from going up for a nap....managed to put him down without too much of a fight. YEA! And I came to catch up on my email, FB, blog. (Transitioning!) And I was able to make some french pressed coffee! Now you know that whole dilemma...wow, Ive got two free arms and loads of stuff to do....but hesitant not wanting to wake two sleeping babes. Then it starts. The neighbors. School is out and the damn kids are always playing outside. Cant they stay inside and eat and play video games?? No, they have to be healthy active kids. Did I mention loud?? They are playing baseball with a metal bat, "TING," practically in my backyard and yelling at each other. Either someone ran too far "you missed the ball!", "no I'm not out you didn't get me..you didn't get me!!', or celebration that there is now "2 outs yaAA!" It wouldn't be bad except that I have two sleeping babies!! Make that only one....since I put (transitioning) above. I wanted to kill them, but its only Sophia who is now awake...she just needs to nurse more. But if they wake up Jack...I will be so pissed!! I'll want to make them wish they were playing video games. But you know what?? I cant even say anything, or do anything about it. They are outside on a nice day having fun, the kids that they are. I'm just the crotchety old bitch. KEEP IT DOWN!! And just like that, my two free arms and moment of silence is gone.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
2, 3, 4
Ask Jack how many of something...anything, and he usually responds with 2, 3, 4...or 2, 3, 4, 5. He usually has the end number correct (maybe its just chance), but without fail....he ALWAYS skips the 1. I think he doesnt think the number 1 exists.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Diabetes, what a scare
Update for fam & friends.
First, Jack. Jack has been sick since last Thursday. It started as what I thought was strep (since I had strep), then that evening, I knew it was something else....YUCK. Jacks first encounter with vomit. Not just vomit....the kind that comes out your nose. Now I dont know about you, but I HATE throwing up more than anything....and if it came out my nose....oh, I'd want to die! Luckily for him it was just the one time. Then came the diarrhea. Lots of diarrhea. Every morning it was a race to get him out of his bed and hosed off in the shower, and get his bedding (not such the big deal) and bunny (the big deal) cleaned in time for for his nap. The kid will NOT sleep with out his bunny....and since it looked like it too had diarrhea, it was imperative that the bunny "take a bath." With all this crap going on, Jacks sugars have been SO out of whack! Monday was a BAD day. I could NOT get his blood sugar up. After breakfast he said he needed juice, so I check him...55. Ok, no prob, weve been here before...give the kid some juice. Well, 4 or 5 juices later his blood sugar was finally barely over 100 (YEA!) and the kid was SICK of juice....this also made his diarrhea worse! Again, after lunch as I was putting him down for a nap he tells me he needs juice....I check and sure enough, he was low again. And again it was the same charade. I could NOT get it up. He ended up having no nap b/c we spent 2.5 hours trying to get his blood sugar up. Dinner time he was ok, and before we went to bed, we checked him again....now this one about knocked us over. 36. 36!! 36 is the LOWEST blood sugar we have ever had. Now we not only had to get the kid to drink juice, and lots of it, but we also had to wake him up. He was so cranky and just didnt want to drink. Craig had bought Hershey bar...he wouldnt eat it.....he also bought some sugary gel by Hubba Bubba. He finally took some of it, and liked the fact that it was sour. Oh, and we tried soda...but he said it was, get this, "spicy" must have been the carbonation. We didnt know what to do. Craig was wishing we had IV supplies at home so I could just start an IV on the kid and infuse dextrose in his veins. After 36 and a long slow recovery, we called his doctor. Its been kinda great. Yesterday and today he has only had 1 shot of insulin at meal time (he usually has a shot at every meal) but since hes been dropping so much, the doc had us only give him a tiny amount if he was over 250. I dont know what this GI bug has done to him....we were thinking it would be great if a virus reversed this disease...not a chance, but boy, wouldnt that be nice. Anyways, today he was high...and I have never been so relieved to see a high blood sugar. Whew. And also, Im so proud of Jack. This is what he said this morning as we were watching toons, "I need a juice. I feel funny." Unprompted. This is the first time he has ever put the words I feel funny with how he was feeling. Sure enough, he was a little low...but nothing like the other day. SCARY! But, hes getting over this GI bug and his sugars have been high all day, looks like we will be back to injections tomorrow.
