Saturday, February 28, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Daddy Did It!!!!
Isabella said her first sentence on Tuesday. Buck took her to the lab for her routine blood draw (1 a month) and then took her to school. I picked her up from daycare and she still had her band aid on. Of course she had pointed it out to everyone. When I picked her up from her class she showed me her band aid, and said as clear as could be..."Daddy did it!". I looked at Austin and, Tashanna (the afternoon girl at daycare)and asked if they had just heard that, and of course they did. I have a feeling that this is a phrase that we will hear a lot of in the future: Who ate the last cookies...... Who said you could do that.... Who moved my purse.......... Daddy did it. The possibilities are endless. Here are pics of my little fashion plate. She has mangled these practice tutus with her constant wear and tear on it. I am glad they only cost 2.50 each to make. She is not allowed to play with the other tutus, way to much labor and tulle goes into them. Her sense of style is amazing.BTW, the mommy, mommy, is music to my ears. For so long she would look past me calling mommy..looking for her "mommy". Believe me she now knows who mommy is!
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
A very hysterical B
My poor little B has been so out of sorts lately. She hasn't been the same since her eye injury at school. Her sleep has been very restless for a few days and tonight it erupted into all out hysteria.
Once Izzy goes down, she may toss and turn but she is out for about 11 hours. She might cry out in her sleep, or even wake up a little and laugh or babble, but then she is snoring again. Tonight her cries steadily grew into a wail. The wail became loud sobbing, and by the time I crossed the house to get to her it was full out crying.
It is so frustrating that she cannot tell me what is wrong. She wanted her brother and daddy (daddy was asleep so I woke him up). I gave her Motrin thinking she had an earache and some benadryl for her runny nose. She is sleeping now. I still do not know what is wrong. She has been obsessed with the China albums as of late.
We did go to the events at the market for CNY. She was definitely surrounded by people, sights and sounds of China. Have I triggered some PTSS by taking her there?
This is the child that does not cry when her blood is being drawn or with a split eye, but this cry from deep within breaks my heart and I wish I could fix whatever is wrong.
Once Izzy goes down, she may toss and turn but she is out for about 11 hours. She might cry out in her sleep, or even wake up a little and laugh or babble, but then she is snoring again. Tonight her cries steadily grew into a wail. The wail became loud sobbing, and by the time I crossed the house to get to her it was full out crying.
It is so frustrating that she cannot tell me what is wrong. She wanted her brother and daddy (daddy was asleep so I woke him up). I gave her Motrin thinking she had an earache and some benadryl for her runny nose. She is sleeping now. I still do not know what is wrong. She has been obsessed with the China albums as of late.
We did go to the events at the market for CNY. She was definitely surrounded by people, sights and sounds of China. Have I triggered some PTSS by taking her there?
This is the child that does not cry when her blood is being drawn or with a split eye, but this cry from deep within breaks my heart and I wish I could fix whatever is wrong.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
CNY- Spring Festival
Okay, this is a little late but Happy new Year and so forth. We had the sickie household again this week, the usual. The kids did get their cards and yes money on New Years Day.
We went to a large store called 1st Oriental Market today. The had Kung Fu exhibitions, Dragon and Lion dances and lots and lots of people. It smelled and looked so much like we were back in China. I was worried that I would have some post traumatic stress flashbacks when I saw the whole roasted piglets, and ducks with the necks still on, but I was okay. The only thing missing was Billie, Joe, Nickie, Anna, Will, Teresa, Kevin, Meggie, and Carson and my bottle of Xanax. In fact I felt very comfortable picking out some things for Izzy to eat and us and look forward to going back on a not so crowded day.
Then we went to the Taiwan Bakery to buy our moon cakes, some buns with cheese, and another sweet bun. The told us we can order moon cakes next year without egg for Izzy by calling ahead. I got the ones with the pineapple paste.
As usual the pics are on the http://boyandb.blogspot.com or you can click on the link in the sidebar.
One last note: Izzy who is three, is now in the full blown terrible twos. Throwing herself down to have a tantrum. I think she has learned this at school. I simply step over her and go about my business. Just don't let her catch your ankle, she can take you down, she is a strong bugger.
We went to a large store called 1st Oriental Market today. The had Kung Fu exhibitions, Dragon and Lion dances and lots and lots of people. It smelled and looked so much like we were back in China. I was worried that I would have some post traumatic stress flashbacks when I saw the whole roasted piglets, and ducks with the necks still on, but I was okay. The only thing missing was Billie, Joe, Nickie, Anna, Will, Teresa, Kevin, Meggie, and Carson and my bottle of Xanax. In fact I felt very comfortable picking out some things for Izzy to eat and us and look forward to going back on a not so crowded day.
Then we went to the Taiwan Bakery to buy our moon cakes, some buns with cheese, and another sweet bun. The told us we can order moon cakes next year without egg for Izzy by calling ahead. I got the ones with the pineapple paste.
As usual the pics are on the http://boyandb.blogspot.com or you can click on the link in the sidebar.
