Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Update!!
Praise the Lord! Tegan has been doing nothing but improving this week. Her breathing is much better and she is off the medication now. It's amazing how God watches over his children:)
TEGAN
Here is Tegan this week. Her favorite thing at Gramma's is the buffalo rug cause it's soooo cozy!
And another pic of Rachel..she spent the week bonding with my girls and had some real breakthroughs with Addison,. Isn't that right Rachel?
And another pic of Rachel..she spent the week bonding with my girls and had some real breakthroughs with Addison,. Isn't that right Rachel?
ADDISON
Here are some updates of Addison! She's been enjoying her stay at Gramma's...her MOST FAVORITE is the pool:) She would stay all day if we let her.
The other chick in red lipstick is Daniel's brother's fiancee Rachel. Congratulations Rachel and Justin!
The other chick in red lipstick is Daniel's brother's fiancee Rachel. Congratulations Rachel and Justin!
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Mothers' Worst Nightmare
This is a sad post, but don't worry, it gets happy at the end.
On Thursday afternoon we experienced what no parent should ever have to, but many do unfortunately:(
Tegan and Addison had been napping for an hour or so when I walked down the hall to go to the bathroom. I could hear Tegan making little noises from my bedroom like she was waking up, so I opened the door and turned on the light to get her. Instead of a smiling baby I found her with her blanket pulled over her face and when I moved it, she was blue and had spit up all over and couldn't get a breath. It took me a minute to realize what was happening,.At first I thought that if I just washed her face she would be fine, but when she still didn't breathe, I realized it was bad. I must have been in some sort of denial...it's so hard to think that it was actually happening! Frantically, I called 911, but I was sure they weren't going to make it because we are 30 minutes out and she still didn't seem to be breathing. They told me to lay her on her side and rub her back and try to get her to respond to me. I couldn't to CPR because she was breathing a little and her heart was beating, so all I could to was wait. I called the neighbor to go find Daniel and they got here about 15 minutes before the ambulance. When the paramedics came in, they put her right on oxygen and it helped her breathe better right away. For the rest of the night they took tests in the hospital to see if there was an underlying cause. They determined that she had just pulled up her blanket and when she spat up it had nowhere to go, so she inhaled it. They kept her on an IV until today, Saturday, and they figure she should be okay now. We got home this afternoon and are keeping Tegan on antibiotics and keeping a close eye on her, but she should make a full recovery I feel so bad, because I thought I was always so careful with blankets, just wrapping them under her armpits, never by her face, but she still got it up to her face.
We want to thank everyone for their prayers. As everything was happening, we could feel the power of God and see how fast he was working miracles in our angel. She recoverd very fast and had no swelling of her brain or anything. We are so blessed.
I'll keep my blog updated on her condition, but she's looking great so far.
I managed to snap a couple pics in the hospital this morning when she was happier. The bandage on her hand is a splint so she couldn't bend her wrist and take out the IV. She just thought it was a great textured chew toy:)
On Thursday afternoon we experienced what no parent should ever have to, but many do unfortunately:(
Tegan and Addison had been napping for an hour or so when I walked down the hall to go to the bathroom. I could hear Tegan making little noises from my bedroom like she was waking up, so I opened the door and turned on the light to get her. Instead of a smiling baby I found her with her blanket pulled over her face and when I moved it, she was blue and had spit up all over and couldn't get a breath. It took me a minute to realize what was happening,.At first I thought that if I just washed her face she would be fine, but when she still didn't breathe, I realized it was bad. I must have been in some sort of denial...it's so hard to think that it was actually happening! Frantically, I called 911, but I was sure they weren't going to make it because we are 30 minutes out and she still didn't seem to be breathing. They told me to lay her on her side and rub her back and try to get her to respond to me. I couldn't to CPR because she was breathing a little and her heart was beating, so all I could to was wait. I called the neighbor to go find Daniel and they got here about 15 minutes before the ambulance. When the paramedics came in, they put her right on oxygen and it helped her breathe better right away. For the rest of the night they took tests in the hospital to see if there was an underlying cause. They determined that she had just pulled up her blanket and when she spat up it had nowhere to go, so she inhaled it. They kept her on an IV until today, Saturday, and they figure she should be okay now. We got home this afternoon and are keeping Tegan on antibiotics and keeping a close eye on her, but she should make a full recovery I feel so bad, because I thought I was always so careful with blankets, just wrapping them under her armpits, never by her face, but she still got it up to her face.
We want to thank everyone for their prayers. As everything was happening, we could feel the power of God and see how fast he was working miracles in our angel. She recoverd very fast and had no swelling of her brain or anything. We are so blessed.
I'll keep my blog updated on her condition, but she's looking great so far.
