Before bedtime the kids always give me a hug and kiss, then crawl into bed. Tonight Abby said "Just on the cheek, cause you had a kidney stone."
Apparently now they are contagious:)
Foys Lake - Time on the water
3 years ago
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
What can I say...
I can't find the words to express the amount of gratitude and respect I have for a very special friend of mine. See, Friday was a great day. Blake and Brandon went to the Father/Son over night camp out 2 1/2 hours away. I took the opportunity to have a girls day with my three girls. We had a blast...I took Abby and Maddie shopping after I dropped Cailee off at school. We had a good time, went and got Cailee from school, relaxed for a bit, then went and got pizza and took it to the park. Everyone was happy and we had a great time. That night, my friend Mindy and two of her kids came and we had a movie night since our husbands were at the camp out. It was fun...we watched Princess Diaries and had some good, fun movie sweets. We chatted for a little bit and then left around ten. I got my girls all in bed. I have a hard time getting to sleep when Blake's not here, so I think I finally fell asleep around 1:30.
So what does this all have to do with my special friend...I'm getting there. Some of you know that I have a history of having kidney stones. Well, Saturday morning was no exception. I woke up at 3:30 am with severe pain in my left lower "flank" (as they call it) or back area. I knew what was happening due to having my fair share of kidney stones in the past. I didn't know what to do since Blake was gone and I had three sleeping children. I tried my best of occupy my mind for the next hour, but just couldn't take it any longer. I knelt down and prayed...I wasn't sure what to pray for exactly...what I wanted was for the pain to go away, but the answer I got was to call Annie. I knew her husband was most likely home (okay...so I was really hoping he would be). I wasn't sure how it was all going to work out, but I knew Annie would know what to do. At this point all I could think about was how bad I hurt.
So at 4:30 I picked up the phone and called. Annie answered and she and her husband S.A.M. were at my door in no time. S.A.M. stayed with my sleeping girls and Annie took me and Madie to the hospital. Now I have to tell you what a true friend will do for you because this is Annie:
She let me throw up in a JCPenny bag she had in her car and kept driving instead of stopping when I told her I was losing it.
She ran stop lights and stop signs to get there faster (if you happen to be law enforcement reading this, she was the safest driver and it was early in the morning with little traffic...she was helpin' out a friend in pain.)
She wheeled me into the hospital with Madie in the other arm until a gentlemen took over.
She stayed with me while the nurse got me started with an IV and the first dose of Morphine.
She took Madie for a walk when she got fussy, changed her diaper since that was the last thing on my mind just an hour earlier.
Once I was settled enough, she took Madie and came and got my three girls ready and took them to her house for the day.
She called up to Rugged Mountain to get a message to Blake to come home to be with me...that's right...to be with me, not to take my kids so she could be free to have her Saturday.
Once my whole saga was over (I will explain all that later) Blake rolled back into town and was able to pick me up from the hospital. We got home and Annie took Brandon to her house so all we would have was Madie.
She and her wonderful husband kept our kids and took them to McDonalds or "old McDonald" as the kids put it for dinner.
I can not tell you how grateful I am to have Annie and her husband (click to go to Annie's blog)for friends. You both saved me...I am forever grateful for you. I've always had a great respect for them...it just got even greater. Last night they stopped by to bring some of Madie's stuff back over and I was still having a tough time with my stomach settling. Annie, being the wonderful person she is, asked if I wanted a blessing. Blake and S.A.M. gave me a blessing. I have to tell you. It' exactly what I needed. It not only was what my body needed, but it touched on other things I needed right now in my life.
Annie...you are classy in every spectrum of the word and I don't know what I would do without you! Thanks for everything!
What happened at the hospital you say (or maybe not say...but I'll tell ya anyway)?
