It was Josh's turn next. One weekend after Chloe came home from the Hospital, I took Josh to urgent care. He had a really bad case of strep throat.
This week life seems a little non-eventful and that's entirely okay with me! There are no holidays to prepare for, no new appetizers to try, no birthdays to gear up for, nothing to shop for (other than food for my son that has two hollow legs), no ER or hospital visits, no decorations to take down, Chloe is back at school and Josh and I are getting back into a routine. I am constantly trying to figure it all out...how to work and educate my son. Right now, I am letting him educate himself. Since he loves to read, I just keep the great books coming. He's reading about Ancient Greece and Rome.
Boyd and I attended a parenting seminar at our church last weekend. Fantastic and very helpful. I wish I could add on a spare room and bring the speakers home with me...kind of like Super Nanny. Don't get me wrong, we have fantastic, and for the most part, well behaved, great kids but there are those times where we could use a little wisdom and some creative tools to handle certain situations. Anyway, the seminar was great.
The Movie to watch: Akeelah and the Bee.
I give it 4 out of 5 stars.
It was truely delightful and our whole family loved it. It had just a couple of swear word...nothing that they haven't heard riding the school bus.
Monday, January 22, 2007
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Happy New Year!
Well, 2007 has started out with a BANG!
We rang in the new year at our neighbor's house. It's become an annual event and I like it because there is no driving involved...not because we've had to much to drink but because others have. I spent the next two days taking down Christmas decorations and getting the house back to normal.
On Tuesday morning I got Chloe up and ready for school and then it was back to work. That morning, we were waiting and waiting for the bus to come and then Chloe says "Mom, I haven't seen any buses go by today? Are you sure there's school today?" In my mind I'm thinking "no way...I did it again" My response?..."You know Chloe...you're right, there hasn't been any buses go by." Sure enough, I checked the calendar and school didn't start until the NEXT day. I'm such a dweeb. Between my forgetting to pick her up from things and me trying to get her to school a day early, she's starting to get a complex. Poor thing. On one occasion, I was about 20 minutes late picking her up from volleyball because I was busy and not watching the time. I'm speeding to get to her. She gets in the car, she cries, I cry and say I'm sorry, I'm sorry and then she says..."Mom...I NEED a CELL phone!" I'm thinking that she's absolutly right! Of course I don't tell her that.
We start every year by celebrating Chloe's Birthday—Jan 3rd. This year was no different. She was turning 11 and planned a Luau Party/sleepover on Friday the 5th with her friends. She was so excited about this party. As soon as Christmas was over, she had her clipboard in hand and was madly making lists and schedules of who, what and where for her birthday party. We shopped for the decorations and made the invitations, she scheduled and re-arranged the night's events numerous times. On Thursday evening, she tells me she has a stomach ache. Of course being the wonderful mother that I am, said..."it must be gas" and "when was the last time you pooped?" My other hypothosis was that she was getting worked up and nervous about her party the next night. I consulted my handy-dandy health book that describes illnesses and their symptoms. General stomach pain was not listed. If you know Chloe, everytime she gets a gurgle or any stomach pain she immediately thinks its her appendix. I assured her that if it was something serious we'd know by her being doubled over with pain.
Thursday night she was up a couple of time and didn't sleep much at all and really didn't have an appetite. Again, I thought it was nerves about the party. She went to school the next day but before she went, I made sure she felt good enough to have the party and that if needed, we could postpone it a week. Nope, she didn't want to do that. Chloe came home and agreed to take a short nap before her friends arrived. (When she agreed to the nap, I knew something was up. I just didn't know what.)
Everyone arrived on time and we were soon buried in gifts, pillows and sleeping bags. All of her planned activities took place; the games, the craft, the food, the cake, the presents, the movie...and as soon as I was sitting down to watch my own movie (The Devil Wears Prada) about 9:15ish, she came up from the basement and said she was in a lot of pain and it was in her lower right abdomen. Because I can NEVER remember which side your appendix is on, once again I consult the handy-dandy health book and discovered that she did have some of the symptoms of appendicitis. Here is my internal running coversation I had with myself...
"Oh My Gosh! I have a house full of little girls, it's 9:30, my husband's at a hockey game and his phone is off. Crap, what am I going to do! I think she needs to go to the ER. If I get to the ER are they going to tell me it's gas, bill be $60 and send us home? Should I send everyone home? What if the parents are out for the evening. Will they be sleeping? What should I do? I know...I'll have Deb come over and stay with the girls why I go to the ER with Chloe. They're just going to finish the movie and go to sleep, right? No need to alarm anyone. I'm sure it's nothing but I'd better take her anyway. I hope it's nothing. It CAN'T be her appendix..."
Finally, I took action. I did what every mother does...I called my neighbor and asked HER what to do. Deb...my blessed neighbor...my wise, wise neighbor. She didn't like my idea of her staying all night with the party guests. She was the voice of reason and told me to call the parents and send everyone home. I heeded her advise. Deb came right over and took action. I took Chloe to the ER while she called all the parents and drove all the girls home. She also came to the hospital and stayed with me and Chloe until 3 am. By this time, Chloe had been diagnosed with appendicitis and would need emergency surgery — Chloe's nightmare come to life—on her birthday party no less. Needless to say, it wasn't gas.
