Wednesday, December 30, 2009
So when I see one, inevitably, the other wants to know all about it. Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in the middle, and am getting pulled in both directions.
Yesterday we saw our cardiologist here in the springs, Dr. Brames. It was a good visit, and we talked about what the next six months will bring for Kimble: another surgery for sure; more procedures; a lot of watching the right ventricle to see what it's going to do; making sure he remains healthy and strong and growing.
The slight problem remains with his scar that runs down the middle of his chest. It's got two spots, on top and on bottom, that remain open and irritated. He was actually seen last week up in Denver, regarding these two wounds. We've been treating them with some saline gel stuff to cleanse it out, and keeping sterile bandages over the top of the wounds. Yesterday, it seemed that the wounds were getting red, and possibly infected. So Dr. Brames prescribed some antibiotics, just in case, and a followup visit in a week.
Per my instructions with the Denver team, if the wounds changed at all for the worse, I was to let them know. So after my appointment with Dr. Brames, Heath took some pictures of Kimble's chest scar and we emailed them up to Denver to see what they thought of it. In turn, they wanted to see Kimble today to have the Surgeon look at him.
When we got up there, the overall consensus was that the wounds did NOT look infected and they agreed that they would NOT have prescribed antibiotics.
Thus lies my dilemma of seeing two cardiologists with differing diagnosis. I said to Dr. Campbell, our cardiac surgeon "Well, you know we are dating both of you, so tell me which one of you to listen to." He chuckled a bit at my analogy, then said "We'll compromise, and you can only do the antibiotics for half the time as prescribed."
Looks like I just have to keep on double dating, and let them figure everything out. I just do as I'm told.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
...and it is your birthday today,
Then don't look at this post!
Today is Shavonne's birthday! She is the sister just younger than me. She has red hair and blue eyes and likes to knit, bake, and go Letterboxing. She has a cat named Mitch, who thinks he's a dog and likes to fetch things. She has a husband who likes to eat tomatoes and wear cologne. She's been working at her job for many many years, as a Labor and Delivery Nurse. When she was a little girl, she was afraid that lava would get her. She likes to read, go on cruises, and make jewelry. In short, she's pretty much one of the coolest people I know.
So for her birthday, I made her a little something. I made a pretty scarf for her, which is decorative, soft, and matches her eyes.
I wore it to church on Sunday, just to make sure it was up to snuff for her. It is. I was tempted to keep it....
Monday, December 28, 2009
Here is part of the card that Kolby wrote, which said "Santa, thanks for best Krismis". I absolutely loved his picture of Santa Claus.
Kamy documented her card the same way she starts off her entries in her journal, with the date and time. I remember when I use to do that too.
Keaton likes to identify everything in his pictures, so he labeled the dishes in the background, as well as the cookies in Santa's hand.
Georgie told Kamy what she wanted to write, and Kamy wrote it for her. Then Georgie said she wanted her best friend, Teralynn, to be in the picture too. She chose her two favorite colors, pink and purple, and colored the pictures.
In turn, Santa left a note for the kids that said "Thanks for the cookies, kids. Merry Christmas! -Santa Claus" He ate three cookies, leaving crumbs on the plate, and drank all but a few drops of the milk that we left out for him. Hope you had a safe journey back to the North Pole, Santa!
Saturday, December 26, 2009
After we took pictures, we let the kids open up one gift before they were sent to bed. Somebody did a "Secret Santa"' for us, and left these four gifts for the kids, as well as a package of diapers, and some food for us. So the kids chose to open up those gifts.
The boys both got a bakugan, and Kamy got a barbie. They were thrilled with them!
Keaton got a fun race car track and we all enjoyed putting it together and crashing the cars into each other around the track.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
*My room seriously needed some attention since I couldn't see the floor anymore.
*I did lots of holiday baking last night, so the husband could take treats into work, and even though I did many a load of dishes last night, I still had tidying up to do, as well as goodies to arrange in baggies to drop of to friends.
*I have new neighbors that go to our church, and I had planned to stop by today and introduce myself.
*I haven't done laundry in a few days, and even in those few days, the laundry has totally piled up, especially when my newborn likes to spit up on everything.
*I was going to help the kids make beaded necklaces today.
*A few bills need to be paid, as well as a few checks to send to the bank for deposit.