At the hospital they were really quick to get me back to a room. The nurse (who was a guy-BTW) got the IV going and a little later got anti nausea meds and the first dose of Morphine going. The morphine took the edge off a little, but man did this kidney stone ever do some damage. I was still hurting pretty bad and throwing up which is always a vacation. He left the room and a little while later, after ignoring me for a while, I pushed the little call button. I nicely informed him that I was still hurting pretty bad. He gave me a second dose of the Morphine, which didn't do anything again and left the room. When the bag of saline ran out he walked in the room unhooked the tube from the IV...I asked if I could have some ice chips (at this point I was extremely dehydrated and my mouth was so dry I could barely talk) and he informed me I couldn't have anything more until the doctor saw me and walked out the door. Anytime I tried to make small conversation he ignored me and went about his business. I thought...how rude. Here I was the one in pain and trying to be really polite and say thank you, ect. even for putting the IV in I said thank you. Zero bedside manners for this one. I wasn't impressed. So I layed there with my knee's pulled up to my chest till the doctor came in.
The doctor saw me and said, "You look like you've got a bit of side pain." To say the least. I could barely talk since by this point my mouth was REALLY DRY. He jumped into action... I had the new nurse after the shift change (BTW-a guy) got the IV hooked back up to fluids, got more anti nausea meds and stronger pain meds (can't remember the name...just remember they worked a lot better). The only problem with the new meds is that it slowed my heart rate down a bit and my oxygen level kept dropping. The new more attentive nurse (with awesome bedside manners) noticed and put oxygen on me. New nurse was friendly and kept a closer eye on me. He carried on more of a conversation, which made things less awkward.
The remainder of the time I spent sleeping and throwing up once in a while. Closer to the end I had to share the room with a "most interesting" person. I think in the 20-30 minute span I heard every swear word in the book and at one point got really worried that something was going to be thrown through the curtain that was separating us. I know he punched something, but not sure what. After the punching I decided to call for a nurse. She went and told him he was next to be seen by the doctor and as she walked out a whole new slew of words flew from him mouth.
A few minutes later the radiologist gal came and took me to get a CT scan...Thank you nice radiologist gal. Once I was out of the room I could actually talk to her and let her know what was going on. She told me she'd see what she could do to get me moved to a different room. On the way for the scan I threw up, once again. The scan went well and by the time we were done, so told room guy decided to leave...OOOhhh I was not sad to see him leave. I was finally starting to feel relief from the back pain at this point. Went to the bathroom and must have passed the stone then. The radiologist said he saw stones up in my kidneys, but that the one had passed that caused all the chaos of the morning.
I called Annie and Blake came and picked me up. Unfortunately my stomach was still not doing so hot and throwing up continued into part of the night. Today is a new day. I'm a bit exhausted from the whole thing, but grateful to no longer have such pain.
So there is the tale of wonderful friends and my night/morning with the attack of the kidney stones.
So what does this all have to do with my special friend...I'm getting there. Some of you know that I have a history of having kidney stones. Well, Saturday morning was no exception. I woke up at 3:30 am with severe pain in my left lower "flank" (as they call it) or back area. I knew what was happening due to having my fair share of kidney stones in the past. I didn't know what to do since Blake was gone and I had three sleeping children. I tried my best of occupy my mind for the next hour, but just couldn't take it any longer. I knelt down and prayed...I wasn't sure what to pray for exactly...what I wanted was for the pain to go away, but the answer I got was to call Annie. I knew her husband was most likely home (okay...so I was really hoping he would be). I wasn't sure how it was all going to work out, but I knew Annie would know what to do. At this point all I could think about was how bad I hurt.
So at 4:30 I picked up the phone and called. Annie answered and she and her husband S.A.M. were at my door in no time. S.A.M. stayed with my sleeping girls and Annie took me and Madie to the hospital. Now I have to tell you what a true friend will do for you because this is Annie:
She let me throw up in a JCPenny bag she had in her car and kept driving instead of stopping when I told her I was losing it.
She ran stop lights and stop signs to get there faster (if you happen to be law enforcement reading this, she was the safest driver and it was early in the morning with little traffic...she was helpin' out a friend in pain.)
She wheeled me into the hospital with Madie in the other arm until a gentlemen took over.