I managed to snap a couple pics in the hospital this morning when she was happier. The bandage on her hand is a splint so she couldn't bend her wrist and take out the IV. She just thought it was a great textured chew toy:)
A day in the life
So our kids just seem to get goofier and have more attitude everyday. most of the time I love it, but sometimes it can be a little irritating or even embarassing, like the other day when Addison threw her first ever temper tantrum in Walmart! I had just paid and was asking her to come get her coat on and she calmly said "non"(No in her language). I asked her again. She screamed a little and threw her soother across the floor. I asked her to go pick it up, which she did grudgingly:) I asked her to come get her coat on. In the middle of the aisle by customer service, she knelt, and then laid in a full face down position and started crying. Maybe she was trying to hide??:) So I picked her up and told her firmly that behavior like that was unacceptable ( think she understood?) and while she cried I put her coat on and carried her out...slightly more embarassed than when I arrived....
Here are some pics of when her attitude is fun, like when she is sharing a snack with mommy:)
And here's a pic of Tegan's mini 'tude...just waiting to blossom:)
Here are some pics of when her attitude is fun, like when she is sharing a snack with mommy:)
And here's a pic of Tegan's mini 'tude...just waiting to blossom:)
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
For all you Mothers!!
I found this on the net and thought it was cute and, lets face it, sooo true:) Enjoy!!!
A Field Guide to Mothers
I have often wondered, during those rare times that I manage to go out in public without my children, if I bear some distinguishing mark that identifies me as a mother. Certainly, I must exhibit some characteristics unique to all mothers, regardless of age or income level. As a bird watcher looks for an unusual crest, or listens carefully for a certain songbird's call, could not a mother watcher locate a women with children, even if she did not have her children with her?
Carrying this one step further, I began to develop the theory that not only can one recognize a mothers, but can identify the various states of motherhood that the particular mother might be in. On this premise I have created the following field guide for recognizing North American Mothers.
Onno and Marieke Bruin.
Hatchling Mother - birth to 6 months: She may, while standing in line at the grocery store, gently bounce a 25-pound sack of potatoes on her hip in order to keep them entertained. She may, upon hearing someone else's baby cry, cross her arms across her chest to stop the involuntary milk let down reflex. She is likely to have mastered the ability to pick things up with her feet without interrupting the ritual baby dance. She will undoubtedly exhibit the universal signs of new motherhood: dark circles under her eyes, and a spit up stain down the back of her left shoulder. An examination of her purse contents will reveal baby Anbesol, Tylenol with the dropper top, the pediatrician's office, beeper and home phone numbers, a two-week-old list of things to do (still undone), a few birth announcements that have not been addressed and a large bottle of extra strength Tylenol for herself.
Nestling Mother - 6 to 12 months: She can be picked out of a crowed by looking for a woman who double ties her shoes, smells faintly of diaper wipes and apple juice, and has one arm much stronger than the other. She will jump to catch any falling object she might see out of the corner of her eye, and will have it in her hand before she even realizes she reached for it. An examination of her purse contests will reveal a set of brightly colored plastic keys, a slightly crushed package of crackers from a previous salad bar trip, the contests of her wallet strewn all over the place, a pair of bent sunglasses and a large bottle of extra strength Tylenol.
Fledgling Mother - 12 to 24 months: She will exhibit a vocabulary rich in two-syllable words. A seemingly intelligent woman will suddenly need to use the "potty" or show you a "boo boo." She will be the one who looks around anxiously when someone else's child calls, "Mommy!" At the end of the day, she falls into bed exhausted and goes "night-night." In her purse is a crayon fragment, a half-chewed bite of the grocery store's free daily sample, a plastic block and a large bottle of extra strength Tylenol.
Juvenile Mother - 2 to 5 years: The tell tale characteristics include a cartoon character Band-Aid on her finger, a ketchup-colored hand print streaked across her sleeves and legs that haven't seen a razor any time recently. She will have a grateful smile when the stranger next to her in line has their 2 year old clinging to one leg screaming, "I want it!" While driving down the highway, she may appear to be talking loudly to herself. Closer inspection reveals one or more full car seats in the back of the car. She is probably singing "The Wheels on the Bus" with gusto. Her purse contains Band-Aids, Neosporin, a straw, a Barbie shoe or a Hot Wheels car, candy, a checkbook covered with a child's artistic renderings and a large bottle of extra strength Tylenol.
Mature Mother - 6 to 12 years: She crosses to the other side of the mall and quickens her speed when a toy store is spotted. Her grocery store cart will contain three packages of family-size hotdogs, a case of Spagettios, four boxes or cereal and three gallons of milk. Savvy about the appropriate value of a lost tooth when placed beneath a pillow, she will also be the one who can help when a stranger asks, "Does anyone have some tissue?" This mother may only appear to be by herself. Look closely. Her child is probably 10 steps behind her, trailing her in anguished embarrassment trying desperately to appear alone. The contests of her purse include a permissions slip (due yesterday), a wilted flower, a Gameboy cartridge and a large bottle of extra strength Tylenol.
