A Happy New Year To You

An Irish Prayer
May God give you…
For every storm, a rainbow,
For every tear, a smile,
For every care, a promise,
And a blessing in each trial.
For every problem life sends,
A faithful friend to share,
For every sigh, a sweet song,
And an answer for each prayer.

However it is you are welcoming in the new year, be safe. See you on the flip side!!

There Is No Place Like Home

Baby Mady is home!!

The doctors seem to think that she just has severe acid reflux, and because she is so tiny and is still trying to “learn” to swallow she was aspirating her milk into her lungs, thus causing her to stop breathing.

She was sent home with an apnea machine so they will know if she does it again.  She also can not sleep on a flat surface, she needs to be at a slight angle so she will sleep in her swing or bouncer.

This is better than any Christmas present any of us could have asked for.

Update

I went to see baby M yesterday.  I am not sure how my friend is doing it but she is. When I walked in she burst into tears and told me if anything happens to M, she will never be the same again. I told her that if nothing happens to M, she will never be the same again.  It is amazing how quickly one is willing to put their own life on the line for a little person that they only met less than 48 hours ago.

Poor baby. She looks peaceful sleeping in a bouncer type chair (inside her crib) wrapped up snug as a bug in all her little blankets.

Its when you take the blankets away that your heart just breaks.  She has been poked and prodded so many times she looks like she had a fight with a mean ol’ alley cat.

Baby M has, among several others tests, had a spinal tap and an upper GI.   The doctor has assured them that they will be taking Mady home, and whatever it is that has been causing her problems is not fatal or life threatening. 

As of right now they are waiting for the rest of cultures.  If at the 24 hour mark they are clear, they might just get to go home TONIGHT! If they show infection they will be staying for at least the next 2 weeks as she will need IV antibiotics.

Thank you all for your prayers and warm wishes – if you can muster out just a  few more that things come back clear I know they would be much appriciated by all. 

I will be back with an update as soon as I hear how her cultures look.

This is baby Mady. She is baby 4 of 4 in the great baby explosion that we have been so blessed with this year. Mady was born Thursday night and came home yesterday (Saturday) afternoon.  They were only home a few hours when she stopped breathing. Her daddy did CPR until the first police officer arrived. The paramedics took over from him once they arrived. Mady was rushed to the hospital via ambulance. On arrival at that hospital they realized she needed to be in a hospital with a NICU. Mady was then sent by medical helicopter to the 2nd hospital.

 

Mady’s mommy is my best friend and it is absolutely horrible to listen to the anguish in her voice.  The road to Mady was long and difficult for them. My heart is breaking sitting here willing my phone to ring, waiting for yet another update.

 

Please, with all that is in me, I am asking for your prayers, good thoughts, good vibes, fingers crossed, whatever you have within you to offer, keep Mady in them.

 

 

mady t. 005

 

Dear Mady,

You will grow up soon enough. There is no reason for you to be having sleep overs away from home and taking helicopter rides before you are old enough to remember them. I love you very much and hope you feel better soon. 

Love,

Auntie Mar

Free To A Good Or Bad Home, At This Point I Don’t Really Care

Last night starting at about 11:30 PM Thing 1 and Thing 2 started barking at the bottom of the stairs every 20   – 30 mins.

The first time it didn’t bother me, I figured they need to go potty.  It was raining when we went to bed and they didn’t want to go out. I was happy they didn’t go on the floor.

The second time I wasn’t as understanding.

The third and the fourth time, I sent Hubs.

At about 3:30 and who knows what number trip down the stairs it was, Thing 2 decided since Mama was up she would like a cookie. I am sure she would have preferred breakfast but she quickly opted for plan B when I told her it wasn’t time to eat.

Naughty dogs that keep Mama up all night do not get cookies either.  I guess she showed me because then the barking started about every 10 minutes.

I have no idea what the problem was.  It had better have been a one time deal.  Or we may never have cookies at our house again.

A Piece of The Past

I had lunch with 2 of my partners in crime  very good friends from college today.

This morning when I woke up it was pouring down rain and knew it was going to be a bad hair day*. I kinda worried about it for about .2 seconds and then I told myself – Like these people care, they had held your hair before when you were puking your guts out. Thanks self, and guess what? I don’t think they cared in the least bit.

I was not smart enough to bring my camera, but they both did so I am sure the pictures will turn up on Facebook. 

We have all come a long way. We have gotten married, had babies, gotten “real” job, just plan grown up I suppose. We fought over who got to pay for lunch – before we would have been trying to figure out who had enough credit left on their meal cards to even go to eat, let along buy for anyone else.

It has been close to 15 years since we quietlyroamed the residence halls like screaming banshees together but as we sat there it was just like it was yesterday.

We were fortunate that although we were always doing something to get in a least a little bit of trouble, we never really got caught.  Except for that one time…..

