That is my public service announcement for the day.

But the way that I found this out – oh my gosh, one of the funniest things I’ve ever witnessed in a long time. And I see a LOT of funny stuff every day!

so, my mom and I are driving down Weber after picking up pizza for dinner. Mistake #1. For those not local enough to appreciate the absolutely effed up stretch of former asphalt that is Weber Road, let me just say, on a GOOD day it makes you want to stab your eyeballs out with a dull spoon. Right now it is all ripped up while they re-pave. Except they’re not actually re-paving it yet, they’re just moving orange barrels around in a random pattern every day, clogging up an already clogged up road even further. I tell you all this so that you understand how PAINFULLY SLOW traffic was parked which is what allowed me to see the poor turtle in the middle of the road.

So I tell my mom to hurry up and get out of the car and pick up the turtle (I actually thought it was a frog). She hops out and leaves her door open to find the amphibious creature, when we actually start crawling forward. She bends down JUST as her open door is about to whack her in the head. I am sure the people behind us were fully convinced they were on Candid Camera because it had to be a hilarious sight to see. So she gets it in the car and we start looking at it going – what IS that? Because while it had a hard shell on its back, it was squatty and fat like a toad. Then it started peeing. And the pee REEKED like all manner of decaying things.

So my mom is screaming which is making me scream and this turtle is like hissing at us and trying to crawl across the dashboard (where my mom threw it when she started screaming) and i am screaming at her to catch it catch it and she is screaming that she can’t and that she is going to puke from the smell/stench of the turtle-thing pee and that i better clean her car out.

anyways – i thought the girls would like to see it, and we were almost home, so she played lion tamer on the turtle with two sheets of paper, which made him even more pissed off. which made him…..you know…piss. more. stinkily.

We carry the turtle up the front steps proudly and call the girls out to see it and my dad real nice and calm-like is all “That’s really not the kind of turtle you wanna be holding on to Mary Jane….” and we’re all “why? its cute! it’s a baby! It even still has its tail!!!” And the girls are all “I wanna 2SS_9627 see it! Let me hold it!” And my dad says “well yeah, that cute little tail is how you know its a snapper”. My mom resumed with the screaming and flings it off the porch into the bushes.

So now we have a snapping turtle living in our front yard. I am quite sure Ben will appreciate this as he tries to do yard work this weekend. It keeps things exciting.

anyways – i continued to laugh about this scenario well into the wee hours of the morning yesterday. I just wanted to share it here. In case it makes you laugh too.

and plus, you know, to tell you the important info that turtles with tails are bad.

you’re welcome!

Terra the Turtle Whisperer

           La Tortuga

Really?

How can it  be August already, honestly?

Well – as promised, here is the real update for today. Clearly I have spent more time making things look “cute” than writing, and so now I am blogged out and really, don’t even know where to begin. July was a good break. Kendall stayed about as healthy as i’ve ever seen her or could ever hope for. We had an awesome time last week in the Dells with Ben’s family, we came home with all four children, and I am even able to consider going back next year without a massive tic. So it was a successful vacation!

Only a couple more weeks till school starts. That is hard to believe.

I have about 89320 things on my to-do list for this week between work, medical appointments/scheduling, organizing and cleaning, and trying to prepare for our schedule to be turned on its head again.

But I am ready to get back on the blog train. Back to a lot of things. Got a lot of stuff to still flesh out – but don’t worry – it’s nothing too exciting or deep. I need to get some pics up, hey? Maybe if i can get a break from these gojillion skeeter bites that i am currently afflicted with i can find two seconds to press the shutter button on the camera every once in a while.

So – tell me whatcha think of the new digs around here – it took me ALL DAY to get most of this up! Leave me comments and make my day!

XOXO -

t-crest back.

Say that five times fast.

This is the name of Kaylen’s new “baby”. If you have ever had the pleasure to step into our humble abode, you have likely been mauled by the thousand and one baby dolls that take up residence in every square inch of this house. And dear Kaylen, God bless her, she has named every single one.

She doesn’t forget their names. And each doll is always specifically THAT DSC_0004 baby. She has Baby Fuffin, Baby Lee-lie, Chocolate Baby, Baby Lu-lah, and about a hundred others. But those are her main babies, most all of whom reside on a permanent rotation between car/bed/kitchen table. She carts them all around with her. So we are all used to having find a specific baby at nap time or when it’s time to go somewhere.

All of a sudden a few weeks ago though i started hearing her talk about “beenda-bonda-bonn”. But sometimes it was “Beenda-Beenda-Bonn”. (it’s a subtle nuance in the naming world of Kaylen Hope). So I asked her yesterday where Beenda bonda bonn was.