When using this field guide it is important to remember that a mother can only be spotted during these special seasons in her life, and once completely mature will probably blend back into society. Her migratory routes through Toys R Us and K-Mart will cease, and the basic functions of speech and concentration will return. Her final challenge is convincing her brood to leave the nest. Depending on the migratory habits of her offspring, this could take anywhere from 18 to 36 years.
A Field Guide to Mothers
I have often wondered, during those rare times that I manage to go out in public without my children, if I bear some distinguishing mark that identifies me as a mother. Certainly, I must exhibit some characteristics unique to all mothers, regardless of age or income level. As a bird watcher looks for an unusual crest, or listens carefully for a certain songbird's call, could not a mother watcher locate a women with children, even if she did not have her children with her?
Carrying this one step further, I began to develop the theory that not only can one recognize a mothers, but can identify the various states of motherhood that the particular mother might be in. On this premise I have created the following field guide for recognizing North American Mothers.
Onno and Marieke Bruin.
Hatchling Mother - birth to 6 months: She may, while standing in line at the grocery store, gently bounce a 25-pound sack of potatoes on her hip in order to keep them entertained. She may, upon hearing someone else's baby cry, cross her arms across her chest to stop the involuntary milk let down reflex. She is likely to have mastered the ability to pick things up with her feet without interrupting the ritual baby dance. She will undoubtedly exhibit the universal signs of new motherhood: dark circles under her eyes, and a spit up stain down the back of her left shoulder. An examination of her purse contents will reveal baby Anbesol, Tylenol with the dropper top, the pediatrician's office, beeper and home phone numbers, a two-week-old list of things to do (still undone), a few birth announcements that have not been addressed and a large bottle of extra strength Tylenol for herself.
Nestling Mother - 6 to 12 months: She can be picked out of a crowed by looking for a woman who double ties her shoes, smells faintly of diaper wipes and apple juice, and has one arm much stronger than the other. She will jump to catch any falling object she might see out of the corner of her eye, and will have it in her hand before she even realizes she reached for it. An examination of her purse contests will reveal a set of brightly colored plastic keys, a slightly crushed package of crackers from a previous salad bar trip, the contests of her wallet strewn all over the place, a pair of bent sunglasses and a large bottle of extra strength Tylenol.
Fledgling Mother - 12 to 24 months: She will exhibit a vocabulary rich in two-syllable words. A seemingly intelligent woman will suddenly need to use the "potty" or show you a "boo boo." She will be the one who looks around anxiously when someone else's child calls, "Mommy!" At the end of the day, she falls into bed exhausted and goes "night-night." In her purse is a crayon fragment, a half-chewed bite of the grocery store's free daily sample, a plastic block and a large bottle of extra strength Tylenol.
Juvenile Mother - 2 to 5 years: The tell tale characteristics include a cartoon character Band-Aid on her finger, a ketchup-colored hand print streaked across her sleeves and legs that haven't seen a razor any time recently. She will have a grateful smile when the stranger next to her in line has their 2 year old clinging to one leg screaming, "I want it!" While driving down the highway, she may appear to be talking loudly to herself. Closer inspection reveals one or more full car seats in the back of the car. She is probably singing "The Wheels on the Bus" with gusto. Her purse contains Band-Aids, Neosporin, a straw, a Barbie shoe or a Hot Wheels car, candy, a checkbook covered with a child's artistic renderings and a large bottle of extra strength Tylenol.
Mature Mother - 6 to 12 years: She crosses to the other side of the mall and quickens her speed when a toy store is spotted. Her grocery store cart will contain three packages of family-size hotdogs, a case of Spagettios, four boxes or cereal and three gallons of milk. Savvy about the appropriate value of a lost tooth when placed beneath a pillow, she will also be the one who can help when a stranger asks, "Does anyone have some tissue?" This mother may only appear to be by herself. Look closely. Her child is probably 10 steps behind her, trailing her in anguished embarrassment trying desperately to appear alone. The contests of her purse include a permissions slip (due yesterday), a wilted flower, a Gameboy cartridge and a large bottle of extra strength Tylenol.
When using this field guide it is important to remember that a mother can only be spotted during these special seasons in her life, and once completely mature will probably blend back into society. Her migratory routes through Toys R Us and K-Mart will cease, and the basic functions of speech and concentration will return. Her final challenge is convincing her brood to leave the nest. Depending on the migratory habits of her offspring, this could take anywhere from 18 to 36 years.
Saturday, January 06, 2007
CHRISTMAS:)
Okay, so who postpones their Christmas posts until January? I DO!! My camera has been messed up, but here's what I got.
We had a wonderful Christmas...it's hard to believe that is the last two and a half weeks we have had a birth in the family(Jael), we went to Carstairs and had a great time, then to my parents and then I went back to Tumbler the other day. It was a great funfilled holiday and we're really looking forward to 2007 and the new adventures it will bring!
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