My god we were so stupid. We had been out (in the forest) drinking (all of us underage) and as we came back onto campus we got pulled over. I imagine we were swerving like crazy. ( No, none of us should have been in a car let alone driving). As the campus police came behind us and turned the lights on He started throwing beer cans out the window. We were in a pickup with a covered cab. I was laying in the back with E and J and to say we were scared wouldn’t begin to express the fear that had washed over us. Somehow He managed to talk his way out of it all.  Funny now, maybe not so much that night. I think we learned our lesson with that. Not so much with putting ice in each others beds, toilet papering rooms, putting open condoms on each others doors, stealing clothes from the dryer. (Each others, no one else’s). The list goes on and on.  Did you know that you can make mac and cheese in a hot pot? I couldn’t even begin to count how many we ruined with that bright idea!

I would do that part of it all over again in a heartbeat.

I miss them like crazy. CRAZY I tell ya.

Who knows when we will see each other again. Hopefully sooner rather than later, but if not, at least we all know we can pick up right where we left off again.

*(I also had to go to the dentist this morning and we all know they dont give a rats ass about your hair. The dentist did tell me that I am wearing my retainer TOO much. WTF? Who does that? OCD me of course. And just so you know I called my mother as soon as I was done to point out he told me that and that I was sure that my brother couldn’t even remember what color his retainer was, let alone (if he knew where it was) even get into his mouth anymore. Hey, its almost Christmas.. one of us still has to be the good kid).

A Little Of Both I Think

This morning all in less than an hour I received a text message, an email, and a phone call from MY DENTIST confirming my appointment for next week.

Either times are tough for him or he remembers what a chicken shit I am and thinks I am not coming in.

Over Protective?

dance 1208 031

 

dance 1208 032

 

dance 1208 010 Last night was the school dance. It was almost as hard dropping her off for that as it was for her first day of kindergarten.

(This is my dad. He looks like he is kidding but I am not sure so. If you don’t know, she is the best think since sliced bread to him. Fair warning boys!).

A Penny For Your Thoughts

Its been a long month full of uncertainty around these parts, and it seems like everyday there was more and more getting piled on my plate. 

One of those things was a Penny Drive the kids have every year at school. I usually really look forward to it. The kids have a great time doing it and it helps the less fortunate right in our own community.

This year? It was just one more thing I.had.to.do.  I was hoping if I didn’t think about it it would just go away. Instead the pennies just kept piling up. Yesterday I finally decided to get started on it. I made my rounds to the classrooms and collected what they had had so far. I was going to wait until this weekend to deal with them but then told myself, just go and see what you can get done now.

Because rolling $2,000.00 worth of pennies (give or take a few hundred dollars depending on the year) is not worth anyones time or effort, (the money is worth it, but it would take hours and hours) I just take them to random Coinstar machines at different grocery stores. We usually jam one or two a year and fill several others and have to move on.

I was in a downright pissy mood when I got to the grocery store. I couldn’t find a cart and I forgot a piece of paper (to keep track of how much each class brought it) and I couldn’t find a pen. I finally went inside and started dumping my bags.

As you can imagine we get lots of stares and all kinds of comments every year.  I always am quick to tell people the kids bring them in and so on (you would be amazed how many people give us more money when they hear the whos and whats of it).

A bag boy, who was actually a man of about 50 with down syndrome, wandered over and started talking to me. I tried very hard to be nice but like I said I was pretty darn pissy.  The cashier kept calling him back over to do his work, but ever few minutes there he was again trying to see how much we were up to.  After about $50.00 his eyes lit up and he clapped every time he came to look.  When I was finally done he gave me a hug. Here was this man, who was genuinely happy for complete strangers who he would never meet, but you would have thought he himself had won the lottery.

And that is what it really should all be about.  The happiness that your actions bring to others, with no expectation of anything in return. I am sorry that I had forgotten that but am extremely grateful he made me remember.

Add Another Limb To The Family Tree

If anyone other than me is keeping track, baby three, of BabyFest 2008,  has made her debut.

Photobucket

She is a very, very healthy girl with a lovely name. Her name pays homage to our family tree.  A rather large family tree :

  • Grandma and Grandpa had 6 girls and 2 boys.
  • Girl #1 has 2 boys and 2 girls.
  • Girl #2 has 1 boy and 1 girl (ME!)
  • Girl #3 has 2 girls
  • Girl #4 has 2 boys and 1 girl
  • Girl #5 has 1 girl
  • Boy #1 has 1 boy and 2 girls
  • Boy #2 has 1 boy and 1 girl.
  • Girl #6 has 1 boy and 1 girl.

And then there are great grand kids!

  • Girl #1 has 5 boys and 3 girls
  • Girl #2 has 1 girl (Noodle!)

With more to come I am sure. Many, many more.  If you actually took the time to look at the break down (don’t feel bad if you didn’t, it is actually rather boring to me as well most days) you can see that each of the “boys” have one boy.  Of those 2 boys, only one has the possibility of passing along the family name.  (One is disabled).  So instead of putting all the pressure on that boy cousin (at 6 he is the baby of the grand kids, why yes there are greats who can before the grands, the oldest is 39),  my girl cousins have taken to using the family name as a middle name for their girls. I think it would make my grandpa, who was a sourpuss is I ever saw one, smile.  I know it has me.  (I could kick myself for not thinking of it myself, but I was the one who gave them the 1st great grand baby so that should count for something right?).

Just in case baby #3 isn’t enough  for you to look at here is a look back and #1 and #2 . Baby #4 is scheduled to arrive in about 2 weeks.