its been a little bit since my last post because i just havent been up to posting... my plate is beginning to get a little full... i feel like my list of things to do is just getting longer and longer! mike and i are on "vacation" next week so hopefully i can get caught up! i am also looking forward to spending some quality time around the house with my boys!
first item today-
Chloe Evans... my friends baby that i was going to go see in the NICU as of last post. The entire day before going up to see misti and the baby i was so excited i could hardly contain myself. I was going to finally be able to set foot into the Childrens Hospital AND go into the NICU! Working on a telmentry floor the majority of my patients are 70+ years old... and i just feel that my calling in the nursing field is to the little patients. So about an house before i was to go up to see Chloe i recieved a terrible phone call from my friend Jessica. She just got word that baby Chloe wasnt going to make it.... completely speechless. This trip to the hospital was one that was not exciting but one that I was truely going to dread. Seeing Chloe for the first and last time was one of the hardest things as a mom (thus far) to expierence. She was like a doll... so pretty, so perfect. Nothing even apeared to be wrong. Misti and Donnie were told that little Chloe suffered from extreme shock from the accident. Her lungs and kidneys were not functioning and results from an EEG showed no brain activity. I still decorated her bed as planned and tried to offer misti and donnie my condolences. They said goodbye to their sweet baby the next day at 4p.m. May God Bless their family. Im not really sure how you pick up from that. How do you go on after loosing a child? I once felt my heart actually hurt after loosing someone special to me... The pain must feel 10x greater... Her funeral was as beautiful as she was. She looked like a doll. She was in a beautiful dress and was layed to rest in a tiny pink casket... thats all i can do for now. ill update later, i just cant keep typing. im praying for your family misti.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
different person-ality
Today when i was vacuuming and I saw a VERY distinct difference in my boys. When Parker was little I had to turn on the TV, surrounded him in his stuffed animals and vacuum a good distance away from him. Eventually i he would freak out and I would end up holding him anyway.
Today however, that was not the case... for Jackson that is. After speed crawling after me to a room he actually began to chase the vacuum as it went back and forth over the carpet. At one point I tested his braveness by pushing the vacuum right toward him. He grabbed it and laughed! There have been suttle differences in my boys, but this was one that really stuck out.
Sooo, i think ive decided im going to end every post with a ME article.. theres always something i want to get off my chest or share (with no one at this point) but im so busy talking about the boys i never get around to it...
.:*~/\/\e~*:.
so what is a good way to obtain/regain motivation when i come home from work? i work 3 12's, so by the time i pick up the boys, bathe them, put them to bed, slightly pick up the house, eat dinner, and lay everything out for me the next day... im pooped!! i usually can sqeeze in an hour of -me- time but if i get that hour that means nothing else gets done. Bills, laundry,dishes, etc.. just sit there. When i work its almost like my house has to take a 3 day time out. i wish there was a way i could regain motivation to clean for 30 minutes and only have 30 minutes of -me- time.. but then i get wrapped up in thigs like blogging.
anyway plans for tomorrow after work- going to see an old friend from work in the hospital. Her and her unborn child, 36weeks, were in a car wreck. Misti had to have an emergency c-section and delivered chloe unexpectedly. chloe is getting better, but not as fast as they would like.. from what i understand she is still having a hard time with her kidneys and lungs. May God bless that family and the other driver. What guilt he will have to live with if this baby doesnt pull through!