One last note: Izzy who is three, is now in the full blown terrible twos. Throwing herself down to have a tantrum. I think she has learned this at school. I simply step over her and go about my business. Just don't let her catch your ankle, she can take you down, she is a strong bugger.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Family Day
Sunday was spent at the park enjoying the break from the cold weather. I know you guys fighting 300 inches of snow may not think we have been cold, but Florida tends to make you soft. We need our sunshine and 70's n the winter to counteract the 90-100's in the summer. It was good that we had a good day Sunday because Monday we went into Orlando for a visit (pick up tickets I won) and stopped into the CCAI office to say hey. Well Izzy had vomited that morning (the kid never vomits) and by the time we got to PF Changs and sat down she puked up a storm. Then Austin started vomiting. The new semester starts Tuesday. I hate to vomit so I better not get this.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Another school injury
A couple of weeks ago, right before the school break, Izzy fell at school and had a huge goose egg and bruise across her forhead with swelling into her face. She was swinging her legs on a bench and saw her school bus and jumped down. She is pretty small for a 3 year old and she landed flat on her face.
Second week back to school (monday) and she falls in the bathroom, with someone with her, and hits her head on the step stool. They glued the big gash together. It is oozing some. I have been very upset. School is upset and making changes to keep her safe. I am just at a lost as to what to do with her. The nurse was very disturbed by the fact that she had a big gash in her eyelid and went about as if nothing was wrong. She did burst int tears when I got home yesterday (Buck had picked her up and taken her to the doctor). What do I do.
Second week back to school (monday) and she falls in the bathroom, with someone with her, and hits her head on the step stool. They glued the big gash together. It is oozing some. I have been very upset. School is upset and making changes to keep her safe. I am just at a lost as to what to do with her. The nurse was very disturbed by the fact that she had a big gash in her eyelid and went about as if nothing was wrong. She did burst int tears when I got home yesterday (Buck had picked her up and taken her to the doctor). What do I do.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
You have got to be kiddding me!
I am a very strong person. I can handle a lot of stress. In the past 10 years.....
I had a rollover care accident with my then 22 month old son, I had surgery, hospital stay, whirlpool therapy on my arm that was split to the bone. This was followed over the next 5 years with multiple pain procedures such as epidurals and nerve blocks, shoulder surgery, foot surgery, hand surgery. I have had glass coming out of my left arm for 10 years and have pain daily from the nerve damage as well as the 2 herniated disc in my back.
I went back to school to get my BSN while working full time. I went on to finish my MSN/ED while working full time and complete ting my dossier for International Adoption. During that time 2 co-workers went out with cancer, one died, an instructor from another department killed himself and children. I took nursing students to the hospital (that is enough to take 10 years off your life).
I left that job, worked home health going into very interesting places, found out my lawyer from the above car accident took our money, and prepared for a trip to china.
I faced a of my fears at once in China: long air travel, germs, no seat belts, strange foods, and brought back our very busy B. I thought I was getting shingles then, but they never "blossomed".
I handled the unknowns with her medical condition: seizures, test, surgery.
Yet 16 weeks teaching middleschoolers and I have shingles. I diagnossed them Christmas Eve and went to the doctor for meds, they (the NP) told me no way they are not shingles take some Motrin and use ice on my torn cartilage in the ribs.
The pain got worse, the itching got worse. I went back to the doctor's office (12/30). I have shingles and I am started on meds, a little late for it to be effective, but I did get pain meds this time.
My diagnoses are usually right, whether you have appendicitis, a sinus infection, the flu, your septic (my husband during the year of many hurricanes) so when I am not listened to it is very frustrating. I am very grumpy.
I had a rollover care accident with my then 22 month old son, I had surgery, hospital stay, whirlpool therapy on my arm that was split to the bone. This was followed over the next 5 years with multiple pain procedures such as epidurals and nerve blocks, shoulder surgery, foot surgery, hand surgery. I have had glass coming out of my left arm for 10 years and have pain daily from the nerve damage as well as the 2 herniated disc in my back.
I went back to school to get my BSN while working full time. I went on to finish my MSN/ED while working full time and complete ting my dossier for International Adoption. During that time 2 co-workers went out with cancer, one died, an instructor from another department killed himself and children. I took nursing students to the hospital (that is enough to take 10 years off your life).
I left that job, worked home health going into very interesting places, found out my lawyer from the above car accident took our money, and prepared for a trip to china.
I faced a of my fears at once in China: long air travel, germs, no seat belts, strange foods, and brought back our very busy B. I thought I was getting shingles then, but they never "blossomed".
I handled the unknowns with her medical condition: seizures, test, surgery.
Yet 16 weeks teaching middleschoolers and I have shingles. I diagnossed them Christmas Eve and went to the doctor for meds, they (the NP) told me no way they are not shingles take some Motrin and use ice on my torn cartilage in the ribs.
The pain got worse, the itching got worse. I went back to the doctor's office (12/30). I have shingles and I am started on meds, a little late for it to be effective, but I did get pain meds this time.
My diagnoses are usually right, whether you have appendicitis, a sinus infection, the flu, your septic (my husband during the year of many hurricanes) so when I am not listened to it is very frustrating. I am very grumpy.
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