1. I'm sad, I'm a little annoyed, I can't wait for our big move.
2. Why do I have love and not patience.
3. How does this marketing thing work,anyway?
4. Every morning, I put brown sugar on my oatmeal.
5. I consider myself lucky because I have a sexy, supportive, loving husband, a smart, beautiful, healthy baby girl and friends and family I love.
6. One day we’ll see Candii again.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to being with family, tomorrow my plans include a funeral and getting measured for my bridesmaids dress and Sunday, I want to grocery shop and relax!
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
She's growing up...
Yesterday was a day of firsts for our little girl. It was another day to recognize that she isn't a baby anymore but a little girl. It's so amazing that she is ours. Yesterday she had her hair done in pigtails for the first time. SO ADORABLE! Only a few tears were shed in the process.
Next, she sat in a booster seat instead of a highchair when we ate at Perkins. Shawn and I came close to shedding a few tears watching her sit like a big girl. And to top it off she ate french fries and chicken strips. No more hauling food around. She loved dipping them in ketchup and honey mustard. Just a warning though; she is a double, triple and quadruple dipper. And not only that, but before she re-dips she's licked off the condiment from her food. We thought she might only have condiments for lunch but managed to eat all of her fries and one strip (she would have had another one but dad polished them off before she had a chance, tsk, tsk).
Next, we headed to the Y and let her play in the ball pit for the first time. She loved it! We had it to ourselves for the first 5 minutes and we could just enjoy the special time. She giggled, she laughed, she disappeared under balls, threw balls, and more. It was so awesome to see her simple joy! Her smiles give us such delight!
With all the fun it seems appropriate that she would wake up at 10pm with the start of a fever and ear infection. It seems as if she is going to get a winter's worth of cold's and illnesses all in a row. She has been sick with something every week since she went into the hospital. It is a little depressing because it means that we've had to curtail all of her interactions with other children and most of her activities. She's been confined to the house, A LOT! The housebound are getting a lot stir crazy. Poor Y, I've rescheduled an appointment there 3 times, it will be 4 if she's not better by Wednesday. Pray for good health for our little Monkey.
Next, she sat in a booster seat instead of a highchair when we ate at Perkins. Shawn and I came close to shedding a few tears watching her sit like a big girl. And to top it off she ate french fries and chicken strips. No more hauling food around. She loved dipping them in ketchup and honey mustard. Just a warning though; she is a double, triple and quadruple dipper. And not only that, but before she re-dips she's licked off the condiment from her food. We thought she might only have condiments for lunch but managed to eat all of her fries and one strip (she would have had another one but dad polished them off before she had a chance, tsk, tsk).
Next, we headed to the Y and let her play in the ball pit for the first time. She loved it! We had it to ourselves for the first 5 minutes and we could just enjoy the special time. She giggled, she laughed, she disappeared under balls, threw balls, and more. It was so awesome to see her simple joy! Her smiles give us such delight!
With all the fun it seems appropriate that she would wake up at 10pm with the start of a fever and ear infection. It seems as if she is going to get a winter's worth of cold's and illnesses all in a row. She has been sick with something every week since she went into the hospital. It is a little depressing because it means that we've had to curtail all of her interactions with other children and most of her activities. She's been confined to the house, A LOT! The housebound are getting a lot stir crazy. Poor Y, I've rescheduled an appointment there 3 times, it will be 4 if she's not better by Wednesday. Pray for good health for our little Monkey.
Sad news
In sad news, Shawn lost his paternal grandmother yesterday. There is a lot of sadness with this. She had suffered dementia in the last few years that was hard for all of us. However, every visit left us in good spirits as she was such a sweet lady. The day she met Evie for the first time, she was delighted. She also offered to buy our sweet little girl, we told her she was too expensive, but she told us she had $0.25 to give us. What a dear! That was my favorite visit. She was also quite in love with Shawn's dimples (which I always agreed were "cute") and referred to us as the "bone crunchers." She will be greatly missed by the entire A family.
Friday, February 20, 2009
1. Give me money and I'll Spend it quick.
2. Whenever I get on the computer Evie freaks out because she want to be online too.
3. I wish we had a house in M..k..o.
4. A brownie was the last thing I ate that was utterly delicious.
5. To live in this world you must have some commonsense.
6. Other than this one, Keesha's is the last blog I commented on.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to spending time with family, tomorrow my plans include having a booth Baby & Kids Expo and Sunday, I want to finally re-do my Christmas present for Keesha & family!