She stayed with me while the nurse got me started with an IV and the first dose of Morphine.
She took Madie for a walk when she got fussy, changed her diaper since that was the last thing on my mind just an hour earlier.
Once I was settled enough, she took Madie and came and got my three girls ready and took them to her house for the day.
She called up to Rugged Mountain to get a message to Blake to come home to be with me...that's right...to be with me, not to take my kids so she could be free to have her Saturday.
Once my whole saga was over (I will explain all that later) Blake rolled back into town and was able to pick me up from the hospital. We got home and Annie took Brandon to her house so all we would have was Madie.
She and her wonderful husband kept our kids and took them to McDonalds or "old McDonald" as the kids put it for dinner.
I can not tell you how grateful I am to have Annie and her husband (click to go to Annie's blog)for friends. You both saved me...I am forever grateful for you. I've always had a great respect for them...it just got even greater. Last night they stopped by to bring some of Madie's stuff back over and I was still having a tough time with my stomach settling. Annie, being the wonderful person she is, asked if I wanted a blessing. Blake and S.A.M. gave me a blessing. I have to tell you. It' exactly what I needed. It not only was what my body needed, but it touched on other things I needed right now in my life.
Annie...you are classy in every spectrum of the word and I don't know what I would do without you! Thanks for everything!
What happened at the hospital you say (or maybe not say...but I'll tell ya anyway)?
At the hospital they were really quick to get me back to a room. The nurse (who was a guy-BTW) got the IV going and a little later got anti nausea meds and the first dose of Morphine going. The morphine took the edge off a little, but man did this kidney stone ever do some damage. I was still hurting pretty bad and throwing up which is always a vacation. He left the room and a little while later, after ignoring me for a while, I pushed the little call button. I nicely informed him that I was still hurting pretty bad. He gave me a second dose of the Morphine, which didn't do anything again and left the room. When the bag of saline ran out he walked in the room unhooked the tube from the IV...I asked if I could have some ice chips (at this point I was extremely dehydrated and my mouth was so dry I could barely talk) and he informed me I couldn't have anything more until the doctor saw me and walked out the door. Anytime I tried to make small conversation he ignored me and went about his business. I thought...how rude. Here I was the one in pain and trying to be really polite and say thank you, ect. even for putting the IV in I said thank you. Zero bedside manners for this one. I wasn't impressed. So I layed there with my knee's pulled up to my chest till the doctor came in.
The doctor saw me and said, "You look like you've got a bit of side pain." To say the least. I could barely talk since by this point my mouth was REALLY DRY. He jumped into action... I had the new nurse after the shift change (BTW-a guy) got the IV hooked back up to fluids, got more anti nausea meds and stronger pain meds (can't remember the name...just remember they worked a lot better). The only problem with the new meds is that it slowed my heart rate down a bit and my oxygen level kept dropping. The new more attentive nurse (with awesome bedside manners) noticed and put oxygen on me. New nurse was friendly and kept a closer eye on me. He carried on more of a conversation, which made things less awkward.
The remainder of the time I spent sleeping and throwing up once in a while. Closer to the end I had to share the room with a "most interesting" person. I think in the 20-30 minute span I heard every swear word in the book and at one point got really worried that something was going to be thrown through the curtain that was separating us. I know he punched something, but not sure what. After the punching I decided to call for a nurse. She went and told him he was next to be seen by the doctor and as she walked out a whole new slew of words flew from him mouth.
A few minutes later the radiologist gal came and took me to get a CT scan...Thank you nice radiologist gal. Once I was out of the room I could actually talk to her and let her know what was going on. She told me she'd see what she could do to get me moved to a different room. On the way for the scan I threw up, once again. The scan went well and by the time we were done, so told room guy decided to leave...OOOhhh I was not sad to see him leave. I was finally starting to feel relief from the back pain at this point. Went to the bathroom and must have passed the stone then. The radiologist said he saw stones up in my kidneys, but that the one had passed that caused all the chaos of the morning.
