Still sick

We’re going back in to the doctor’s when the office opens at 12:30. Aviana no longer has a fever but she complains so about her tummy still hurting. Every time she awakens, she cries; she seems to moan/pant in her sleep, making me think she’s still in pain even while sleeping. She can hardly stand up and won’t walk anywhere. I was up late trying to find some help or advice on line, but didn’t really. Although I did come across some interesting information about vaccinations. I couldn’t really sleep anyway because I’m so concerned about my sweet baby A. This is so unlike her, and all I can think is that it must be something more serious–the story of Madeline comes to mind “Nurse, it’s an appendix!”. I paged the doctor this morning, described what was going on and he said to either take her to the ER or bring her in to the office this afternoon. He said that if a child can jump, that ‘s a good sign it probably isn’t appendicitis. We did get her to jump once, while making horrible pained faces, after which she promptly lay down on the floor and closed her eyes in exhaustion.


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A relief of sorts

She has an elevated temp, an upper respiratory infection, a bad cough, and runny eyes and nose. On top of that, every so often she’ll clutch her tummy and just cry, “Make it stop hurting, Mama.” And I can’t. I can’t help her one little bit.

My sweetheart, who is always up for going somewhere and never wants me to leave her behind, said upon arriving at the pediatrician’s office, “Dist weave me in the tar, and tell the dotor to tum out here to see me.” I had to stop at the grocery and the library too, and she didn’t want to come in there either. She didn’t even want a Lifesaver.

Aviana has been a static cling baby all day today. She didn’t want to uncurl from my lap long enough to let the doctor check out her tummy. She barely tolerated him listening to her heart and breathing. He wanted to rule out a Urinary Tract Infection or a kidney infection, so he needed a urine sample. She couldn’t produce, but while we were in there trying, she threw up. Three times. And it scared the Jujubes out of me at first, because it was bright red, and I thought it was blood, but no, that’s just what vomit looks like when all you’ve had in your stomach for two days is grape juice.

She had to have a catheter, because they still needed the sample. I was crying; I was so terrified of hurting her. She was a Brave Bear though and didn’t even whimper, didn’t even flinch. After all that, (and the w….a…i…t…i…n…g…), they could only tell me is to keep doing what I’m doing. Although that’s almost three hours of my life I’ll never get back, at least the doctor reassured me that I’m already doing everything possible to help my sweet baby A.

All I’ve done all day is keep her plied with Harvest Surprise Juice, hold her, smooth her raw lips with Aquaphor, hold her, carry her around with me when ever I get up to go somewhere, hold her, read to her a little bit, and hold her. My arms and back are aching from holding her so much. My heart hurts from the guilt of losing my temper this morning with my very ill, very young child, and the guilt that I can’t do anything to make her feel better. She is sleeping now, and so is her little sister.

Hopefully, I’ll be able to accept God’s grace and forgive myself, and tomorrow will dawn cheerfully and we’ll be able to begin anew– me, the mama, who adores her little girls more than anything, and them, the little girls to whom I’m the world. The little girls, who every day, accept my mistakes and missteps, who embraces our flawed family, and who God uses to show me the essence of His forgiveness of my failures.

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Strange Encounters of the Rude Kind

While waiting in line at a convenience store, this woman, who obviously thinks she is hilarious, bursts in, and apparently recognizes someone and begins serenading us all at the top of her lungs. To the tune of Strangers in the Night, she sings, in a surprisingly good alto, these off color lyrics: Strangers in the night, exchanging rubbers. This one’s much too tight. Let’s try my brother’s.

That’s all the farther she got with this little gem before interrupting herself to focus her wonderful attention on me (who, I’m sure, was giving her a “teacher” look).

“Oh HEY!” she exclaims. “Are you pregnant?” And reaches over to touch my belly with both hands. This would not, not, be ok if I were pregnant.

I say, “No. I must just look pregnant.” Maybe I sounded too sarcastic, or maybe she’s just crazy.

She responded with, “See? Shoulda used a rubber!”

Even more loudly, I said, “BUT I’M NOT PREGNANT! It wouldn’t make any difference if I used a rubber or not, I’d still look like this!”

Everyone else waiting in line and the two cashiers were all too embarrassed to say anything. The crazy woman just wanders off, probably to see who else she can harass, leaving me with a minor complex and a really funny story.

