Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Please and Thank You

The baby woke up last night before I even got the chance to get to bed. As I was rocking her in the semi-darkness of her room, my heart begged God to let her stay tiny and to always let me rock her.

I continued to rock and hold on tight knowing that my heart's request cannot be granted.

I felt an urging to pray for my babies. All three of them. As I started to pray, my heart paused.

"Lord, please..." was all that I could muster before a lump formed in my throat.

No matter, He knows my heart. He knows that I desire so much for these treasures that He's given to me. I don't have to beg him for their safety or wellbeing. He knows even better than me what they need.

I continue to rock, holding on to my precious baby as she pats my arm.

I'm so thankful for my family. Including my sweet husband, these four people are more of a blessing to me than I could have ever known possible.

"Lord, thank you so, so much..." Again, my words are caught in my throat and I can't continue.

Sometimes, I feel as though my offerings to Him are inadequate. My words always fall short. Tonight I'm reminded that my words are not most important.

The attitude of my heart tonight is simply, "Lord, please. And, thank You."


*After I finished typing this post, I saw Angie's update pop up on my reader. If she updates, I'm reading, y'all. She always speaks right to me. She didn't let me down. Please, read her post from tonight if you haven't already...our hearts are on the same page but her words are much more eloquent than mine.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Thank You Lord for Health Insurance

This summer will forever be known to us as The Summer Of Appointments.

We started off our summer by taking the older two in to have some warts removed. Sister has a couple of large ones on her hands and Brother has a cluster of smaller ones on his knee. The pediatrician sent Sister to a dermatologist to have hers taken care of but because Brother's were smaller, she felt like they could freeze them in her office. I'll sum this up for you quickly. They both still have the same amount of warts that they had in the beginning of the summer. They've each had them frozen multiple times and we have been putting a strong ointment (given by the dermatologist) on them in between appointments. Most recently, he suggested we put duct tape on them on alternating days. Still, we have warts. Any advice?

Next, Baby C got a slight fever in the beginning of the summer. We figured it was a virus since it wasn't very high, we were going to let it run it's course. Four days later, it was still there with no other symptoms so we took her in. Turns out, she had a UTI. Because she was only six months at the time and no baby that young has any business with a UTI, it signaled a red flag for the pediatrician. We told him that Sister is prone to UTI's and he was really concerned. Again, I'll give you the really short version. Several catheters (for Baby C, Sister only had to have one) and visits to both the pedi and urologist later, we know that both of our girls have a genetic condition called Vesicoureteral Reflux. We are praying that the condition heals on it's own over time. Sister's already appears to be getting better though she has had a UTI at each check up, despite being on daily antibiotics. Baby C goes back in another month to be checked and to say that I'm dreading it would be an understatement since the only way to get a urine sample from a baby her age is to do yet ANOTHER catheter.

NEXT, (Oh yes, there's more!) Baby C had a small allergic reaction to something that she ate. This was followed by another slightly more severe but still not terrible reaction to something else. The following week, I was feeding her and two bites in, she started breaking out in hives. Within a few minutes, she was covered in hives and her eyes started to swell shut. She was rubbing and scratching at her face and eyes and we were scared out of our minds. We gave her a dose of allergy meds and just watched her. It took over an hour for the hives to even start going away. The next day we were back at the pediatrician (by now, I think they expect to see us at least once a week) and a day after that in the allergist's office. He thought it was probably an allergy to milk products since two of the three times, she was eating something that was yogurt based. I was hoping that it was the berries that were also present those two times because berries are easier to stay away from than milk products. He sent us in for blood tests to determine the allergen.

I'm going to pause right here and tell you that if you think watching your six month old baby get a catheter is heart breaking, let me assure you that watching her two months later have to get blood drawn from her tiny little veins while being held down by two people and sitting on your lap begging you with her big blue eyes to help her is so much worse.

Back to the allergist. Today he told us that the tests came back that she was clear for milk products and berries. Yes, folks. Both of the things he tested her for, she is not actually allergic to.

If this weren't happening to us, I'd think this part was funny. Just before we went in, I told Big Daddy that my biggest fear for the appointment today would be that the things he tested her for were not what she was allergic to and that we would have to go through this all again.

Ha. Ha.

He now wants us to bring in a sample of whole milk, strawberry and blueberry to do a skin prick test on her. On Friday. Three days from now. Which also happens to be my birthday.

School starts next week here and we still have warts, we still have kidney reflux and we still don't know what the baby is allergic to. We do know how to administer epinephrine if she has another reaction. We do know that she is not allergic to breast milk and cheerios so she's basically having those and nothing else because I live in fear of another reaction. We do know that no matter what, no matter how many appointments we've had (and it's a lot, I'm going to look over our calendar and count them soon), no matter how many answers we don't have, there is One who knows all of the answers.

I'm praying every single day that He holds my babies tight and keeps them healthy. I also beg Him to give me a peace that passes all understanding and to make next summer way more fun and healthy than this one was.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Meeting Blog Friends = LOVE!


I've been reading Elaine's blog for a long time and she's one of my favorites. Last year, when we found out that we were moving to LA, she announced right around that same time that they were moving here, too! We were also both pregnant with our third baby at the time! Even though her new home was going to be a few hours from mine, I loved that she'd be in the same state! (Apparently, meeting new blog friends also brings out my over-use of the exclamation mark! Who knew?)

Fast forward to last Friday, we finally got together with all of our adorable kiddos and went to the zoo!
(This poor tiger was so pitiful! It was SO HOT that day and she (he?) just laid there panting and barely even noticed that we were there.)

Our older kids (babies were in the stroller) L to R: Brother, Sister, B Man, Little G
See? Baby C in the stroller. She did so well that day despite the crazy heat! Baby K did awesome, too and I can't for the life of me figure out how I didn't get a picture of that sweetie!
After the zoo, we headed to lunch and then to the most delicious cupcake shop in the state of LA. Well, their shop isn't delicious (although it may be, I just haven't tasted it) but their cupcakes are AMAZING. Seriously.
We all had so much fun meeting Elaine and her sweet kids! On the way home, Sister kept telling me just how sweet Mrs. Elaine was and how we really need to get together again with her. I couldn't agree more!
If you have a chance to meet a blog friend in person, I highly recommend it!
I've got a ton to tell you guys about. Stay tuned for tales of our Summer of Medical Anomalies. I promise, it's a doozy. I mean, if you're into that sort of thing. And, really? Who doesn't like to hear about someone else's family medical issues that causes them to spend an entire summer vacation running from specialist to specialist all over town? Wait. Don't answer that.