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Monday, February 27, 2012

Not Stellar

Our household has been through a lot lately. Not only did Reed go to the hospital for RSV, but Sofia followed him - having us check in through the ER just a day and a half after being released for Reed.

As one can imagine, you do not get great sleep while you're in the hospital. Especially not if you are looking after your very sick, tiny child. Especially not if you have also brought your other child, who is having to sleep in a carseat, and who is eating at totally different times to his/her sibling, meaning that you are feeding tiny people all night long.

I thought that I was a zombie after the adrenaline rush of birth wore off and the reality of breastfeeding twins that don't take bottles set in, but no. I can unequivocally say that I am now a true zombie.

The latest evidence. A.K.A. You Might Be A Zombie If...

1. You turn on your hairdryer and something metal inside breaks loose, causing actual sparks to shoot out of the nozzle of the dryer. However, this is the first hair washing you've managed in 2 days and you actually have time to dry your hair afterwards, so you proceed ahead, rationalizing that if you hold the dryer far enough away, the sparks might not reach your hair. And, if you turn your face at an angle, you might not blind yourself, should that little piece of shrapnel make its way out of your dryer at top speed.

2. Your husband looks at you and says, Um... did you know that you are wearing two necklaces? And you answer honestly, No. And then you cry a little for yourself.

3. Someone asks you, Where is Ana? and you say, In the fridge, and you do not even know why they are looking at you funny.

Stay tuned for more episodes of You Might Be A Zombie If... I am quite sure there are many more to come!!

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Monday, February 20, 2012

Puppy Love

Ana has been telling us about her little preschool crush, Charlie, for some time now. She mentioned that they played "marry" on the playground and that they told each other "I love you."

She also came home sad one day when she asked Charlie to play, but he was with his boy friends and told her to "go away". But, later, he came over and said sorry and that he wanted to play with her, so she said she forgave him "because everyone makes mistakes sometimes. No one is perfect."

Our lady is known for her big imagination, one of the things we love about her, but it doesn't always make for an accurate picture of her world. For example:

Ana, what did you have for snack at school today?

Cupcakes and ice cream and brownies and chocolate. Mmmmm.... sugar!

This ability to bend the truth left us wondering if there was a puppy love thing going on between Ana and Charlie, or if it was just one-sided. To tell the truth, it left us wondering if there even was a Charlie. Thank God for class directories!

It appears that not only does Ana love Charlie, but Charlie loves Ana. And, the boy has style. He professed his love to her with a personal valentine at the Valentine's Day class party. Just about the cutest thing I have ever seen:




Charlie's latest smooth move has even managed to oust Ana's longtime imaginary husband, Nutcracker (From the Nutcracker ballet. Don't ask me why she decided to marry a wooden guy that cracks a mean nut, but she did.)


Mom, why do I love Charlie now and not the Nutcracker?


Ummm... I don't know... maybe because he's human?

Yeah, maybe. Charrrrrrrrllllllllllllllliiiiiieeeeeeeeee. (big smile)

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Tuesday, February 14, 2012

So Grateful

We spent a sleepless two nights in the children's hospital Sunday and Monday. Sweet Reed started having respiratory distress and we rushed him in to be looked at.

A diagnosis of RSV and low blood oxygen levels led to an admission, filled with saline waterboarding of his nose, vomiting, blood draws from veins in his tiny little hand, air in his nose through breathing tubes, and more vitals checks than we can count.

The poor guy was listless and crying non-stop Monday morning so they kept us another night. Crying is not our Reed. I am not exaggerating when I say that he cried more on Monday than he has in his entire life, all four and a half months of it.

The whole experience left me grateful.

Grateful for kind nurses and doctors who specialize in working with scared and vulnerable children.

Grateful for skilled people who know how to draw blood from impossibly tiny veins.

Grateful that my child is recovering instead of continuing to worsen.

Grateful that this will be a blip on our radar screen, instead of how we spend each day with our young son. There are children suffering from cancer that get poked all of the time. Children in bad car accidents that have tubes up their nose longer than Reed's 20 minutes. Children who don't wake up. Who don't get to go home.

These 3 children that we are blessed to care for are true miracles. Even more apparent to me now is what a miracle it is that we normally get to experience them as healthy, happy children.

I am so grateful.

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Monday, February 6, 2012

The Numerical Code of Screaming

I have cracked the numerical code for screaming and crying. Not sure what to do with it...

Here is how the discovery was made:

Press button on the van for hands-free dialing.

Say aloud, Dial by number. 512-992-0564. (Screaming in background from Sofia)

Van says, You would like to call 512-992-0564-0231938215362718372681928374442918273
Press the talk button to dial

Me being me I pressed the button to see who would answer. Sadly it was not Mary Poppins... ;-)

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