I called Annie and Blake came and picked me up. Unfortunately my stomach was still not doing so hot and throwing up continued into part of the night. Today is a new day. I'm a bit exhausted from the whole thing, but grateful to no longer have such pain.
So there is the tale of wonderful friends and my night/morning with the attack of the kidney stones.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Brandon's Birthday...only 2 weeks late
Brandon turned 3!! He's growing up so fast. We had a small family party for him while my Mom was here. It was nice and relaxed and he loved opening his presents. He got money and a fun football throw game from G-ma and G-pa Crossley (thank you!), a Leapster from Grammy and Grandpa Lynn and G-Grandma and Grandpa Goller (he LOVES to play on the Leapster and having one often was the center of contention, so this was great!) and we got him a Lightning McQueen Computer. Right now he's really into Lightning McQueen. He loves to play with cars. He got some money from some of his other grandparents too, so he picked out a Lightning McQueen race track.
Brandon is our sweet boy. From birth he's always been really good natured and pretty calm...especially for a boy. He is really smart and loves to learn. He pretty much taught himself his alphabet and the sounds that each letter makes. He never ceases to amaze us with everything he knows and does. He's our little lone ranger in a family of girls and puts up with his sisters pretty well.
Brandon and Potty Training
Right after his birthday we told him it was time for him to be a big boy and wear big boy underwear and go in the big boy potty. He was pretty resistant to the idea and told us no. So that next Tuesday I put him in underwear and he told me "no Mom...I wait till I four." No way Buddy. Anyways...the first few days I consistantly told him to go to the bathroom and we only had one accident!! Since then he's only had a couple accidents and pretty much goes on his own with few reminders here and there. Whoever said boys were harder than girls didn't have Brandon! We are so proud of him! Great job Dude!
Blowing out his candles...it took him a number of tries to get all three candles blown out.
Brandon is our sweet boy. From birth he's always been really good natured and pretty calm...especially for a boy. He is really smart and loves to learn. He pretty much taught himself his alphabet and the sounds that each letter makes. He never ceases to amaze us with everything he knows and does. He's our little lone ranger in a family of girls and puts up with his sisters pretty well.
Brandon and Potty Training
Right after his birthday we told him it was time for him to be a big boy and wear big boy underwear and go in the big boy potty. He was pretty resistant to the idea and told us no. So that next Tuesday I put him in underwear and he told me "no Mom...I wait till I four." No way Buddy. Anyways...the first few days I consistantly told him to go to the bathroom and we only had one accident!! Since then he's only had a couple accidents and pretty much goes on his own with few reminders here and there. Whoever said boys were harder than girls didn't have Brandon! We are so proud of him! Great job Dude!
Here's a look at the birthday boy opening presents!
Blowing out his candles...it took him a number of tries to get all three candles blown out.It looks like he's thinking "is it really still lit?"
Brandon may have been our "surprise" baby but I can't imagine life without our little Dude. He has brought so much joy to our family and we are so lucky to have him. We love you!!
Monday, April 27, 2009
I have to tell you...
I LOVE MY HUSBAND! Last week a friend asked me if I would make bows for the girls that are in her girls on the run group. I told her I would (this was right before we left for Denver) with the knowledge I wouldn't be able to start making them till Sunday. At church I was talking to her and found out they ended up having to move the date up to Monday. I didn't want them to be without the bows, so we spent part of the afternoon and then the night into the wee hours making 30 bows. Blake stayed up with me the entire time. He cut ribbon, burned the ends of some of the ribbon so they wouldn't frey, set them out into piles for me, rubbed my back while I assembled and helped me out when the hot glue gun was acting up. I am so fortunate to have such a loving husband to help me out when I get myself in a bind. I wouldn't have been able to get them all done if it wasn't for him. By the time I figured I needed help, it was too late at night to call my friend. So my wonderful husband to the rescue!! I don't think I've ever made that many bows at one time in my life. It was fun to see that I could do it...with the help of my hubby of course! Thanks dear for everything...you are the best!
