March 19th, 2010
I’m still nursing a sick little girl back to health…of course you’d never really know she’s sick the way she’s running around here. Her face has finally returned to a reasonable palor and the rash is slowly subsiding. Thank God for Amoxicillan! So in leiu of a regular post, I will refer you to some posts that I have loved this week…
- Shaun Groves, who is perhaps one of my new favorite bloggers, wrote this post yesterday that made me want to stand up and clap my hands.
- My friend Nicole and her husband Matt surprised their kids the other night in a most unique way. It was adorable and I can’t wait to try it with our kids.
- I just love Stephanie from NieNie Dialogues. Her outlook on life despite almost insurmountable odds is awe inspiring. Plus her kids are adorable. This post made me smile.
- This post of Kelly’s made me laugh out loud. Girls Gone Wild at Church – hee, hee, hee…
I came across this old picture of Sloan the other day and it made me laugh. Happy weekend everyone!
March 18th, 2010
When Tia came home with a fever and a cough the other night, we didn’t worry much. We’ve been parents for awhile now so we’ve seen our share of fevers and coughs. And Tia, of all three kids, is the easiest patient to deal with. She rarely complains, she doesn’t let an illness keep her down and she almost always bounces back pretty quickly.
But this fever was different. First of all, her face was bright red. She looked like a tiny little beet sprouting white blonde hair. In addition to being bright red, her face was also very puffy. She was like a fluffy, doughy beet sprouting white blonde hair. When she woke up yesterday, her face was still puffy and hot. I assumed that she had gotten a little too much sun in Florida, but my mom assured me that she hadn’t had a sunburn. So then I feared she was having an allergic reaction – but what was she reacting to?
When she came into our room last night complaining of chest pain, she emanated heat. She was just shy of radioactive. So I did what any self-respecting mother would do…I consulted the internets – particularly Facebook – to determine whether or not I should be concerned. Thank God for modern technology yes? My cyber friends convinced me that I needed to call the doctor and despite the fact that Tia woke up with a very low grade fever and no more red face, I called it in.
She has Scarlett Fever…with Strep Throat. I suspected as much when I changed her this morning and she was covered in a sand paper-like rash. Sloan had the same type of rash when he had Scarlett Fever two years ago (almost to the day).
Tia had all the signs of Scarlett Fever and Strep…except the most obvious – a sore throat. I must have asked her 100 times if her throat hurt and she always told me no. But, she did say several times yesterday that her drink was “hurting her neck.” At one point she asked me why I gave her a spicy drink. I’m guessing this means her throat hurt while she swallowed. Crazy kid.
When the doctor looked at her throat, he winced and told me her throat was bright red and extremely raw. Way to go, Mom, for missing that one! Yeesh.
So we are now on antibiotics and on the look out for more rashes, fevers and raw throats as Scarlett Fever is apparently pretty contagious. So much for our long streak of no sickness. It was an impressive run that had to come to an end at some point…
March 16th, 2010
The kids have had a wonderful week down in Florida with their grandparents but, sadly, it ends today. I have to admit, we’ve also really enjoyed the relaxing week with just Landon at home. I know he’s bored out of his mind, but I’ve relished the quiet. But I’ve also missed my kiddos. Rather than wishing they were here with me, though, I’ve more longed to be there with them.
Sloan lost another tooth
Thank goodness the Tooth Fairy makes stops in Florida. And she leaves money in a seashell! Cool!
ROCK ON!!!
March 15th, 2010
We had a full weekend partying like it was 1999 with only one kid. I am only slightly exaggerating. When you’re married with three kids the term “party” takes on a whole new meeting. Just getting out of the house with makeup on could be considered “partying,” for example. Relaxing on the couch in a quiet house at 2:00 in the afternoon – PAR-TAY!
So yes, relatively speaking, we were partying this weekend. We even attended an actual party thrown by the lovely Kim, Jess and Gina. This meant that we had a real life babysitter and we hung out with a group of people (90% of which were significantly younger than Lee) and played games and ate food and laughed a whole dang lot.