* All the clean laundry that the kids put away on Saturday is currently sitting atop their dressers, because they say their drawers are too full. I need to go through and sort out the stuff that doesn't fit them anymore. If I don't get to it soon, all those clean clothes are going to end up on the floor and trodden over, then returned to the dirty clothes, which makes my laundry load even bigger.
However, Kimble had different plans. He wanted me to hold him All.Day.Long. Now, I seriously love holding my baby, but I really needed to get things done today. Everytime I went to get something done, Kimble would cry and cry and cry. I would feed him until he was in a milk-induced coma, then I would lie him down, and just when I was getting going on one of the items on my "to do" list, he would start crying.
Normally Kimble sleeps for some good chunks of time, and I am able to do all the other mommy stuff that I need to do, but it seemed like today, Kimble just needed his mommy all to himself.
I got halfway through one load of laundry...
halfway through picking up my bedroom...
halfway through cleaning up the kitchen...
halfway out the door to take pictures of my big kids playing outside in the backyard...
halfway through my stack of bills...
halfway though my cup of hot chocolate...
halfway through drying my hair after my shower...
...before Kimble's cries could no longer be ignored.
So I stopped what I was doing, put on a movie for the older kids (Mickey's Magical Christmas), and settled down to give my baby all the love and attention he desired. As I sat there, feeling his chest rise and fall against my own, as his hand curled around my shirt and his face turned up towards mine, and watched him give a little smile in his sleep as his eyes drifted closed, I had a moment to reflect on what was really important right now.
My baby needs me, and I need him. If he wants love, I have it in abundance. Times like this won't last forever. Sometimes, it's ok to have a halfway day, as long as the important things don't get shortchanged.
Monday, December 21, 2009
"Tell me." I said.
"Well, I want a First Alert!"
"What's that?" I asked, perplexed.
"Well, it's this cool strap thing that you wear around your neck, and if you need help, you just push the button, and people will come help you! Like, if I've fallen, and I can't get up...someone will come rescue me!"
I had to hold back a laugh, as I tried to explain to Keaton that a First Alert is meant for older people that might have difficulty getting up if they fall, or otherwise might need medical care quickly and can't make it to their telephone to call 911.
He was a bit sad to learn that Santa probably had something different planned for him.
I hope he's not too terribly disappointed with legos.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
I was totally jealous of it. The only thing that stopped me from keeping it for my baby instead of hers, was that it was pink.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
That year, after Christmas, in January, I went to the craft store and bought tons of Christmas material, all 80% off. I made all manner of different sizes of bags (basically like pillow cases, with one end left open)...bags to fill something as big as a tv, and bags to fill tiny presents, like jewelry.
Every year, instead of messing around with wrapping paper, we just get out our cloth bags, put the gift inside, and tie the top with a ribbon. I even have little wood tags that I made years ago, painted, and wrote the names of different members of our family. So now I just have to loop the ribbon through the little hole in the top of the wood tag, finish tying the ribbon pretty, and viola! Completely re-usable gift wrapping.
I usually have much prettier ribbon, with big bows, closing the tops of each gift bag, but this year, I felt happy just to get the gifts under the tree.
I encourage you to get some material next month, when all the Christmas material is on clearance, and start your own tradition of cloth gift bags. You'll never go back to paper wrapping again! (If you are even more ambitious, a set of these bags makes a great gift to help your loved ones start their collection of gift wrapping.)
Thursday, December 17, 2009
There are some more people involved, that I have yet to get a picture of, but these people include Dr. Muench, our Perinatologist, and Dr. Brames, our Pediatric Cardiologist. These two men gave me my diagnosis at 25 weeks along in my pregnancy, and continued throughout the pregnancy, at each ultrasound, to explain everything, teach me, comfort me, and support me. Dr. Brames is currently Kimble's Cardiologist, located here in Colorado Springs.
Dr. Adel Younoszai is our Pediatric Cardiologist in Denver. We met him about a month before Kimble was born, when he did a fetal echocardiogram. He did an amazing job explaining things to us in a way that we would understand them. He was gentle and supportive, and compassionate.
There were many more nurses who were wonderful, but I didn't get pictures of them all. Everyone treated us with such respect and love and I'm so thankful that they were with us through all of our ordeals, recoveries, and the quiet times between.
Ryleigh's Aunt, Peg, was the Welcome Coordinator for the Cardiac Unit. She came to see us all the
Ester, in the scrubs, is a surgical nurse for the ICU. She is the one that reports to us, throughout