The bows...all 30 of them
Close up
Saturday, April 25, 2009
BLOG BLAST...
I had some major blog catching up to do so if you see below, there are many new posts. Since I blog for my journal, these are all things I didn't want to forget. Below you can find:
Cailee...Denver update
Madie-the entertainer
Cailee the brave
Dental Phobia and the BIG CAHOONA
Cailee and Abby's "bow"tique
Laugh, Giggle and Roll
I hope you find something fun to read about!
(upcoming attraction...Brandon turns 3 today (Happy Birthday dude. Pics and stories to come soon)
Cailee...Denver update
Madie-the entertainer
Cailee the brave
Dental Phobia and the BIG CAHOONA
Cailee and Abby's "bow"tique
Laugh, Giggle and Roll
I hope you find something fun to read about!
(upcoming attraction...Brandon turns 3 today (Happy Birthday dude. Pics and stories to come soon)
Denver...Cailee update
Cailee had her doctor's visit with her Nephrologist this past Thursday. My Mom came down to go with us...which I am forever grateful for. The drive between here and Denver is pretty, but really windy. We had a great visit though.
The doctor's visit was very infomative. Her Nephrologist was very pleased with how Cailee physically looks right now. We talked a lot about why we weren't trying different treatments and I have a lot more confindance now that we are truly doing what we can for her. We aren't going to do a biopsy because all it would do is give her Nephrotic Syndrome and specific name, such as FSGS, ect. It's not worth the pain to "give it a name". We wouldn't be treating it any different if it had a specific name. She talked more in depth about what the future may hold. I asked about what percentage of kids like Cailee have to have a transplant by the time they are teenagers and she said about 60%. That sounds a lot more promising. She also said that with the other 40% that some of those go on to treat the symptoms and live normal lives for a really long time. I am now praying she's in that 40%. We talked about a number of things and I feel like it's not so gloom and doom at this point.
Unfortunately we will be adding more meds to the list that she's already taking. The last blood work came back saying she has a really high cholesterol level. Hers was 303 and they normally don't like kids to go over 150. Unfortunately because it's from the NS, it can't be changed with a diet. She said that even if Cailee was on the strictest diet possible, it still wouldn't change it. So we have to turn to modern medicine. Her Neph. said that if we don't start treating it now that she will be facing heart disease by the time she's in her 20's/30's. I think we'll get a head start and avoid that. I don't like the fact that it's one more medicine, but I think it's better than the alternative.
Overall, we were happy with the appt. Afterwards we went and checked into the hotel. (Thanks Fairy Godmother for all your help...you are awesome!) Once settled we went and ate dinner at Applebee's. It sure was yummy! We went shopping for a bit at the mall...which of course I love to do! After I took Cailee swimming while my Mom relaxed with Madie. We had a great time and I'm glad we had a chance to sit down and talk with her doctor face to face.
The doctor's visit was very infomative. Her Nephrologist was very pleased with how Cailee physically looks right now. We talked a lot about why we weren't trying different treatments and I have a lot more confindance now that we are truly doing what we can for her. We aren't going to do a biopsy because all it would do is give her Nephrotic Syndrome and specific name, such as FSGS, ect. It's not worth the pain to "give it a name". We wouldn't be treating it any different if it had a specific name. She talked more in depth about what the future may hold. I asked about what percentage of kids like Cailee have to have a transplant by the time they are teenagers and she said about 60%. That sounds a lot more promising. She also said that with the other 40% that some of those go on to treat the symptoms and live normal lives for a really long time. I am now praying she's in that 40%. We talked about a number of things and I feel like it's not so gloom and doom at this point.
Unfortunately we will be adding more meds to the list that she's already taking. The last blood work came back saying she has a really high cholesterol level. Hers was 303 and they normally don't like kids to go over 150. Unfortunately because it's from the NS, it can't be changed with a diet. She said that even if Cailee was on the strictest diet possible, it still wouldn't change it. So we have to turn to modern medicine. Her Neph. said that if we don't start treating it now that she will be facing heart disease by the time she's in her 20's/30's. I think we'll get a head start and avoid that. I don't like the fact that it's one more medicine, but I think it's better than the alternative.