Proof that I do NOT look pregnant:

The shirt that I was wearing, however, does leave room for doubt:

How do you think I handled this encounter? What would you have done?

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Random Simple Pleasures

  1. My children’s laughter
  2. My cup(s) of coffee with plenty o’ French vanilla creamer
  3. Picking apples early in the morning with the children swinging nearby
  4. Making apple pies with said apples
  5. Not screwing up the pie crust even though I thought I did
  6. Not burning the pies even though I almost did
  7. Eating apple pies
  8. Feeling helpful by taking meals to DH in the field
  9. Looking all cute
  10. A shower
  11. Nestled between two little pumpkins reading to them
  12. The Dollar Spot at Target
  13. Autumn cookie cutters
  14. Gymnastics for three year olds
  15. Reaching out to other moms
  16. Gardetto’s Original snack mix
  17. Mascara
  18. Mums bursting with lively color
  19. The smell of fresh air people have on their skin when they return from being outside on a brisk fall day
  20. Books
  21. Children’s books
  22. Sleeping through the night for the first time in over 15 months
  23. Still loving my engagement and wedding rings every time I look at my hand
  24. Nursing
  25. Feeling safe
  26. Getting the mail
  27. Country magazine
  28. Scrapbook websites
  29. Wasting perfectly good reading time looking at scrapbook websites
  30. A story about the AR family with 17 children on the Today show
  31. Not having 17 children
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I'm so excited to go to gymnastics!!!

So Excited!

I’m so excited to go to gymnastics!What a good time we had! It was our first day of gymnastics class. Aviana did the obstacle course several times. She runs up on a springboard, jumps onto a mat block, jumps off into a hula hoop, jumps onto a shorter mat block, jumps off into a hula hoop, runs up another springboard, jumps onto some round mats, and then a big fat soft mat block, jumps off, climbs up onto the tumble track, which is like a firm trampoline, rolls down a wedge mat, jumps onto short mats, off, on, off and then crawls through a tunnel and then practices standing on her head. Phew! Then she did ‘work’ on the bars, rope, and rings, followed by balance beam practice. It was a blast for all of us. Her coach John, is really good with her and is an all around nice guy. I’m so glad we signed up for this.

As an added bonus, she took a nap for the first time in over a week! Lovin’ gymnastics!

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Brielle is brilliant.
I respectfully submit:
Exhibit A: She can walk backwards. She can stack 2+ blocks. She can walk up and down steps holding my hand. She can turn the pages in a book. She will read interactively, pointing to objects in a book. She can follow commands, like “Put it in the trash.” (yesterday she even picked up half a cheerio off the floor and tried to put it in the kitchen trash -which she can’t even really reach-independently) or “Take your penguin book to Dada”. She can take off her diaper (not that this is particularly helpful) and some of her shoes and her socks if you get it started for her. She can use a spoon and drink out of an open cup (sometimes without even spilling!)

These are all 18 month milestones!

Exhibit B: She calls her sister “Nah-Nah” (Aviana by the way, is pronounced with all AHs as in father, not a long A as in Ava.)

Exhibit C: She yesterday signed “banana” for the first time while saying “nana” for the first time!

Exhibit D: She signs write, wants me to give her a marker, she takes off the lid, writes on the calendar (we are a color coded family; we write family activities in different colors of fine point markers, ex. Chiro 8:30 am Meeting 8 am Gymnastics 10 am–so she sees me doing this a lot), puts the lid back on,(that is amazing fine motor for a one year old) and puts it back in the box.

Exhibit E: She started signing “thank you” appropriately, automatically signing it when we give her something. She even does it when she gives us something 🙂

Exhibit F: She knows to sign “please” when we say ask nicely, or if she hears the word.

Exhibit G: We have a verse of the week. We sing it as our toothbrushing song, then if Aviana wants to say it back to me, she can have a sticker on her calendar. It’s incorporated as part of our bedtime routine. Yesterday Aviana stayed the night at Grandma’s, so Brielle and I were doing our routine on our own. She was sitting down on the step in the bathroom. I asked her (jokingly, not really expecting a response of course) if she wanted to say her verse. She stood up, turned around to shut the door, and reached up, pointing at the verse calendar!! I was absolutely agog!

Exhibit H: She speaks at least 7 words and regularly uses at least 15 signs.

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