Sophia: she is growing. Not really doing much on her own, you know, eat, sleep, poop, cry demanding milk. But she is starting to really coo. Its so cute. Her most active time is in the evenings. We just cant wait to see what her personality is like.
All in all, we are doing good here.
First, Jack. Jack has been sick since last Thursday. It started as what I thought was strep (since I had strep), then that evening, I knew it was something else....YUCK. Jacks first encounter with vomit. Not just vomit....the kind that comes out your nose. Now I dont know about you, but I HATE throwing up more than anything....and if it came out my nose....oh, I'd want to die! Luckily for him it was just the one time. Then came the diarrhea. Lots of diarrhea. Every morning it was a race to get him out of his bed and hosed off in the shower, and get his bedding (not such the big deal) and bunny (the big deal) cleaned in time for for his nap. The kid will NOT sleep with out his bunny....and since it looked like it too had diarrhea, it was imperative that the bunny "take a bath." With all this crap going on, Jacks sugars have been SO out of whack! Monday was a BAD day. I could NOT get his blood sugar up. After breakfast he said he needed juice, so I check him...55. Ok, no prob, weve been here before...give the kid some juice. Well, 4 or 5 juices later his blood sugar was finally barely over 100 (YEA!) and the kid was SICK of juice....this also made his diarrhea worse! Again, after lunch as I was putting him down for a nap he tells me he needs juice....I check and sure enough, he was low again. And again it was the same charade. I could NOT get it up. He ended up having no nap b/c we spent 2.5 hours trying to get his blood sugar up. Dinner time he was ok, and before we went to bed, we checked him again....now this one about knocked us over. 36. 36!! 36 is the LOWEST blood sugar we have ever had. Now we not only had to get the kid to drink juice, and lots of it, but we also had to wake him up. He was so cranky and just didnt want to drink. Craig had bought Hershey bar...he wouldnt eat it.....he also bought some sugary gel by Hubba Bubba. He finally took some of it, and liked the fact that it was sour. Oh, and we tried soda...but he said it was, get this, "spicy" must have been the carbonation. We didnt know what to do. Craig was wishing we had IV supplies at home so I could just start an IV on the kid and infuse dextrose in his veins. After 36 and a long slow recovery, we called his doctor. Its been kinda great. Yesterday and today he has only had 1 shot of insulin at meal time (he usually has a shot at every meal) but since hes been dropping so much, the doc had us only give him a tiny amount if he was over 250. I dont know what this GI bug has done to him....we were thinking it would be great if a virus reversed this disease...not a chance, but boy, wouldnt that be nice. Anyways, today he was high...and I have never been so relieved to see a high blood sugar. Whew. And also, Im so proud of Jack. This is what he said this morning as we were watching toons, "I need a juice. I feel funny." Unprompted. This is the first time he has ever put the words I feel funny with how he was feeling. Sure enough, he was a little low...but nothing like the other day. SCARY! But, hes getting over this GI bug and his sugars have been high all day, looks like we will be back to injections tomorrow.
Sophia: she is growing. Not really doing much on her own, you know, eat, sleep, poop, cry demanding milk. But she is starting to really coo. Its so cute. Her most active time is in the evenings. We just cant wait to see what her personality is like.
All in all, we are doing good here.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
I dont want a piece of you, I want the whole damn thing!
A couple nights ago I was putting my toddler (27 mo.) to bed....or trying to. From below, this is what my hubby heard.
Jack: Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump!!
Me: Jackson, come here!
Jack: Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump!!
Me: Hey, get over here mister!
Me: Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump!!
Jack: YOU WANNA PIECE OF ME?! with his hands up for a play fight.
Me: Laughter. (As I pick him up and concede.)
How did this start?? Well, thanks to his "amppy" (grandpa). He gets him going in a play fight and they put their fists up to eachother yelling "you wanna piece of me!" Its entertaining, but not near as entertaining when Jack did this unprompted. Kids these days, where do they learn such things!!
Jack: Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump!!
Me: Jackson, come here!
Jack: Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump!!
Me: Hey, get over here mister!
Me: Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump!!
Jack: YOU WANNA PIECE OF ME?! with his hands up for a play fight.
Me: Laughter. (As I pick him up and concede.)
How did this start?? Well, thanks to his "amppy" (grandpa). He gets him going in a play fight and they put their fists up to eachother yelling "you wanna piece of me!" Its entertaining, but not near as entertaining when Jack did this unprompted. Kids these days, where do they learn such things!!
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