Overall, we were happy with the appt. Afterwards we went and checked into the hotel. (Thanks Fairy Godmother for all your help...you are awesome!) Once settled we went and ate dinner at Applebee's. It sure was yummy! We went shopping for a bit at the mall...which of course I love to do! After I took Cailee swimming while my Mom relaxed with Madie. We had a great time and I'm glad we had a chance to sit down and talk with her doctor face to face.
Funny story: The next morning the alarm clock went off when we were still sleeping. My mom hurried to get it turned off, but it was hard to see since it was dark. Once she got it turned off, she looked at the clock and it said 6:30. We went back to sleep and Madie woke up about an hour later. I got up and fed her and she fell back asleep. My mom got up and showered and we decided to just get ready and take our time. We went down and got breakfast about 8:30 since continental breakfast was till 9:00. Cailee and Madie were really sleeping hard, so we just let them sleep. Cailee woke up a little bit later and I got her ready. My mom went down at about 10:00 to print off google directions while Cailee finished eating. She came up and was laughing. She said, "you won't believe this" and handed me her cell phone. The time on her phone said 8:10. The clock in the room somehow got turned ahead two hours. We actually got up at 5:30. We couldn't believe it...we could have slept in a lot longer. Oh well, we got a good laugh out of it all!
Special thanks to Alissa and Mindy for taking such good care of Abby and Brandon. They had a blast at both of your houses and I am forever grateful for your friendships. I knew my kids were in good hands and it made it so I didn't have to worry. You two are awesome...thank you, thank you!
Madie...the entertainer
Madie was our dinner entertainment Wednesday night. We aren't sure where she picked up this little trick from, but we couldn't stop laughing (as you will hear the kids in the background). My mom was here visiting (for our Denver trip) so she got to see "the show"!
Cailee the brave
Cailee had her first dentist appointment the other day. She (unlike her mother) was not afraid. She did sooo good. I was so proud of her. The dental hygenist counted her teeth with her, showed her the different tools they use and Cailee even let her clean her teeth. I was so proud. She unfortunately has two cavities, but they are tiny right now, so we will get them filled so she doesn't have to have caps on them. Great job sweetie...you really are Cailee the brave.
Dental-Phobia and the BIG CAHOONA
Confessions of a dental-phobist...
So I have to admit that I hadn't been to the dentist for a LONG time. I haven't had any teeth hurting, so I haven't had a very good reason to go. Well, a little while before Christmas I was eating and felt something in my mouth...it was part of a TOOTH. I couldn't believe it. Part of one of my back teeth broke off. It hurt at first, but I am petrified of going to the dentist, so I used the numbing stuff for a few days. It eventually stopped hurting unless I got food stuck in the hole, so I mainly chewed food on the other side of my mouth. Well, a few weeks ago I got food stuck in it and had been using dental floss a lot to get it out of my teeth. Blake decided it was time to go to the dentist. We have an awesome family in our ward and the husband happens to be a dentist. They are really nice, so I finally called in and made an appointment. It was so hard to make that phone call...why is it so hard to pick up a phone for stuff like that...I sure don't know.
Before my appointment Blake, my mom and I made wagers on how many cavities I would have. Blake and my mom decided on 3...I said 5. Lucky for me we were all wrong. I had NO cavities except the BIG CAHOONA. Shock of the century. I couldn't believe it. I got my teeth cleaned, which I don't ever remember it hurting so much. I really like the dental hygienist though...she's so nice. She promised it wouldn't hurt so bad next time since I won't wait so long to get them cleaned again. I also had the dreaded bite-wing x-rays taken. I have to admit that I'm a gagger. I have a pretty small mouth, so those things hit the back of my mouth and I'm a gonner.