2. Whenever I get on the computer Evie freaks out because she want to be online too.
3. I wish we had a house in M..k..o.
4. A brownie was the last thing I ate that was utterly delicious.
5. To live in this world you must have some commonsense.
6. Other than this one, Keesha's is the last blog I commented on.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to spending time with family, tomorrow my plans include having a booth Baby & Kids Expo and Sunday, I want to finally re-do my Christmas present for Keesha & family!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Our big news...
Dear Friends,
We have some very exciting news that we want to share first with you, our friends and patients. We are moving!
The lease for our current location will expire at the end of May. With that in mind, we have been looking for a location that will be able to serve our growing practice and the needs of our wonderful patients, like you, and we found it! We are moving from an 800 square foot office into a spacious 1500 square foot facility.
What does this mean for you?
- Bigger treatment rooms
- A large and spacious reception area
- Two therapy rooms with enough space for rehabilitation
- Private consultation offices
- A play area for your children and our small patients
We searched high and low for a facility that would grow with us and enable us to provide you with the quality of care that you expect within the city limits of M to no avail. Therefore, we have chosen a new location in
Our new practice,
We are looking forward to opening our doors there on
We thank you for your friendship and support during this transition and encourage you to come to us with any questions.
Sincerely,
Sunday, February 8, 2009
The week from *!?^"&*
Here is a run down of our week:
Monday: Shawn's arm hurts from over doing it at the gym. I work his shift at the office. Shawn calls to tell me I'm lucky though because he changed one very messy diaper. I get home and also get a messy diaper. Shawn heads to town. The second car runs out of gas and even after AAA comes it won't start, tow truck hauls it to our mechanic.
Tuesday: Our day starts out at 3 am with a sick little girl. In the morning she is playing well and throwing up between plays. Towards afternoon/evening she gets crabby and wants to be held. She throws up at 9 pm. We make it through the night without any mishaps and think we are out of the woods. Find out that the second car will cost us $600-700 to fix. More then the car is worth. We are down to only one car.
Wednesday: Evie wakes up at 5 am and wants water. She drinks at 5, 6 and 7 am sleeping in between. At 8 am she throws up everything she's drank. By 9:30 am she hasn't kept any water down in over 12 hours. She is very sleepy. I call the nurses hotline and they tell me to give her water in little bits every 5-10 minutes. I start to have a not so great, mother's intuition feeling and called her pediatrician. They said bring her in. I made an 11 am appointment to see her pediatrician. It was 10:38a.m. As I made the appointment I was holding her over the sink as she was sick again. I had to call Shawn to come so I could have the car. He was in the middle of two appointments. I dropped him back at work and then headed to town. At her appointment, her wonderful pediatrician told me that she was 3-5% dehydrated and needed to be admitted to the hospital. My poor, sweet baby girl!! She had no energy, very lethargic. She just laid on the hospital bed through the examinations and didn't even flinch when they started the IV (they used a cream lidocane to numb her hand some). She wasn't crying. So once they had the IV started I laid in the hospital bed with her watching t.v. and cuddling her. I watched her exhausted self sleep. I can't even begin to imagine what 50% dehydrated looks like if she is only 3-5%. By the time Shawn and Grandma Lyn got to the hospital, at 5:30 p.m., she had perked up some, and she has had a wet diaper. But we were doing a lot of cuddling. She stopped dry heaving and throwing up by 6 p.m. We were able to get some fluids in her but not enough to go home. They also monitor her wet diapers and she didn't have one until approximately 3 pm. She even woke up dry. It was so hard to see her not herself. The biggest thing I missed besides her beautiful smile was her talking. She didn't say one word all day. Even though I still don't know what she's saying, I still love to hear her jabber. Shawn ran home to get a few things for me for overnight and then they left at 9 pm. I was supposed to go to the Cities for my continuing education/homecoming, but I was going to have to wait till she got out of the hospital. Sleeping was interesting. I started out with her laying on top of me and then eventually she rolled to my left side. Unfortunately she was on her IV cord and I woke her up trying to get it out from under her. She struggled for several minutes to get comfortable and ended up on top of me again. By morning she was lengthwise across the width of the bed and I was sleeping at the bottom half of the bed. Very uncomfortable. The nurses came in several times to check her vitals without waking her up. When we had checked in I learned that there are 5 other toddlers admitted for the same symptoms and related dehydration. The only connection is that they had all been to the YMCA's daycare, including Evie.
