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Flooding, Urgent Care, and sharks…oh my!

So our much needed vacation was…well…a trip to remember. My husband thought traveling on a plane with two young kids would be a nightmare so he decided a 14 hour drive to the beach was a good idea! What do you think? Are you laughing already? Our trip felt more like a comedy of errors. You name it, we had it.

It was a record 13″ rainfall our first night at the beach. The waves were crashing under our house. I felt like we were going to be washed away into the ocean. I have never begged God to make it stop so many times…he had other things to do apparently because it led to coastal flooding and this Momma needing a Valium! We were flooded into our house for the first few days. No big deal right, family bonding time. In a way it was kind of nice. Things didn’t look up just yet.

The third day we could finally get out, hooray! Except it was still cold, rainy, and windy. No beach time. That’s good because Urgent Care would be our next field trip. You may not know that Lil, my seven month old has asthma. Many calls back and forth to her pediatrician. Two prescriptions, breathing treatments, and an Urgent Care visit may get us to the fourth or fifth day of our trip.

I won’t drag this out. In a nutshell…28 total hours of driving, two of ten days of good weather, coastal flooding, Urgent Care, and sharks oh my.

It was so relaxing (sarcasm)!

Alas, we did have those little cherished moments that surprise you when everything else seems to be going wrong. The awe, wonder, and excitement of a child experiencing things for the first time.

These are some of our more cherished moments.

Our first day of no rain that we could enjoy the beach. After this, Bigs went into a warm tub of water to get rid of his blue lips because it was so cold and windy.

Bigs was amazed by the bubbles.

Admiring the cool crabs.

Catching and eating cool crab! Yum!

Little did we know Bigs hat was foreshadowing. We really were swimming with the sharks in ankle deep water!

Husband caught said shark. He may not look very big but those teeth look plenty sharp to me!

The classic sibling photo at the beach. Lil had enough at this point. She was no longer amused!

My sweet babies!

Sun, Sand, and Water…Not exactly

This is our first vacation as a family of four. We have desperately needed time away to decompress and reconnect. We chose the closest beach we could reach in a day’s drive. Our brilliant plan was to drive through the night so the children could sleep peacefully in their carseats. Ha, when you have kids nothing is ever that simple.

We made it out of town right at the kid’s bedtime. For the two of us to do anything on time is a miracle. Going good so far, just as planned…not quite. We made it about fifteen minutes down the road before pulling off the highway to feed Lil. Only ten minutes of crying and both kids are asleep.

We made it out of town right at the kid’s bedtime. For the two of us to do anything on time is a miracle. Going good so far, just as planned…not quite. We made it about fifteen minutes down the road before pulling off the highway to feed Lil. Only ten minutes of crying and both kids are asleep.

Around 6 a.m. the babies started to stir and show their disapproval. Our McDonalds pit stop for food and diaper changes turned into a two hour camp out. We were off to a great start! Between broken changing tables, 4 diaper changes, pumping in the car, two very tired parents, and all while crammed in to the front seat. The highlight for me was probably the two different guys hanging out in the McD’s parking lot while I’m trying to pump. Trust me gentleman you do not want to see these udders attached to a pump. It is not a pretty sight…I’m not sure nipples were meant to stretch that far. Also, if I have to hear my husband sing “Express Yourself” one more time while I’m pumping there will be a throw down!

Just when we thought the trip couldn’t get any awful/funnier we stopped for lunch. We realize Lil has had a twenty wipe blowout diaper. My husband encouraged me to place the diaper under the car so it would not stink up the vehicle until we were finished with lunch. If anyone saw me do this, I swear we threw the diaper in the trash later.

Between Bigs crying, throwing his food, and Lil pulling honey mustard into my lap, great times were had by all! Sorry Ruby Tuesday staff for the disaster we left in our wake. Now on to Walmart for food and supplies. Ten minutes into our shopping excursion, the fire alarm goes off. This isn’t any normal fire alarm. It is the loudest screeching we’ve ever heard! We had to cover the kids ears. Well isn’t this just perfect. I mean the trip has already been so relaxing let’s throw a fire alarm in. You’d think the staff knew how to shut it off…and you thought wrong. So while waiting for the security company to shut the fire alarm off the four of us had to hang out on the front stoop of Walmart. Really, how hard can it be.

Finally, we get to the office where we pick up our house key! Still raining by the way. The owners explain to us about coastal flooding. Sure, why not, throw in some thunderstorms and coastal flooding.

It had rained all day and they anticipated the thunderstorm through the night would cause some flooding issues. Ok, well let’s just say in a nutshell that I have never been more terrified of a thunderstorm in my life. Not just any thunderstorm…the heavens opened up and let us know they were extremely pissed off. I thought we were going to float away into the ocean.


We may not be able to get out for awhile with the record 13 inches of rain in 24 hours.