Me: Kaylen, who is beenda bonda bonn?

Kaylen: ohh. she’s one of my babies.

Me: where is she at?

Kaylen: Oh, probably downstairs in the basement.

Me: Can i see her when we get home?

Kaylen: Sure – I’ll go find her.

(fast forward about an hour, we are now home, instead of in the car where above conversation took place).

Kaylen: (opens her mouth and pulls an invisible pinch of something out of her mouth) – here mommy, i got beenda bonda bonn for you.

Me: (jaw dropped open on the table)……ummmmmm……..she lives in your mouth? (hearing lines from “The Shining” – “danny doesn’t like milk mrs. torrance”)

Kaylen: that’s just where she sometimes goes.

Me: Ok….i am officially freaked out by beenda bonda bonn.

 

I have NO idea where this came from – but it is cracking me up to hear her talk about her. She took BBB to dance class this morning, and then freaked out at lunchtime that we had left her at the studio. ?????

So there you have it. The newest member of our family.

Beenda Bonda Bonn. (aka Beenda Beenda Bonn).

Funny stuff, kaylen hope. i fuff you. and so does beenda beenda bonn.

And no i am not talking about basketball.

I am talking about the insane kind of mad you go when you have cleaned up a 2 year old’s mess-making chaos at LEAST 828 times in the past 6 hours, and you haven’t changed out of your own pajamas all day, and doing one task leads to 7 others, which require you to look in 23 different places for the one thing you need to complete the 5th item, and then you find something ELSE to add to your list of things to do while you are still trying to JUST BREATHE and start your day.

THAT kind of madness.

The kind that can only come on the heels of a very long winter. With still a few weeks left to go before any kind of real relief is in sight. I am sure you have all been there. Or maybe ARE there still.  I am sure I will snap out of it soon. i hate feeling this way. I am sure my family hates me feeling this way even more! But such is the circle of life. It is this growing underneath the ground, waiting for the right time to become a new little shoot of green poking up through the dead brown grass around you. It is the pains of trying to push through the hardened earth that has protected you all winter, and reach for the warmer sun. 

I am just tired I think. 

But hey, if I can make it to midnight tonite, it will be a WHOle week since we have been in the ER or a doctor’s office. So I’ll take that! I am still having bad pains every once in a while, but I can’t attach them to specific meals, so i don’t even know if it’s more gall bladder or more ulcerish (the two things they are tossing out as possible explanations for all the craziness of last week). Either way – I am just ready for it to all be gone. Ready for normalcy in our life (wait did I just say that out loud?!?!? What does that even mean????) Ready for the warmth (at least in a relative sense) of spring days. Ready to get out of the house and into the yard and back into enjoying life OutSide.

There is really nothing new to report aside from that. We survived Kealey’s birthday party with a few of her school friends (I couldn’t handle more than a handful of 8 year olds running around here with makeup on and dancing to miley cyrus tunes!!!!) – I was so glad to see her really soaking up the awesomeness of a day JUST for her! She totally got the short end of the stick last year with Kendall being discharged ON her birthday with the PICC – so Ben and I were zombies until the 2nd week of March, and then 10 days later Kendall was back in the hospital! We went to see a movie with a couple of her friends from the neighborhood last year – but I know it wasn’t the same as having her own real birthday party. So I tried to make it up to her this year. And I think it worked! I will have pics in a future post I promise!

So that’s where we are on this first day of March. Ready to shed this winter. Looking forward to a good spring, to newness, and mostly to sunshine and warmth. I would love by some miracle to be able to go somewhere for the girls’ spring break – somewhere warm as long as I’m dreaming! But I think we might have to settle for the relative warmth of the end of March as compared to the beginning of March!

We have a couple long days in Milwaukee coming up in a couple weeks – 4 appts in two days so far – but I haven’t finished making phone calls yet to see if we can cram even more into our two days!!! Kendall is doing good – we just need to figure out where this random “reverse pressure” seems to be coming from in her gut (meaning when we try to plug in her venting/draining tube, pressure from her stomach is popping it right back off, making it very hard to then be able to get the air/pressure out!), and then just some general check-up and wellbeing questions with her complex care team and genetics.

We also had a chance to finally get some “1 year” pics of her! i mean, ok so she’s closer to 16 months now, but really, who’s counting?!?!?! As soon as I get my hands on some of them (my darling sister is editing them, well, she will be as soon as her computer gets fixed….) i will post them here for all to enjoy!

