Saturday, March 24, 2012

Antibodies for the twins, perhaps?

Two weeks ago yesterday, I started showing symptoms of some viral infection that my second born child so lovingly passed on to me. I jokingly told friends that she shared this with me so I could offer antibodies to this viral infection to the twins.

Started with a dry cough. A couple of days later there was substance to that cough with lots of nasal congestion. Wasn't feeling so hot. By Thursday or Friday, I was starting to feel better. Wasn't well, but I was feeling better. Then Wednesday of last week, about 1:10 am, things hit me and my body like a ton of bricks. I was running a temperature, I couldn't stop shaking, and I was coughing up phlegm with blood in it. I freaked out. I don't remember the last time I got sick and ran a fever. I certainly don't have recollection of coughing up phlegm with blood in it, ever.

Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday were filled with fevers. I took plenty of Tylenol and Ibuprofen for all of us. For someone who's completely anti-meds, like me, that was a huge deal. But, I was so sick that even before the end of the time period for a certain drug, I was already starting another fever. Merciless bastard of a virus. Friday, I checked in with a doctor to make sure things hadn't progressed and impacted the lungs. He was pretty certain I had a viral infection, but given some of symptoms he wanted to rule out a blood clot in my lungs (pulmonary embolism). Any of you who know anything about blot clots in the lungs, that's pretty serious. He ordered a blood culture and wanted results within three hours. He had informed me that a blood test can some show a false positive. Great. Well, the good news was I didn't have PE. But, I continued to be quite sick for the next couple of days.

Monday morning, I still ran a fever, but by early afternoon, the fever marathon had finally come to grinding halt. And my body's utter disgust and rejection of the Ibuprofen I had been taking became blatantly obvious. It had done numbers on my digestive system.

Now it's Tuesday. Can't say I'm completely well. Can't say the effects on my body, resulting from Ibuprofen, are gone. . . But, I have shown Ibuprofen the door. And, I'm climbing back to the land of the living.

Monday, March 19, 2012

A sweet treat for a brave little girl

Back when I had only one child, I wondered how in the world I could possibly pour all my love into more than one child. I have no clear explanations other than this is not an issue. Three children later (in addition to the first child), I have plenty of love to go around (to everyone). Each child of mine is beloved and precious.

This post is about one of the four precious little ones. Recently, at the end of February, my eldest was diagnosed with congenital childhood glaucoma. Not news I was anticipating; nothing prepared me to hear that. The diagnosis was so serious that the doctor wanted to operate on one of her eyes a couple of days (that's right, a mere 2 days) later. The second surgery, the surgery on the other eye, was last week. I promised her after the two surgeries and after she's ready to keep both eyes open, I would take her out for a treat.

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Well, Starbucks was my treat. Juggling four children with other responsibilities can be interesting. Coursework for the online class I'm teaching started today.

Little feet, sweet little baby feet, distract me from time to time.

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Where was I? Oh yes, I remember now. The treat I promised Isabella. I told her I would take her to Yogurtland for some yummy frozen yogurt.

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I took her after dropping Victoria, with whom she has a love/hate relationship, off at preschool. In a sense, though the twins were with us, Isabella had my undivided attention. The twins were compliant, sweet, and considerate of her sister enjoying her sweet treat.

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I believe I detect excitement on this little girl's face, somewhere out there. Beneath the pale moonlight. Someone's thinking of me. . .

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I believe I had to exercise courage of a different sort. Nothing quite like holding a child, in the operating room, against her will, as she gets gassed (sedated/put under general anesthesia). I cried and needed therapy after doing that to her twice. Plus, I have two little babies to feed; so, I need the added calories. See how this works?

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I am proud, proud, proud of my brave little girl. My sensitive child obliged to different (eye) pressure tests and succumbed to two long surgeries. After each surgery, she woke up with a hurting and sore eye and sick & crabby feelings resulting from anesthesia. I cannot begin to imagine having stitches on the eyeball. My eyeballs hurt just thinking about it. Thankfully the stitches dissolve after several weeks.
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I'm thankful for getting my cheerful, silly child back. This is what she chose for her frozen yogurt toppings. She made sure none of those little pieces got lost in the cup; they found their way into her little tummy.

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What a delicious way to serve water.

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Here were our other companions, the twins. Christian. . .

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and Christine.

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I love you, love you, love you, Isabella. Let us raise our yogurt cups up to toast dear little Isabella. You're a brave little girl.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Girls like Princesses, and Boys Like Fire

I'm learning new and interesting things all the time, much of which seem to come from my children. For instance, early last week, my 5 year old darling informed me the following: girls like princesses, and boys like fire.

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I wasn't aware of that. Thank you, my dear.

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Monday, March 12, 2012

Passing some love for the sake of the twins

Two weeks ago today, my 5 yr old was diagnosed with congenital (childhood) glaucoma. Pressure in both eyes were extremely high. Two days later, she had surgery on her left eye. Last week, my second born, my 3 yr old got a bug of some kind. Towards the end of the week, she decided to pass the love to me. That's right, I'm sick. Last night, felt pretty bad. This morning, I felt like my face was going to explode and my throat had a big old fat lump in it. Perhaps Victoria was being thoughtful in passing this bug to me; that way, the twins would more likely receive the gift of antibodies to the bug and avoid getting this? Thank you, deary.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Taking photographs for friends

Thursday morning, I had promised a friend I would take photographs of her associates and her for their counseling practice. For the best lighting and background, we were going to meet outside a recreation center. I would have three of four children with me. No telling what the weather would be like. During this time of year, in Colorado, sometimes we have warm weather, sometimes we have cold snowy weather.

How did this get here? She's not a counselor. Of the conventional sort, anyways.

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It was quite cold outside for all of us. I had to tell these ladies to feign warmth. I had to convince my fingers to work properly and not to freeze.

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Saturday, March 03, 2012

Post-Surgery, the Return of the Old Self

Surgery for anyone is no cup of tea. But, eye surgery for a five year old, well, I cannot even imagine. Instead, I thought I'd be her cheerleader.

She had been keeping both eyes closed, even though only one eye has had surgery up to this point. At the hospital, on Wednesday, she was given a couple of gifts. They were HER gifts (not, AHEM, her sister's). Last night was her night, the night she chose to open her right eye for more than a moment, for a longer period of time.

She opened presents.

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She got a leash and bone for her dog, Henry. Thank you, Big Sister Abigail. She also got a Hello Kitty mirror and comb. Thank you Auntie Julia, Maylin, and Scottie.

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Henry, enjoy your walks with Isabella and enjoy your bone.

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I told Isabella that she isn't the only one who has had surgery. In recent times, relatively speaking, her auntie, her cousin, and I have had surgery. I informed my dear Isabella that I also do not like surgery. But, I made a decision and agreed to surgery to save her life. She's that important. As much as I loathe surgery, I shared with Isabella, such a surgery was worth pursuing because I had a chance to save someone very important. Through surgery, Isabella has a chance to save something important of a different sort: her sight.