One of my best friends got an internship at the St. Francis Children's hospital for nursing school. Shes in the NICU the first part of it... im so jealous. I believe that being in health care is an unappreciated calling. I love my job (as a nurse aid) working with older adults, but i feel like i was called to do something child or baby related. Everyday i work i try to find a moment to sneak up to the baby floor to see the newborns. Today i was very lucky. there was a little boy placed right by the window. He was sleeping so soundly(they always do) His hair was a ashy blonde and it was perfectly combed to the side. There was also a baby girl who was getting a bottle and another baby girl in a baby case. She only weighed 3 pounds! When im up there no matter how stressful my day is, i feel at peace there in that window looking at the beginning of a new life. I can see down the hall of the St.johns NICU from my floor. im always looking down there to see if i can get a peek at a baby... but no luck as of yet. so i have to say i am looking forward to tomorrow. i bought a little pink decor for chloes bed and a journal for misti...I feel bad for being excited to go up there, but i want that peaceful feeling inside me. i want to go inside a place where i can feel the presence of God. The faith, hope, and love these parents, families, and even staff have for these babies you just cant help but believe in a higher power.
i could write all night about this... but its 10:20 and 5am is all too soon... goodnight.
Today however, that was not the case... for Jackson that is. After speed crawling after me to a room he actually began to chase the vacuum as it went back and forth over the carpet. At one point I tested his braveness by pushing the vacuum right toward him. He grabbed it and laughed! There have been suttle differences in my boys, but this was one that really stuck out.
Sooo, i think ive decided im going to end every post with a ME article.. theres always something i want to get off my chest or share (with no one at this point) but im so busy talking about the boys i never get around to it...
.:*~/\/\e~*:.
so what is a good way to obtain/regain motivation when i come home from work? i work 3 12's, so by the time i pick up the boys, bathe them, put them to bed, slightly pick up the house, eat dinner, and lay everything out for me the next day... im pooped!! i usually can sqeeze in an hour of -me- time but if i get that hour that means nothing else gets done. Bills, laundry,dishes, etc.. just sit there. When i work its almost like my house has to take a 3 day time out. i wish there was a way i could regain motivation to clean for 30 minutes and only have 30 minutes of -me- time.. but then i get wrapped up in thigs like blogging.
anyway plans for tomorrow after work- going to see an old friend from work in the hospital. Her and her unborn child, 36weeks, were in a car wreck. Misti had to have an emergency c-section and delivered chloe unexpectedly. chloe is getting better, but not as fast as they would like.. from what i understand she is still having a hard time with her kidneys and lungs. May God bless that family and the other driver. What guilt he will have to live with if this baby doesnt pull through!
One of my best friends got an internship at the St. Francis Children's hospital for nursing school. Shes in the NICU the first part of it... im so jealous. I believe that being in health care is an unappreciated calling. I love my job (as a nurse aid) working with older adults, but i feel like i was called to do something child or baby related. Everyday i work i try to find a moment to sneak up to the baby floor to see the newborns. Today i was very lucky. there was a little boy placed right by the window. He was sleeping so soundly(they always do) His hair was a ashy blonde and it was perfectly combed to the side. There was also a baby girl who was getting a bottle and another baby girl in a baby case. She only weighed 3 pounds! When im up there no matter how stressful my day is, i feel at peace there in that window looking at the beginning of a new life. I can see down the hall of the St.johns NICU from my floor. im always looking down there to see if i can get a peek at a baby... but no luck as of yet. so i have to say i am looking forward to tomorrow. i bought a little pink decor for chloes bed and a journal for misti...I feel bad for being excited to go up there, but i want that peaceful feeling inside me. i want to go inside a place where i can feel the presence of God. The faith, hope, and love these parents, families, and even staff have for these babies you just cant help but believe in a higher power.
i could write all night about this... but its 10:20 and 5am is all too soon... goodnight.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
precious moments
its amazing how a movie, show, or a series can really stir up your emotions and make you think about how precious life is.. Hollywood has gotten so good at getting you tied up into the show you find yourself rooting for the bad guy. The current series mike and i are watching is Prison Break. The main character and his brother break out of prison and are on the run trying to prove one brothers innocence. anyway long story short one of the other characters gets into trouble and pines over his wife and child and there well being... he recalls a time where he yelled at his daughter for something silly. He cries to his wife to tell his daughter how sorry he is and wants her to know how much he loves her...he said,"Tell her everyday..please... tell her everyday." i have to admit when my son got out of bed i held him and gave him a gummie bear... just held him. life is so precious and i pray that I will never take my family for granted. goodnight. God Bless.