So, this is the start to our relaxing beach getaway. Come on man!

Sibling Love

Two babies so close together can be difficult. Fortunately, I don’t know any different. There are days when I wonder if I can drag myself through. Every inch of my body and brain is just tired and beat up. We all have those days as mothers, where you feel like you have been thoroughly put through the ringer in every way.

On this day, Bigs was extremely grumpy. He was being very jealous of Lil and making sure I knew about it by screaming, throwing things, and generally just trying my patience.

Really?!? Is it going to be like this all day. This is one of those days where I could have run down the street crying.

Then… something amazing happened…

A moment between the kids I hadn’t seen before. Bigs walked over to his sister and sat beside her to watch Thomas. What happened next brought tears to my eyes. It’s like they had this moment of him telling her he’d always protect her and she knew it to be true. In this moment, my heart felt overwhelmed with love for my little babies. Seeing the interaction and tenderness between the two of them is just incomparable. It’s nothing we taught them, just the natural compassion in there sweet little hearts.

My big brother!

Thank you! Thank you for allowing me to have these blessings in my life every day! Moments like this make all the hard stuff disappear.

Let’s Get Planting

It’s that time again, and I’m so excited. This weekend we had beautiful weather. We could finally think about planting. Weather is crazy though, we then had freezing temperatures two days later. It felt so good to be outside weeding my vegetable garden. Yes, I really did say that. I had two summers in a row of being very pregnant in 100 degree weather. I don’t mind being crouched down in my garden sweating it out, 40 pounds lighter.

I grew up in the country and we had a huge vegetable garden. We either ate our vegetables fresh or canned them to have through the winter. Gardening is something I thoroughly enjoy. I also think it will be good for the kids to learn how to plant something and watch it grow. There is nothing better than fresh vegetables and herbs from the garden. So, I thought I’d share our first enjoyable weekend working outside.

Ok, nice weather equals cute spring outfits for the trip to the plant store. I had so much fun with Bigs. He was modeling for the camera. His whole outfit was from Target. Really, that place is taking all my money.

We always overdo it with the plants. We overfilled our cart and had to get a trailer for our trees. The drought last year wasn’t friendly to our trees in the back yard.

Bigs thinks he can move the wheelbarrow with the tree. What a little helper he has become. It was really amusing watching his frustration that he couldn’t move it.

So, this was my garden when I started to weed two weeks ago. I never thought I would see the end. This was the worst it has ever been.

Finally, finally, finally I see dirt! It took me way to long but I am much closer to planting. I still need to till and fill with more of my magic growing dirt which I’ll post later. Hooray!

Congenital Hypothyroidism: Letter To My Daughter

LETTER TO MY LITTLE GIRL
WRITTEN SEPTEMBER 26, 2012

To my sweet little girl… On Monday, September 17th, your Daddy and I showed up at the hospital to give birth to you. We didn’t know what we were having but were pretty convinced you would be our second boy. To our shock and amazement, our sweet doctor said you were a girl. We all cried tears of joy that you were finally here safe and sound. We had a couple scares during pregnancy but we made it to your due date. We were so happy to finally name a baby girl. You were so beautiful with a full head of dark hair and gray blue eyes. Your temp was low and you had a broken clavicle but we were able to take you home the next day. You were such a great baby.

On Friday, September 21st, at 4:06 pm I got a call I will never forget. I was in the glider nursing you and your Pediatrician called. She started to say words like blood work, abnormalities, and Congenital Hypothyroidism. I’m sorry, what did you say? I was in shock, and couldn’t grasp what she was telling me. All I could do was look down at you and think, this isn’t possible. This isn’t possible for anything to be wrong with my beautiful little angel. I had to have her repeat everything to your Daddy because I just couldn’t process it.

They had gotten your bloodwork back from the hospital and realized that your thyroid numbers were not in the normal range. Your thyroid was either not working or working very little. They believed you had Congenital Hypothyroidism. She said to take you to the hospital immediately to have your blood retested. By the time we arrived at the hospital we were terrified in to silence. From the things your pediatrician had told us and what we read on the internet we learned how devastating this diagnosis could be. Congenital hHpothyroidism is the leading cause of mental retardation in babies. These babies wouldn’t develop mentally or physically. How is this possible…?

My heart broke for you as you cried getting your blood drawn. You were so tiny and precious. While we were in the lab, we received another phone call from your Pediatrician. She had already called Childrens Hospital and spoken to a Pediatric Endocrinologist. I was told you were to start medication immediately. They sent us for blood work just as a formality. Your numbers were so bad that you probably didn’t have a thyroid at all. You were to take two pills tonight, two in morning, two the next day and one everyday for the rest of your life. Your blood would need to be drawn on a regular basis to make sure that your levels stayed in the correct area. Was this happening? I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This was just a bad dream. We had never heard of Congenital Hypothyroidism.