So with the BIG CAHOONA...I went back for another apt. to see what was going to need to be done. My dentist numbed my mouth and did whatever it is they do to get all the decay out and found out I have to have a ROOT CANAL done...that's right. I will need to go to a specialist to get it done because of where it is located. So I hear this procedure takes about 2 hours. Two hours with someones hands in my mouth. YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME! One of my biggest problems with going to the dentist is I feel like I can't breath very well and sometime I get panicky. Well, true confession-that's about all I think about when I'm getting something done...so I'm actually get panicky most of the time. I have really small nostrils and I'm a mouth breather at night anyways, so the thoughts of having to breath through my nose most of the time while I lye there scares me to DEATH...not to mention the two hours it will take. I've contemplated having it pulled out since that won't take so long, but I think, at least momentarily, that I've talked myself into keeping the tooth. The appointment was set to be done in a few weeks, but the dentists office called and they have an opening on Monday. I thought I better take it before I talk myself out of it. Wish me and the BIG CAHOONA good luck. I hope I make it out of this one without heart failure:)
So I have to admit that I hadn't been to the dentist for a LONG time. I haven't had any teeth hurting, so I haven't had a very good reason to go. Well, a little while before Christmas I was eating and felt something in my mouth...it was part of a TOOTH. I couldn't believe it. Part of one of my back teeth broke off. It hurt at first, but I am petrified of going to the dentist, so I used the numbing stuff for a few days. It eventually stopped hurting unless I got food stuck in the hole, so I mainly chewed food on the other side of my mouth. Well, a few weeks ago I got food stuck in it and had been using dental floss a lot to get it out of my teeth. Blake decided it was time to go to the dentist. We have an awesome family in our ward and the husband happens to be a dentist. They are really nice, so I finally called in and made an appointment. It was so hard to make that phone call...why is it so hard to pick up a phone for stuff like that...I sure don't know.
Before my appointment Blake, my mom and I made wagers on how many cavities I would have. Blake and my mom decided on 3...I said 5. Lucky for me we were all wrong. I had NO cavities except the BIG CAHOONA. Shock of the century. I couldn't believe it. I got my teeth cleaned, which I don't ever remember it hurting so much. I really like the dental hygienist though...she's so nice. She promised it wouldn't hurt so bad next time since I won't wait so long to get them cleaned again. I also had the dreaded bite-wing x-rays taken. I have to admit that I'm a gagger. I have a pretty small mouth, so those things hit the back of my mouth and I'm a gonner.
So with the BIG CAHOONA...I went back for another apt. to see what was going to need to be done. My dentist numbed my mouth and did whatever it is they do to get all the decay out and found out I have to have a ROOT CANAL done...that's right. I will need to go to a specialist to get it done because of where it is located. So I hear this procedure takes about 2 hours. Two hours with someones hands in my mouth. YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME! One of my biggest problems with going to the dentist is I feel like I can't breath very well and sometime I get panicky. Well, true confession-that's about all I think about when I'm getting something done...so I'm actually get panicky most of the time. I have really small nostrils and I'm a mouth breather at night anyways, so the thoughts of having to breath through my nose most of the time while I lye there scares me to DEATH...not to mention the two hours it will take. I've contemplated having it pulled out since that won't take so long, but I think, at least momentarily, that I've talked myself into keeping the tooth. The appointment was set to be done in a few weeks, but the dentists office called and they have an opening on Monday. I thought I better take it before I talk myself out of it. Wish me and the BIG CAHOONA good luck. I hope I make it out of this one without heart failure:)
Cailee and Abby's "bow"tique
The other day Cailee and Abby were having quiet time in there room. They were being really quiet (it doesn't always happen that way). I soon found out why they were being so quiet...
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I laughed so hard...I just had to take pictures. They sure are silly girls. If anyone is in need of a new hairdo give me a call and I'll schedule you in!
Laugh, Giggle and Roll
Madie turned 5 mo. old on the 17th and is such a sweetie. She LOVES her brother and sisters and loves when they play with her. She's also rolling over now...BOTH WAYS! She has a smile that you can't resist and the softest eyes.
Cailee playing with Madie...