More Whiney Boringness headed your way tomorrow!

mele kalike’maka.

terra

(A friend posted this on her FB a few days back, and in reading it, I was moved to tears. Some days I am able to just go about life with Kendall as if its all totally normal, and other days I am overwhelmed. I know that I do not go on without the grace and strength of my Lord Jesus Christ, and the support and help and love and gallons of milk and cans of coke and fun little gift cards and notes from all of you. so thank you. And because I am sure I will be yelled at  without this – GO GET YOUR KLEENEX!!!)

Written by: Lori Borgman Columnist and Speaker

My friend is expecting her first child. People keep asking what she wants. She smiles demurely, shakes her head and gives the answer mothers have given throughout the ages of time. She says it doesn’t matter whether it’s a boy or a girl. She just wants it to have ten fingers and ten toes. Of course, that’s what she says. That’s what mothers have always said. Mothers lie.

Truth be told, every mother wants a whole lot more. Every mother wants a perfectly healthy baby with a round head, rosebud lips, button nose, beautiful eyes and satin skin.
Every mother wants a baby so gorgeous that people will pity the Gerber baby for being flat-out ugly. Every mother wants a baby that will roll over, sit up and take those first steps right on schedule (according to the baby development chart on page 57, column two). Every mother wants a baby that can see, hear, run, jump and fire neurons by the billions. She wants a kid that can smack the ball out of the park and do toe points that
are the envy of the entire ballet class. Call it greed if you want, but we mothers want what we want.

Some mothers get babies with something more. Some mothers get babies with conditions they can’t pronounce, a spine that didn’t fuse, a missing chromosome or a palette that didn’t close. Most of those mothers can remember the time, the place, the shoes they were wearing and the color of the walls in the small,suffocating room where the doctor uttered the words that took their breath away. It felt like recess in the fourth grade when you didn’t see the kick ball coming and it knocked the wind clean out of you.

Some mothers leave the hospital with a healthy bundle, then, months, even years later, take him in for a routine visit, or schedule her for a well check, and crash head first into a brick wall as they bear the brunt of devastating news. It can’t be possible! That doesn’t run in our family. Can this really be happening in our lifetime? I am a woman who watches the Olympics for the sheer thrill of seeing finely sculpted bodies. It’s not a lust thing; it’s a wondrous thing. The athletes appear as specimens without flaw – rippling muscles with nary an ounce of flab or fat, virtual powerhouses of strength with lungs and limbs working in perfect harmony. Then the athlete walks over to a tote bag, rustles
through the contents and pulls out an inhaler.

As I’ve told my own kids, be it on the way to physical therapy after a third knee surgery, or on a trip home from an echo cardiogram, there’s no such thing as a perfect body. Everybody will bear something at some time or another. Maybe the affliction will be apparent to curious eyes, or maybe it will be unseen, quietly treated with trips to the doctor, medication or surgery. The health problems our children have experienced have been minimal and manageable, so I watch with keen interest and great admiration the mothers of children with serious disabilities, and wonder how they do it. Frankly, sometimes you mothers scare me. How you lift that child in and out of a wheelchair 20 times a day. How you monitor tests, track medications, regulate diet and serve as the gatekeeper to a hundred specialists yammering in your ear. I wonder how you endure the clichés and the platitudes, well-intentioned souls explaining how God is at work when you’ve occasionally questioned if God is on strike. I even wonder how you endure schmaltzy pieces like this one — saluting you, painting you as hero and saint, when you know you’re ordinary. You snap, you bark, you bite. You didn’t volunteer for this. You didn’t jump up and down in the motherhood line yelling, “Choose me, God! Choose me! I’ve got what it takes.”

You’re a woman who doesn’t have time to step back and put things in perspective, so, please, let me do it for you. From where I sit, you’re way ahead of the pack. You’ve developed the strength of a draft horse while holding onto the delicacy of a daffodil. You have a heart that melts like chocolate in a glove box in July, carefully counter-balanced against the stubbornness of an Ozark mule. You can be warm and tender one minute, and when circumstances require intense and aggressive the next. You are the mother, advocate and protector of a child with a disability. You’re a neighbor, a friend, a stranger I pass at the mall. You’re the woman I sit next to at church, my cousin and my sister-in-law. You’re a woman who wanted ten fingers and ten toes, and got something more.

You’re a wonder.

 

So today, on this day of love, I post this in honor of all the beautiful moms I know of Special Needs Children. To all the moms who have guided me on my journey through the maze of therapy, adaptive equipment, tube craziness, med changes, specialists’ lingo and the emotional chaos of adapting day by day. To all the moms who have helped me become the mom I am today – my own mommy, my grandma(s), my mother-in-law, my mommy friends, and just my own good buddies who have been there through all the ups and downs. Call this a “hallmark holiday” if you will – but I KNOW what it’s really about.