We were heartbroken. We were devastated. You would have to take this medication for the rest of your life. Your Pediatrician was reassuring that since it was found early it was manageable. Getting the medication quickly and taking it consistently was key. If you didn’t get this medication your brain wouldn’t develop, your growth may be hindered, it was dire. Hours, days, weeks matter with this diagnosis and receiving medication.

You started medication on the fourth day of your precious tiny life. It was hard to grasp that one pill every day was so critically important to your development. One pill could completely change your life.

It is an unbearable pain to know that something is wrong with our precious little baby and we can’t solve it. We can’t make it go away. We love you so much and it breaks our heart when we hold you in our arms, look at you, and know we are helpless. We have given you a pill everyday since. We have your blood drawn again next week to see if the medicine is working and we have an appointment with the Pediatric Endocrinologist in a few weeks. We are holding our breath and worried sick until then, hoping that your meds are working.

I am so, so, sorry we can’t fix this. I am so sorry that we can’t make it go away. We love you so much and you have brought such joy to our lives in just the nine days you’ve been with us. You are our precious baby girl. Please, please let the meds be working…

Sticky Fingers

So, I was feeling brave. I was going to attempt to take both babies shopping. It’s quite exhausting hauling two 24 pounds babies in and out of the car. Yes, they weigh the same. Even more frustrating is trying to maneuver a double stroller around the racks. It’s not always easy fitting through the doors either.

Our shopping trip started off at Target. That place will be my financial down fall. We successfully managed to do returns, which I usually try to do without the two babies in tow. We did great and even managed to grab a couple goodies. You see what I’m saying, cha ching! We made it out unscathed.

I’m feeling pretty good, feeling even more brave. Maybe we could head to the mall. So, more returns for Children’s Place. We had a close call at Children’s Place with a near melt down from both Bigs and Lil. The only way to solve this is trying to look at clothes with one hand and continuously push and pull the stroller in place with the other. Yes, we are quite an amusing site. Since they seemingly calmed down, I had an obvious lapse in judgement and decided to push my luck.

Maybe, just maybe, I could run in and out of Victoria’s Secret. I really need a new bathing suit. I’ve not had a nice suit in a couple years being pregnant. If I had a hot suit then maybe I would feel like the old me again. You know, instead of the Mom who never gets out of her work out clothes, and that’s not because I’m working out! The girls also need extra support these days with breastfeeding, and I thought Victoria’s Secret would be the best choice for that situation. I quickly realized there weren’t many options at Victoria’s Secret. I really don’t need the 2 inches of padding…I would then look like Dolly Parton. Ok, now we have officially hit our limit. Lil has informed me that she is no longer falling for the pushing and pulling the stroller in place.

On our way to the mall exit, I spot a very colorful Maxi dress in the front window of a store. Well, I couldn’t pass that up could I. Obviously, I was still in my dumb fog and thought I could run in, grab it, pay, and then get the hell out of dodge.

I speedily wheeled my Bjorn through the entrance when I hear a beep, beep, beep. What the …? I look around and nope, only me. I looked at the store associate and said, well I guess that was me. With a puzzled and fascinated look she was glancing back and forth between me and Bigs. She then said, well he’s got something in his hands. What! I head around to the front of the stroller, and sure enough Bigs, now a.k.a sticky fingers was holding something teal. What in the world is that!?! Yes, you guessed it, Bigs had snagged a teal bathing suit bottom from Victoria’s Secret. Guess he thought I would look good in teal. Funnily enough, No alarm went off upon exit of the Victoria’s Secret store.

I hurriedly ran my crying babies, double stroller booty to the opposite end of the mall to return the stolen merchandise. I repeatedly apologized to the high school age associate for my son nabbing a teal bikini bottom… and chewing off the tag.

Bigs will now be known as Sticky Fingers and will not be going in to VS with me ever again.

Let it be her Daddy’s big head!

As I rocked my sweet girl to sleep tonight, I looked at her precious face and just wanted to cry. Why…why does such a little person have so many health problems. Adults should be the only ones that have to deal with health issues. It’s not really fair for her to have all this on her plate.

Friday she gets an ultrasound on her head. Lil’s doctor became a bit more concerned last visit since her head size has continually gotten larger. She was always above the curve but following it…until now.

I don’t feel that anything is wrong. As a mother you always think you will know. Unfortunately, I never expected her diagnosis at four days old or the Asthma diagnosis last week. She’s to small, to innocent…give her a break. She is developmentally where she should be at this point. That is something we were scared we would never be able to say.
Children are so innocent and so trusting. I wish I could wave my mommy magic wand and make her problems go away! Oh, how I wish I could. No more doctors and diagnosis.

Please, just let it be her Daddy’s big head.
Please…