We were finally admitted at about 3:30 am, Deb went home and Boyd came. They took her to surgery about 4:30 am and was back in the room between 7:00 and 7:45. It's all a bit of a blur at this point. I went home to get a couple hours of sleep then relieved Boyd at 1:30 pm. They released her at about 6:00 pm and we were home by 6:30 pm. It's truly amazing what can take place in less than 24 hours! We ended up sleeping for about 11 hours on Saturday night. My bed never felt so gooood.
Chloe is home and doing well but she'll be out of school for the week. I told her she'll never forget her 11th birthday and that whenever she has any more abdominal pain, we'll know it's not her appendix. Happy Birthday sweetheart!
Well, 2007 has started out with a BANG!
We rang in the new year at our neighbor's house. It's become an annual event and I like it because there is no driving involved...not because we've had to much to drink but because others have. I spent the next two days taking down Christmas decorations and getting the house back to normal.
On Tuesday morning I got Chloe up and ready for school and then it was back to work. That morning, we were waiting and waiting for the bus to come and then Chloe says "Mom, I haven't seen any buses go by today? Are you sure there's school today?" In my mind I'm thinking "no way...I did it again" My response?..."You know Chloe...you're right, there hasn't been any buses go by." Sure enough, I checked the calendar and school didn't start until the NEXT day. I'm such a dweeb. Between my forgetting to pick her up from things and me trying to get her to school a day early, she's starting to get a complex. Poor thing. On one occasion, I was about 20 minutes late picking her up from volleyball because I was busy and not watching the time. I'm speeding to get to her. She gets in the car, she cries, I cry and say I'm sorry, I'm sorry and then she says..."Mom...I NEED a CELL phone!" I'm thinking that she's absolutly right! Of course I don't tell her that.
We start every year by celebrating Chloe's Birthday—Jan 3rd. This year was no different. She was turning 11 and planned a Luau Party/sleepover on Friday the 5th with her friends. She was so excited about this party. As soon as Christmas was over, she had her clipboard in hand and was madly making lists and schedules of who, what and where for her birthday party. We shopped for the decorations and made the invitations, she scheduled and re-arranged the night's events numerous times. On Thursday evening, she tells me she has a stomach ache. Of course being the wonderful mother that I am, said..."it must be gas" and "when was the last time you pooped?" My other hypothosis was that she was getting worked up and nervous about her party the next night. I consulted my handy-dandy health book that describes illnesses and their symptoms. General stomach pain was not listed. If you know Chloe, everytime she gets a gurgle or any stomach pain she immediately thinks its her appendix. I assured her that if it was something serious we'd know by her being doubled over with pain.
Thursday night she was up a couple of time and didn't sleep much at all and really didn't have an appetite. Again, I thought it was nerves about the party. She went to school the next day but before she went, I made sure she felt good enough to have the party and that if needed, we could postpone it a week. Nope, she didn't want to do that. Chloe came home and agreed to take a short nap before her friends arrived. (When she agreed to the nap, I knew something was up. I just didn't know what.)
Everyone arrived on time and we were soon buried in gifts, pillows and sleeping bags. All of her planned activities took place; the games, the craft, the food, the cake, the presents, the movie...and as soon as I was sitting down to watch my own movie (The Devil Wears Prada) about 9:15ish, she came up from the basement and said she was in a lot of pain and it was in her lower right abdomen. Because I can NEVER remember which side your appendix is on, once again I consult the handy-dandy health book and discovered that she did have some of the symptoms of appendicitis. Here is my internal running coversation I had with myself...
"Oh My Gosh! I have a house full of little girls, it's 9:30, my husband's at a hockey game and his phone is off. Crap, what am I going to do! I think she needs to go to the ER. If I get to the ER are they going to tell me it's gas, bill be $60 and send us home? Should I send everyone home? What if the parents are out for the evening. Will they be sleeping? What should I do? I know...I'll have Deb come over and stay with the girls why I go to the ER with Chloe. They're just going to finish the movie and go to sleep, right? No need to alarm anyone. I'm sure it's nothing but I'd better take her anyway. I hope it's nothing. It CAN'T be her appendix..."
Finally, I took action. I did what every mother does...I called my neighbor and asked HER what to do. Deb...my blessed neighbor...my wise, wise neighbor. She didn't like my idea of her staying all night with the party guests. She was the voice of reason and told me to call the parents and send everyone home. I heeded her advise. Deb came right over and took action. I took Chloe to the ER while she called all the parents and drove all the girls home. She also came to the hospital and stayed with me and Chloe until 3 am. By this time, Chloe had been diagnosed with appendicitis and would need emergency surgery — Chloe's nightmare come to life—on her birthday party no less. Needless to say, it wasn't gas.
We were finally admitted at about 3:30 am, Deb went home and Boyd came. They took her to surgery about 4:30 am and was back in the room between 7:00 and 7:45. It's all a bit of a blur at this point. I went home to get a couple hours of sleep then relieved Boyd at 1:30 pm. They released her at about 6:00 pm and we were home by 6:30 pm. It's truly amazing what can take place in less than 24 hours! We ended up sleeping for about 11 hours on Saturday night. My bed never felt so gooood.
Chloe is home and doing well but she'll be out of school for the week. I told her she'll never forget her 11th birthday and that whenever she has any more abdominal pain, we'll know it's not her appendix. Happy Birthday sweetheart!
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