Thursday: We got up for the day at 7am. Between 7 and 9 am she drinks 10 oz of pedialyte and eats a cup of rice cereal with applesauce. Yeah!! And she is perked up, moving during exams, and doing a little bit of talking. Her pediatrician comes and after an exam and talking with me, states she will release her whenever I want. By 10am her IV is out and we are on our way home. Once home she becomes a little more clingy and doesn't want to drink much. I get ready to go to the Cities. When I leave she is smiling and playing on the couch. By 3pm, Grandma tells me she hasn't been eating or drinking much. At 5pm, Shawn tells me she's started to throw up again (which her pediatrician had warned me about.) At 6pm, he warns me that she isn't doing well, has vomited, and that he may have to bring her to the ER. We stay in touch with the pediatric nurses and monitor for dehydration. I am sick to my stomach and missing my baby girl. I break into tears being unable to hold and comfort my little girl. At 7pm, Shawn calls and tells me she is drinking again and they've managed to get food in her. At 7:30pm he calls and I can hear her animatedly talking in the background. I nearly cry. It is so good to hear her voice. They are in bed by 9pm. She is doing good. The nurses in the pediatric floor tell us that one of the other patient's has tested positive for the rotovirus, and that it has been traced back to the YMCA. Shawn says he talked to the daycare there and they are taking all precautions and disinfecting the whole room.
Friday: I call before my classes start and she had a great night. She is drinking and eating. At approximately 3pm I get a call from Shawn that Evie is once again throwing up and not drinking fluids. We keep in contact for the next few hours and things aren't going well. He again tells me that he may be admitting her to the hospital. I repack my bags in case this happens. Tonight she is crying almost constant. The pediatric floor recommends giving her Jello, which seemed to do it. By 7pm she is once again eating and doing well. In bed again by 9pm. Thankfully, Shawn's parents were there to help him. I find out that during her crying she is calling for me. It breaks my heart and I miss her even more.
Saturday: No more throwing up. She is keeping food and fluids down. She has a down time following her nap but perks up within an hour. I arrive home at 7pm and she gives me a big smile and lots of hugs. She is eating, talking, dancing, and drinking.
Today: Eating normal diet, but not much. Both eating and drinking are decreased. Her affect is much better but she does a lot more crying and whining then normal. No vomiting. We are so thankful. I put her to bed at 8:30pm because of the crying. She is sleeping for long periods (9pm-5am) but will not go back to sleep after getting up so early. This may be the reason for her irritability. She gets her first bath and changed into her regular clothes since Monday. It's been an uphill battle because we want her to be herself and to eat and drink like regular, it's hard to watch her eat so little and drink so little, knowing where it could lead to.
So that has been our week. It has been very stressful. I feel like I've gain a bunch of new gray hairs. It is so hard watching your baby go through things like this. The weekend was going to be hard anyhow, as it was the first time I have been away overnight from my baby since she was born. Her illness made it 50x worse. It was also a lesson in learning to let go and trust others and especially to trust God. As a mom, I have a tendency to forget that He is in control and that He loves and cares for her more then I can ever imagine. In addition to this lesson, I now have 20x more empathy for those parents whose children are hospitalized for cancer treatments, surgeries or severe emergencies. I thank God that she is on the mend. She was out of the hospital in 21 hours. The other children where there 24 hours-6 days. So it definitely could've been worse. I am nervous to bring her back to the Y. Tomorrow starts a new week and I can't wait!! Here's to normal!
Her IV.
Monday: Shawn's arm hurts from over doing it at the gym. I work his shift at the office. Shawn calls to tell me I'm lucky though because he changed one very messy diaper. I get home and also get a messy diaper. Shawn heads to town. The second car runs out of gas and even after AAA comes it won't start, tow truck hauls it to our mechanic.
Tuesday: Our day starts out at 3 am with a sick little girl. In the morning she is playing well and throwing up between plays. Towards afternoon/evening she gets crabby and wants to be held. She throws up at 9 pm. We make it through the night without any mishaps and think we are out of the woods. Find out that the second car will cost us $600-700 to fix. More then the car is worth. We are down to only one car.