Then came the time change. BAM-BAM-BAM. I have been reading this book and, while I will admit I got increasingly frustrated with the author’s long windedness and his perpetual overdescription of things that weren’t pertinent to the story itself (it sucks to be an editor sometimes…it can really ruin the book reading experience) the story was still engaging enough that I was able to skim past the boring parts and keep pace with the action. It was also engaging enough to keep me up until the wee hours of the morning.
So when I dragged myself out of bed Sunday morning, having lost not just one hour of sleep but multiple hours, I wasn’t feelin’ like the young hot mama that I actually am.
I was a little nauseous, a lot tired and running very late as I had to be at church early to prepare to sing up front with the choir. I got ready as fast as I could and rushed out the door like I do nearly every Sunday morning – without eating any breakfast.
When I arrived at church, I joined the choir on stage to warm up and prepare for service. I was exhausted, sluggish and increasingly nauseous. In the five minutes between rehearsal and the service, I took a long drink of water and tried to get my heavy eyelids to quit fighting me. Then service began and all was going well. There was a girl who had recently joined choir standing beside me and I enjoyed getting to know her and singing alongside her.
About halfway through the first set, I opened my eyes and noticed a rather sizable crowd rushing up the center isle to the aide of someone who had apparently passed out and, upon falling, had cracked his head open. We stopped the service so that he could be attended to and commenced in a little silent prayer time, which had been built into the service for that day anyway (how great is God?). It was at this time that I myself started feeling more than nauseous. I was light headed and starting to break out in a cold sweat.
I sat down to pray and put my head down which seemed to help. After a few minutes the paramedics arrived and while they were tending to the gentlman who fell, we began the service again. I stood up by my new friend and instantly knew I was in trouble. It started in the corners of my eyes. The room was going black. I took deep breaths and all I could think was Dear God please don’t let me pass out here in front of everyone while there are paramedics in the room.
Within seconds I knew I had to get out of there because I was going to hit the floor. Like a bad movie, the blackness closed in and I started to sway. I turned to my new best friend and heard her say with a bit of urgency, “Are you okay? You’re really white?”
And then it went completely black. I couldn’t see anything at all. And I was going to crumble. She grabbed my arm and walked me to the stage door, which mercifully wasn’t far because we were stading on the end. I ran into the door because I couldn’t see anything at all and made it backstage before I fell. She dragged me to the couch and pushed my head between my legs. About thirty seconds later the blackness finally faded away and I could see again. And a mixture of mortification and gratefulness set in. I was mortified because I blacked out on stage. I was grateful because not many people noticed thanks to this girl’s quick reaction. Ah! I would have been devastatingly humiliated had I hit the floor on stage.
A friend sitting in the congregation saw her lead me off stage and came back to check on me, then set off to find something for me to eat. She found two pieces of Kraft American cheese which had a bad case of rigor mortis, but I ate them anyway and gulped down some water and tried to get the fuzzy feeling in my head to go away.
After sitting down for about 30 minutes, I did manage to go out and finish singing with the choir, but it took several hours for me to feel totally right again. I’ve never had anything like that happen to me before (other than, you know, after having my blood drawn or a shot…ahem) and I can’t think of any reason as to why it happened yesterday other than apparently extreme fatigue coupled with low blood sugar were not a good combination.
Another possible reason was mentioned to me by more than one person and I know some of you are thinking that yourself with eyebrows raised. Let me spare you the speculation…I do remember passing out two or three times when I was pregnant with Tia so I know that is a possibility, however slim that may be. But there have been signs that lead me to believe that that, indeed, is not the case.
And just to be sure, I took a test. And I’m not pregnant so nobody go gettin’ all excited unless you want to rejoice with me that I’m not pregnant. You can do a happy dance with me…
All I know is that while it was definately bizarre and embarrassing, it could have been terribly mortifying. The whole morning was just a little bizarre. And with that, I will head off to eat a little breakfast!
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