Friday, February 28, 2014

I'm Not Feeling At All Wordy

So because of that I'll give you this beautiful picture to enjoy:


Wednesday, February 19, 2014

I Wish I Had Slept More When I Was Younger

These Olympics have turned me into a cry baby.
I cry when someone gets the gold, I cry when I hear a story of success, I cry when someone misses out on their Olympic dream ... it's getting to the point where I'll be glad when the Olympics are over so that I can stop crying.

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Do you remember when I purchased a toddler bed for our little lady?
And she loved it?
That love lasted about a day before she refused to sleep unless she was in our bed - snuggled up to Jason or me.
It's sweet, your little girl wanting to sleep right next to you, until you've gone two or three weeks without getting more than a few hours of sleep.
I end up on the couch on a fairly regular basis - just to get a few hours of uninterrupted sleep.

I finally decided that Em didn't have enough room in her bed to move around as much as she likes to move.  So Jason and I moved her cute little toddler bed out to the garage and brought in a twin air mattress.  We filled it with air, put a sheet on it, and laid her down after she fell asleep.

It didn't work like I had planned - mostly because there isn't room for both Em and me on that twin mattress, at least not if I want to be even a little bit comfortable.
The twin mattress was exchanged for a full mattress...new sheets...again, and an egg shell foam mattress for added comfort - with an extra pillow just in case.

When Em came into my room about 3:00 this morning I picked her up and took her back to her room where we both laid down on the bed - which is incredibly comfortable - and snuggled until Em fell asleep.

I fell asleep too and at 5:00 this morning I moved back to my bed.  Our little miss stayed in her bed until 7:30!  I felt like a small miracle had occurred.  For the first time in months I could say that Em had spent the entire night in her own bed.


Within hours of posting her toddler bed on a yard sale page it sold.
I'm giving this mattress some time, but if it does the trick, our little lady will get her very own real live mattress.  Oh how happy will be that day!

I know, your life is better now that you know our latest sleep drama.

In other news, Emily had an MRI of her heart last week.



Emily doesn't have a pulmonary valve and because of that, she has significant blood leakage into her right ventricle.
The blood leakage causes that ventricle to enlarge, and the size of that ventricle will determine when Em will have her next surgery to put in an artificial pulmonary valve.
A normal ventricle size is 103.  Em's ventricle is currently 115.  We have until her ventricle measures 150 before she needs her next surgery.
Based on our cardiologist's experience, he thinks we may have two years before Emily needs her next surgery.

She has a stent in one of her pulmonary arteries, and because of that stent only one third of her blood flow goes to her left lung.  We will have to watch that really closely - if that stent narrows Em will need a cardiac catheter to balloon open that stent.

Overall it was a positive appointment, and we were so happy with the news.

Our little lady is a happy girl, full of mischief and love.  We simply adore her.



Thanks for checking in our little family.
Maybe I'll blog again soon ... maybe.



Monday, February 10, 2014

Knowledge Is Power

Have I ever told you the story of Baja, Mexico and the shower?

We went on a family vacation one winter to Baja, Mexico.
We drove - a big tan suburban.
Not too far into our journey we went over a bump and the back window shattered.

If you were driving on the highway between California and Baja, Mexico, we were the big tan suburban with a shower curtain duct taped to our back window.

I can think of three photos from our trip.
A shame really, because that trip was one of our most memorable vacations.

We stayed in a different place every night of our journey - and I wouldn't call any one of those places 'luxury' ... in fact, they were far from luxury.

They were all small, hole in the wall motels somewhere in the middle of Baja, Mexico, and usually we were all crammed into one room.
In one of the rooms I slept in a rocking chair - and every time I moved, the chair would bump into a plug that held on loosely in its outlet, causing a light to turn on and off, on and off, all night long.
I think that same room had water that smelled like rotten eggs.  None of us wanted to shower that night because of how bad the smell was.

One night we all tumbled into a hotel room cold, wind blown, and salty after spending a cloudy afternoon on the beach.
We were all anxious to shower.
My brother, the first to shower, came out with a shell shocked look on his face.
"The water is ice cold," he told us through chattering teeth.
One by one, all of my siblings and I endured the ice cold water - squealing and yelping as we felt the need.

My mom had resigned herself to waiting until the next hotel room to shower.

When my dad came out of the bathroom he was accompanied by steam.

"Val, the water is plenty hot.  You can shower," he told her.

We were outraged - appalled - in tears at the injustice.
Okay, we probably weren't in tears.

My dad had an advantage - he understood Mexico and the language.
While all of my siblings and I thought that 'C' meant cold...and that the other knob was just broken...
Dad knew that C stood for 'caliente.'

Hot.

We've all learned Spanish since then - mostly out of a need for self preservation on the chance that we ever sojourn to the Baja region of Mexico again.







Thursday, February 6, 2014

This Is How It Is



One of us sustained a back injury of the 'I think I'm young and agile enough to be playing basketball' variety and is currently on Lortab. 

Another of us is high from Clorox as a result of having to clean up after an unfortunate incident. 

And the littlest of us just wants to know if her parents have lost their minds. 

(Here's a hint if you can't figure out who is who: my broken elbow couldn't play basketball even if it wanted to.)

In spite of the madness, Em manages to have good hair. At least there's that.