I found this interesting web site that I heard about on NPR. Basically, the challenge is to write your life memoir with 6 words. There are a lot of funny ones… but the most interesting are the sad ones. http://www.smithmag.net/sixwords/
Here’s a sampling:
Not quite what I was planning.
After Harvard, had baby with crackhead
Found true love. Married someone else.
Baby Shoes for sale, never worn.
So I thought I’d work on my own memoir…
A few candidates. If you have some, feel free to comment.
Two Sons, Lovely Wife, snuggle nightly.
Fried Chicken – All I really wanted (I hope this isn’t the one that gets chosen for my headstone…)
Spent time on family, not memoir
We have family prayer every night, and Caleb often volunteers to say it. The other day he started out his usual way, "Heavenly Father, thank you for my mom and dad, and thank you for Andrew, and thank you for me, and thank you for Sadie…", and then he exlaimed, "That’s a lot of people!" Don and I busted up. So cute!
Then today, Caleb asked, "Mom, what is Andrew’s name going to be when he grows up?" I answered that his name would always be Andrew just like his name would always be Caleb. He responded by saying, "My name isn’t Caleb, it’s Spiderman." Oh to be 3 again AND a superhero!
We have been working with Caleb to learn how to write his uppercase letters and numbers. We made a chart, and put stickers by the letter/number when he could write it 6 times by himself. He decided that we would go to Chuck E Cheese when he completed the chart. We struggled to get the last few letters/numbers – G, K, 5, and 9. Don thought he’d motivate Caleb by asking if he’d rather go to a pet store. Caleb, of course, said he did and that he wanted to get a pet. This was something I definitely did not want or see coming, but Don thought we would be able to just look at the pets without getting one. Yeah right! So, soon Caleb passed off his chart, and off we went to Denny’s Pet World. I quickly steered Caleb in the direction of the fish instead of towards the birds, snakes, spiders, rabbits, gerbals, and other very high-maintenance and expensive animals. He took the bait, and we walked out of the store with a new blue Beta fish, which supposedly have a much longer lifespan than the goldfish of my day. Caleb decided to name him, "Fish Gift", which is the title of a beginning reader book that he has. So, now we are a two-pet home with Sadie and Fish Gift. Caleb has actually been pretty good about remembering to feed his fish on a daily basis, and miraculously the fish is still alive after 3 weeks.
Caleb’s completed chart
Caleb with Fish Gift
Caleb wanted to hold Andrew and take a picture next to his fish.
It all started Valentine’s Day weekend. I came down with an awful cold that had me out for a couple of days. I thought the boys had escaped it, but then 2 weeks later Caleb started getting sick, and Andrew followed. I took both of them into the doctor’s office on Monday, March 3rd, and found out it was just a viral cold. Our pediatricien said that Caleb would do just fine, but to keep an eye on Andrew. Caleb started getting better, but Andrew got progressively worse. On Wednesday he really started to look bad. He was not eating well, was coughing, and he was whimpering. I took him into the doctor on Thursday, and the doctor said that it was a bad cold. They tested his oxygen level, and he was really low (67 at one point), so they called for an ambulance transport to Children’s Hospital. The fact that those exam rooms are not very big was confirmed when we tried to squish 4 EMTs, the doctor, nurse, myself, Caleb, and Andrew all in one room. It was chaotic! I called Don right away, and he was able to make it to the doctor’s office in time to take Caleb in our car while I went with Andrew in the ambulance. We stayed in the ER for about 7 hours before being moved to a room. Andrew had a bunch of tests done that were not fun to watch. They put an IV in, which took 2 pokes. They got a urine sample with a catheter. They stuck a tube up his nostrils to do a nasal test. And, the worst one was the spinal test for meningitis. The nurses suggested that I go outside the room, where I broke down in tears. Andrew was screaming. Don’s mom tried to comfort me, but after a minute or so, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I went into the room. I’m glad I did because his pacifier had fallen out, but the nurse couldn’t put it in since he was holding Andrew so he wouldn’t move. I put the pacifier in which calmed him down. I felt much better helping out rather than feeling helpless out in the hallway. Don’s mom took Caleb home with her. Since Andrew had RSV, we were in “isolation,” which means that we couldn’t really go outside our room except to go to the cafeteria. We were supposed to stay away from the other patients in the ward. Children under 12 couldn’t visit, so Caleb stayed with Don’s mom. It is such a blessing to have her nearby and so willing to help out! She is amazing! The doctors said that we would be there for at least 2 days, so Don came up with the plan to switch off staying overnight with Andrew. At first I felt like a bad mom leaving Andrew even though Don was there, but I quickly realized that hospital life is tough, and sleep is tough to come by with all the monitors and nurde disruptions. I actually got 3 of the best nights’ sleep I’ve gotten since the 2nd trimester of Andrew’s pregnancy. Unfortunately, the doctors couldn’t really do anything for Andrew except treat his symtoms, so we were basically playing the waiting game until Andrew’s body could fight off the nasty bug. He was on oxygen and IV fluids, and they used this awful suction tube to get the mucus out of his nose so he could breathe better. The poor little guy was poked and prodded way more than his fair share for a 2-month old. I felt awful for him, but I was so glad that he was getting the help he needed. I felt so helpless at home, and it was killing me to see him so sick! Children’s Hospital is an outstanding hospital, so I was glad that he was in such great care. Andrew went off oxygen on Monday, and he was able to keep his oxygen levels up through the night, so they let us take him home on Tuesday. It was so nice to be together again as a family. My heart goes out to the many families who are far away from their homes doing their best to make Children’s Hospital their home away from home while a child is very ill. I thought 5 days was rough; I can’t imagine spending months there. Andrew is back to normal now, and he’s smiling a ton!
Andrew wrapped in a blanket Don’s mom made for him…a little comfort from home.
Andrew’s oxygen tube Andrew happy to be off
oxygen, but still on IV
Andrew in his hospital gown, ready to get his IV removed, put on his "street clothes", and blow this joint.
Andrew back to being a happy little baby.
Don, Tenille, Caleb, and Andrew