Wednesday: Evie wakes up at 5 am and wants water. She drinks at 5, 6 and 7 am sleeping in between. At 8 am she throws up everything she's drank. By 9:30 am she hasn't kept any water down in over 12 hours. She is very sleepy. I call the nurses hotline and they tell me to give her water in little bits every 5-10 minutes. I start to have a not so great, mother's intuition feeling and called her pediatrician. They said bring her in. I made an 11 am appointment to see her pediatrician. It was 10:38a.m. As I made the appointment I was holding her over the sink as she was sick again. I had to call Shawn to come so I could have the car. He was in the middle of two appointments. I dropped him back at work and then headed to town. At her appointment, her wonderful pediatrician told me that she was 3-5% dehydrated and needed to be admitted to the hospital. My poor, sweet baby girl!! She had no energy, very lethargic. She just laid on the hospital bed through the examinations and didn't even flinch when they started the IV (they used a cream lidocane to numb her hand some). She wasn't crying. So once they had the IV started I laid in the hospital bed with her watching t.v. and cuddling her. I watched her exhausted self sleep. I can't even begin to imagine what 50% dehydrated looks like if she is only 3-5%. By the time Shawn and Grandma Lyn got to the hospital, at 5:30 p.m., she had perked up some, and she has had a wet diaper. But we were doing a lot of cuddling. She stopped dry heaving and throwing up by 6 p.m. We were able to get some fluids in her but not enough to go home. They also monitor her wet diapers and she didn't have one until approximately 3 pm. She even woke up dry. It was so hard to see her not herself. The biggest thing I missed besides her beautiful smile was her talking. She didn't say one word all day. Even though I still don't know what she's saying, I still love to hear her jabber. Shawn ran home to get a few things for me for overnight and then they left at 9 pm. I was supposed to go to the Cities for my continuing education/homecoming, but I was going to have to wait till she got out of the hospital. Sleeping was interesting. I started out with her laying on top of me and then eventually she rolled to my left side. Unfortunately she was on her IV cord and I woke her up trying to get it out from under her. She struggled for several minutes to get comfortable and ended up on top of me again. By morning she was lengthwise across the width of the bed and I was sleeping at the bottom half of the bed. Very uncomfortable. The nurses came in several times to check her vitals without waking her up. When we had checked in I learned that there are 5 other toddlers admitted for the same symptoms and related dehydration. The only connection is that they had all been to the YMCA's daycare, including Evie.
Thursday: We got up for the day at 7am. Between 7 and 9 am she drinks 10 oz of pedialyte and eats a cup of rice cereal with applesauce. Yeah!! And she is perked up, moving during exams, and doing a little bit of talking. Her pediatrician comes and after an exam and talking with me, states she will release her whenever I want. By 10am her IV is out and we are on our way home. Once home she becomes a little more clingy and doesn't want to drink much. I get ready to go to the Cities. When I leave she is smiling and playing on the couch. By 3pm, Grandma tells me she hasn't been eating or drinking much. At 5pm, Shawn tells me she's started to throw up again (which her pediatrician had warned me about.) At 6pm, he warns me that she isn't doing well, has vomited, and that he may have to bring her to the ER. We stay in touch with the pediatric nurses and monitor for dehydration. I am sick to my stomach and missing my baby girl. I break into tears being unable to hold and comfort my little girl. At 7pm, Shawn calls and tells me she is drinking again and they've managed to get food in her. At 7:30pm he calls and I can hear her animatedly talking in the background. I nearly cry. It is so good to hear her voice. They are in bed by 9pm. She is doing good. The nurses in the pediatric floor tell us that one of the other patient's has tested positive for the rotovirus, and that it has been traced back to the YMCA. Shawn says he talked to the daycare there and they are taking all precautions and disinfecting the whole room.
Friday: I call before my classes start and she had a great night. She is drinking and eating. At approximately 3pm I get a call from Shawn that Evie is once again throwing up and not drinking fluids. We keep in contact for the next few hours and things aren't going well. He again tells me that he may be admitting her to the hospital. I repack my bags in case this happens. Tonight she is crying almost constant. The pediatric floor recommends giving her Jello, which seemed to do it. By 7pm she is once again eating and doing well. In bed again by 9pm. Thankfully, Shawn's parents were there to help him. I find out that during her crying she is calling for me. It breaks my heart and I miss her even more.
Saturday: No more throwing up. She is keeping food and fluids down. She has a down time following her nap but perks up within an hour. I arrive home at 7pm and she gives me a big smile and lots of hugs. She is eating, talking, dancing, and drinking.
Today: Eating normal diet, but not much. Both eating and drinking are decreased. Her affect is much better but she does a lot more crying and whining then normal. No vomiting. We are so thankful. I put her to bed at 8:30pm because of the crying. She is sleeping for long periods (9pm-5am) but will not go back to sleep after getting up so early. This may be the reason for her irritability. She gets her first bath and changed into her regular clothes since Monday. It's been an uphill battle because we want her to be herself and to eat and drink like regular, it's hard to watch her eat so little and drink so little, knowing where it could lead to.