April 8 we gave Madie rice cereal for the first time. This is what she thought...
Madie showing how good she is at rolling over!
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Easter...only a week late
I've been a bit busy this past week and haven't gotten a post done about Easter. Friday night before Easter we dyed eggs as a family. It was fun watching the kids dye theirs. Blake and I each dyed one for fun! It's always a great time doing fun kid things once in a while. The kiddos had a great time too. Saturday we went to our wards Easter party. It was going to be outside, but Mother Nature had other plans. So, we had it at the church. I think the kids had a great time...they did a luncheon and had an Easter egg hunt. Brandon got to go with the younger kids thank goodness. The poor guy started fevering while we were there. He didn't eat any of his food, so when we got home we gave him IB Profin to help with the fever. By that night we decided we should take him to the doctor (after talking to my sister to see what the symptoms of strep were) and got him in about 7:30. They did a strep test and it came back negative. The doctor said he had viral tonsillitis. He said he was contagious and that it would be about five days before he felt better. So Easter Sunday Daddy was wonderful and stayed home with him while the girls and I went to church. That morning the kids had a little egg hunt in the house...the Easter bunny thought it was a little too wet outside. So Brandon got to enjoy that at least. Unfortunately he threw up shortly after breakfast so we didn't get any pictures of the kids in their Easter stuff that day (He never wore his). The girls looked adorable though. Today I had them wear their dresses again and we took a few pictures of the kiddos together. All in all we had a great Easter. It was fun to see the girls understand the true meaning of why we celebrate Easter. When we asked them what it was they said,"it's because Jesus was resurrected so we can live with Heavenly Father again." So sweet.
The best part:
Friday, April 10, 2009
The Big 3-0
Monday was my hubby's birthday!! He turned the big 3-0. I'm a bit late on the post, but want you to know how much I love my husband!! He is a wonderful daddy and loves our kiddos so much. They love to go on bike rides, to the park, and play outside with him. He is so wonderful with Madie...he can almost always make her smile! He is also a wonderful husband...I feel so blessed to have someone who loves me as much as he does.
Hun-First of all...Happy Birthday! Don't worry...I still feel like I'm married to a 29 year old:) Second-I am so grateful for EVERYTHING you do for me. I know I wouldn't make it through the day without you. Thanks for making me laugh and laughing with/at me when I'm a little "wierd" (you know what I mean). Thanks for being there when I need a hug and a shoulder to cry on when times get tough. Thanks for being my best friend. I know I don't always show it, but I am so grateful for YOU! Love ya!
Hun-First of all...Happy Birthday! Don't worry...I still feel like I'm married to a 29 year old:) Second-I am so grateful for EVERYTHING you do for me. I know I wouldn't make it through the day without you. Thanks for making me laugh and laughing with/at me when I'm a little "wierd" (you know what I mean). Thanks for being there when I need a hug and a shoulder to cry on when times get tough. Thanks for being my best friend. I know I don't always show it, but I am so grateful for YOU! Love ya!
This is what 30 candles looks like!
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Abby's Favorites:
Color-Pink
Food-Yogurt, suckers...I love everything (or so she says)
Song-I Am A Child of God
Book-Princess stories
Movie-Barbie and the Diamond Castle
Abby is our little adventerous girl. She's very curious and loves to find out how this life works. She brings so much joy to our family...her laugh makes us laugh, her smile lights up the room. She has been known to "get into things" and climb like a monkey. She started out so tiny and fragile...now she's our little giant. We love you Abby and are so happy you are part of our family!
Color-Pink
Food-Yogurt, suckers...I love everything (or so she says)
Song-I Am A Child of God
Book-Princess stories
Movie-Barbie and the Diamond Castle
Abby is our little adventerous girl. She's very curious and loves to find out how this life works. She brings so much joy to our family...her laugh makes us laugh, her smile lights up the room. She has been known to "get into things" and climb like a monkey. She started out so tiny and fragile...now she's our little giant. We love you Abby and are so happy you are part of our family!
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