Friday, June 4, 2010
sippie cup & not so sleepy-head
so its official... Jack is off the bottle! After seeing how well the little sippie cup with handles worked for cousin eli, we thought we'd give it a try! Jack took it right away and even took formula out of it... so come bedtime I gave him a cup rather than a bottle. He took it fine and we haven't used a bottle since! Im happy hes off the bottle but wish it could have been one week sooner. Last weekend i had my baby garage sale :-( any clothes, toys, jumpers, swings, or strollers for 9months and younger went! It would have been nice if my hundreds of bottles could have been included...
So on that note... im sure you are wondering why im getting rid of all my baby stuff. we are (probably) done having kids... Mike has his boys and we got soo lucky with the 2 we have. Unless I have a guarantee of having a girl I don't know that I want anymore.. We will discuss another child when its time to renew my bc in 4 1/2 years... so im guessing by then (hoping) the baby bug will not bite me! I'm really looking forward to putting Parker into soccer and starting school. Jack is at such a wonderful age but at the same time im anxious for him to walk! I just think im ready to be in the next stage with my kids, although there is NOTHING like holding a brand new baby!
so back on track.. My dear sweet Parker who has retired from sleeping.. finds every excuse in the entire world to get out of bed. So much so we have resulted to spanking.. (gasp) not what your thinking.. we arent expierenced spankers so i think its almost comical. We told Parker he could get up to go to the bathroom, but after that he would get a spanking everytime he got up. (People, the boy is staying up until midnight with excuses!) So tonight when he got out of bed the second time it, dad had to do the deed...mike asked me how.. lol. we explained the reason for it before hand and turned him over. one single pop.Dad's spankings are the equivalent of a clap. Parker cried for a second because we hurt his feelings (so obviously not his butt.) Anyway point of the whole thing.. i CANT get my three year old to follow any kind of directions-ever. I think this is just normal three year oldness but it makes me wonder how to explain things in a manner that he will grasp. However i cant leave the impression that my three year old is bad so here is something cute. Today we were eating lunch and he was talking about how much he missed his friend Izzy. He then said that he wanted to be married to her.. it made me smile ;-)
until next time bloggers
So on that note... im sure you are wondering why im getting rid of all my baby stuff. we are (probably) done having kids... Mike has his boys and we got soo lucky with the 2 we have. Unless I have a guarantee of having a girl I don't know that I want anymore.. We will discuss another child when its time to renew my bc in 4 1/2 years... so im guessing by then (hoping) the baby bug will not bite me! I'm really looking forward to putting Parker into soccer and starting school. Jack is at such a wonderful age but at the same time im anxious for him to walk! I just think im ready to be in the next stage with my kids, although there is NOTHING like holding a brand new baby!
so back on track.. My dear sweet Parker who has retired from sleeping.. finds every excuse in the entire world to get out of bed. So much so we have resulted to spanking.. (gasp) not what your thinking.. we arent expierenced spankers so i think its almost comical. We told Parker he could get up to go to the bathroom, but after that he would get a spanking everytime he got up. (People, the boy is staying up until midnight with excuses!) So tonight when he got out of bed the second time it, dad had to do the deed...mike asked me how.. lol. we explained the reason for it before hand and turned him over. one single pop.Dad's spankings are the equivalent of a clap. Parker cried for a second because we hurt his feelings (so obviously not his butt.) Anyway point of the whole thing.. i CANT get my three year old to follow any kind of directions-ever. I think this is just normal three year oldness but it makes me wonder how to explain things in a manner that he will grasp. However i cant leave the impression that my three year old is bad so here is something cute. Today we were eating lunch and he was talking about how much he missed his friend Izzy. He then said that he wanted to be married to her.. it made me smile ;-)
until next time bloggers
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