So that has been our week. It has been very stressful. I feel like I've gain a bunch of new gray hairs. It is so hard watching your baby go through things like this. The weekend was going to be hard anyhow, as it was the first time I have been away overnight from my baby since she was born. Her illness made it 50x worse. It was also a lesson in learning to let go and trust others and especially to trust God. As a mom, I have a tendency to forget that He is in control and that He loves and cares for her more then I can ever imagine. In addition to this lesson, I now have 20x more empathy for those parents whose children are hospitalized for cancer treatments, surgeries or severe emergencies. I thank God that she is on the mend. She was out of the hospital in 21 hours. The other children where there 24 hours-6 days. So it definitely could've been worse. I am nervous to bring her back to the Y. Tomorrow starts a new week and I can't wait!! Here's to normal!
Her IV.
Drinking fluids at the hospital, finally keeping some down!
She looks so little in the big hospital bed!
Still not herself! But for the first time in 24 hours she wants to cuddle Little Quack!
She looks so little in the big hospital bed!
Still not herself! But for the first time in 24 hours she wants to cuddle Little Quack!Monday, February 2, 2009
Reason number 100...
that I hate winter. Ice. Very slippery ice. I have slipped so many times this year I think it is a record. But, it finally happened. One minute I was walking to the car, the next BAM! I face plant into the very thing I hate. I didn't have time to even throw up my hands in defense, so when I say I face planted, I mean it. Skinned chin, bruised hip and knee, swollen cheek, but the worst? I cut my lip with my teeth. And not just a little cut but in one side and out the other. Not pretty. Far from it! And to top it all off, one VERY fat lip. Did I mention I hate winter?
Shawn was nice enough to get pictures so I can scrapbook about my aversion to winter and all things associated with it. And while my lip was starting to swell in the picture...it got worse!
Besides literally falling on my face, I have been able to get a few scrapbook pages done. I worked on Evie's 6th month. It was really fun to reminisce about what she was doing at that age and what she looked like. It is so hard to believe she is 17 months old!
These pages include all of her 6 month activities like: getting a new car seat, laughing at her thighs getting tickled, repeating syllables like "na-na", her first Valentines, learning to suck on her bottom lip, and more. Sorry if the pictures appear shiny and indistinct, the flash does that. I wish I had a scanner big enough for 12x12 pages.
The next pages were dedicated to more 6 month pictures. Except with a focus on that face we love so much. The second page is hanging up in my scrapbook room as inspiration and because I love it. I got a 12x12 frame for my birthday (thanks, Keesha and family) which allows me to showcase some of my pages. I really love it because it allows me to enjoy the pages I worked so hard on for at least a little bit. Before I'd finish, show them to Shawn and then have to stick them away in a dark little scrapbook. If you click on it, it will enlarge and you can read my journaling as well as see the pictures a little closer up.
And the last page I did was of the Josh Turner concert Shawn and I went to less then a month before Evie's arrival. Great seats...centerstage and third row. I could see the color of his eyes...no zoom needed! And the voice...yum!! It was a great concert and we had a blast...I think even Evie remembers it. She certainly likes his music.
Shawn was nice enough to get pictures so I can scrapbook about my aversion to winter and all things associated with it. And while my lip was starting to swell in the picture...it got worse!
Besides literally falling on my face, I have been able to get a few scrapbook pages done. I worked on Evie's 6th month. It was really fun to reminisce about what she was doing at that age and what she looked like. It is so hard to believe she is 17 months old!
These pages include all of her 6 month activities like: getting a new car seat, laughing at her thighs getting tickled, repeating syllables like "na-na", her first Valentines, learning to suck on her bottom lip, and more. Sorry if the pictures appear shiny and indistinct, the flash does that. I wish I had a scanner big enough for 12x12 pages.
The next pages were dedicated to more 6 month pictures. Except with a focus on that face we love so much. The second page is hanging up in my scrapbook room as inspiration and because I love it. I got a 12x12 frame for my birthday (thanks, Keesha and family) which allows me to showcase some of my pages. I really love it because it allows me to enjoy the pages I worked so hard on for at least a little bit. Before I'd finish, show them to Shawn and then have to stick them away in a dark little scrapbook. If you click on it, it will enlarge and you can read my journaling as well as see the pictures a little closer up.
And the last page I did was of the Josh Turner concert Shawn and I went to less then a month before Evie's arrival. Great seats...centerstage and third row. I could see the color of his eyes...no zoom needed! And the voice...yum!! It was a great concert and we had a blast...I think even Evie remembers it. She certainly likes his music.
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