Monday, October 13, 2014

#asthmasucks







 



I've known Hendricks had asthma for awhile now. His pediatrician wouldn't say it until he had 5 instances in a year, but I think we all knew it to be true. A few weeks ago, Henry woke up with a clear, snotty nose. He acted fussy all day, and even took an unusually early/long nap. When he woke up, I knew something was wrong. I gave him a breathing treatment and then another, and nothing changed. When Dan got home from work, we took Henry to the ER. We thought they would give him some steroids, and a few heavy duty breathing treatments and send us home.
 They did a chest x-ray, took his blood, and gave him steroids along with five breathing treatments. He showed no improvement. At 4am, we were transferred to CHOC and admitted into their pediatric intensive care unit. I never worried about his life and was never really afraid, but I was sad for him. The entire experience was very traumatic and the fear in his eyes was heartbreaking. (We had gone through the same thing with Iris and I could not believe this was happening again). 
There are so many things I want to remember, like when he said, "Go to playground right now!" and how the nurses on the transport team gave him a teddy bear and played Frozen for him in the ambulance and how he held on to his sippy cup like it was a stuffed animal from home, never actually drinking from it, but never letting go and how at one point he threw his arms around me, and said "Love you, mama."
But what I mostly want to remember how close I felt to God. Through social media, I was able to ask for help... for prayers. We felt our friends and family praying for us. When I was alone, crying in our little room, I knew I wasn't alone. HE was with me. Our loved ones were with us. 
The last day, Hendricks ripped out his IV and really wanted to go for a walk. He was tied to a few machines, making this difficult. When he finally fell asleep, his oxygen saturation level dipped more than it should. Three times, the nurse was ready, cannula in hand, to give him oxygen again. If she did, we would have to stay another night. Three times, I prayed fervently for this not to happen, the last time I prayed out loud, laying hands on my son. His levels came up just enough, and they gave us the option to go home. We chose home because there is no place like it. 

Friday, September 26, 2014

Check Us Out!!

Almost three years after this kindergarten teacher taught her class a very "common core" math lesson, we are still making an impression (even if it is a little one)!
The How To Be a Dad blog shared our pregnancy announcement on his blog. Sooo fun!
Looking back at this blog post makes me a bit weepy. It's hard to believe Hendircks is already two and a half, and I will never be pregnant again (insert tears)!





Monday, September 22, 2014

Go Team Go!

 
 



 
 

Lilly decided she was through with dance classes after her last recital.  With a sigh and a silent good bye to that little girl who was so excited to be a vallerina, I signed her up for soccer at her request. Summer soccer camp was not all it was cracked up to be. BOYS were there! One in particular decided to kick his ball at the back of her calves daily and splash water on her. It was hot and there was a lot of running involved. When we told Lilly she would be starting on a soccer team in the fall, she was mad... really mad.
I never thought of myself as a pushy parent who needs to have her children be well rounded with athletic teams, piano lessons, music or drawing classes. I figured they would love something and that's what they would do. Problem solved.
I was not prepared for her to give up before she really started. We told her, she made a commitment to her new team (and her parents couldn't get their money back) and had to uphold that commitment until the season was over. At that time, if she still hated soccer, she wouldn't have to sign up for another season.
Lilly being Lilly, kept a record in her journal of days she liked soccer and days she hated it. She complained for the first few practices and even cheered a resounding, "YES!" with a fist pump when her coach put someone else in for her at her first game. She has been hit in the face with the ball, lost every game so far, and been kicked in the shins, but after what has seemed like a small miracle, she has more tallies under the like side of her soccer record sheet! Whew. We are so glad we had her stick to it. It has been a great lesson for our self taught reader at age four to realize that not everything comes easily, and sometimes we still have things to learn.


Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Frozen Sing-a-Long










 






We took the kids to the El Capitan Theater in Los Angeles last weekend. It was so much fun! Elsa came out on stage, it snowed bubbles, and we all sang along loudly. I got a bit weepy a few times. These moments make me realize just how precious time is. Since the kids were so well-behaved, and we never get downtown, Dan and I decided to visit the Grove after walking over to Grauman's Chinese Theatre. We ate lunch at the old Farmer's Market LA and the girls and I wanted to show Daddy just how magical the American Girl store is. I don't think he (or Henry) were very enchanted, but at least he got to see what all of the fuss is about. The girls showed him some things they want him to make for their dolls. On the way out, we picked up some famous Sprinkles cupcakes to enjoy after dinner that night. The day was a bit too much for the two littles, who passed out before we even got on the freeway. I call that a successful trip!


Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Back to School Decor & Ball Jar Caddie











Back to School is something to be celebrated. In this house, that means printing out posters and buntings found on Pinterest, taking out my old crayons (thanks, mom for saving them), and setting out vintage school supplies. This summer, I asked Dan to build a supply holder for Ball jars. We bought a new desk for the girls and I envisioned the caddie being a divider between the two work spaces.
Dan's creation knocked me off my feet. He is a true craftsman. His ability to transform wood into things of beauty is truly a talent, and his attention to detail is amazing. I love the way he coordinated the two different woods together. Too bad he has a full time job, three kids, a wife, and a lawn to mow. I'm sure he will be taking orders when he retires!