It’s about getting a chance to celebrate the fact that LOVE is what gets you through the tough times, and rejoices with you in the really good ones.

I love you all.

 

happy hearts day.

 

T

of milk that is.

Yesterday afternoon I had a virtual milk parade on my front porch.

My fridge went from nearly empty – to nearly overflowing. That could be because Kaylen helped me put things away so everything is crammed onto the one shelf she can reach…but who’s counting, really? FIVE gallons of milk we have now. FIVE. Just in case you ever wonder if God really does hear your prayers – He does. So be careful what you are really and truly seeking. Because yesterday morning my prayer was – God please just let me be able to go get some milk today. And it’s not that I couldn’t have afforded a gallon or two of just milk. I don’t want you all to think we are completely destitute! But the thought of dragging them all out to the store with Kaylen fighting yet another crappy coughy cold, Kendall who is constantly in one therapy or another OR recuperating with a nap from all the therapy, dealing with the coats and the cold and all that – for just some milk? Yeah – it was THAT overwhelming.

So just to show me that not only could He provide the gallon of milk I need, but above and beyond what I could ask for – He sent five gallons. From a few different people. And cheese sticks. And Coke. And lasagna. And so many other good things that I do’nt even know how to put it into words except PRAISE GOD from whom ALL blessings flow! And with the blessings were also flowing my tears – so very touched by the generosity poured out upon us by so many of you.

and it was as if each and every one of those gallons of milk was like a great big huge HUG from God – reminding me that He does indeed care about the tiny AND large details of our lives. It may not always SEEM so, but that doesn’t make it less true. He cares about us. All of us. You, me, our babies, our husbands, our parents…he loves each of us so much. I don’t know WHY He chose to bless us like He did last nite. I do not feel very much worthy of it any more than so many others I know. I cannot fathom how or why He does what He does. But I can be grateful. And humbled. And I am.

And I think that’s about all I can say about that right now. Thank you seems so inadequate, as I so often feel in the face of generosity like this. And yet, to those of you who were the hands and feet of God yesterday with all that you brought to fill up our fridge – I hope you hear how very very very thankful I am for what you have done. It was more than just food for the bellies of my babies, it was food for our very soul. I wish I would have taken a picture of the girls’ eyes when they came home from their dance class to see all the milk we had in the fridge (and the coke!) – and I was able to tell them – GOD will always take care of us. He does it in little ways and He does it in big ways. And we prayed and thanked God for all the people who had helped us with our milk, and prayed for people who needed milk still. And it restored some much needed “spring” to the winter of my soul – the part of me that was just too worn out to even form coherent prayers for all that is on my heart and mind these days. That’s the kind of thing you just cannot put a price tag on. Restoring hope. And faith.

So thank you. For the big hugs that came in jugs. And for the prayers that keep us going just as much as food does. And for just being here to read about the craziness of our days.

 

Raisin’ a can  (of nice cold coke!) to all my homies –

T

I’m going to be pretty honest with you all today – and probably with myself too if I think about it.

But today I am just kind of hanging on. Not because of anything in particular, or even a bunch of “bad” things piled up. But just because it’s been a long winter and today marks 2 straight months of sickness in our house/for Kendall, and last year on 2/2 was the day that Kendall was officially diagnosed as Failure to Thrive and we started this journey. So like I was saying, its just been a really long….year. And today I just feel done. I’d like to buy a vowel please – and can that vowel be located on a warm tropical island where no children are allowed and nothing medical ever happens and you magically lose 85 lbs when you land there? Yes, that vowel. That’s the one I’d like to buy, Pat.

This is part of the “done-ness”. Our fridge looks like this. Pretty empty. I mean sure, we have some basics – a few eggs, someblog3 country crock, one tube of crescent rolls, a big bowl of ceviche i made while the fridge was dying, kendall’s medicine, one thing of gatorade and some pedialyte, and a tub of playdough. Which is supposedly edible. and pumpkin flavored! No coke though. Maybe that is what depresses me! I am honestly shocked to find how much of our day revolves around food that comes out of the fridge. No peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, cause we had to toss the jelly out. No cereal cause we have no milk. Is this getting whiney? Sorry. I just am shocked at the amount of money we had to pay to fix this fridge, the amount of food we had to toss out, and the amount of STENCH still emanating from it in spite of being bleached and scrubbed and doused with baking soda. In a word – it sucks.

And honestly – I have no idea how I am going to get it filled back up again. Payday is a few weeks away still. I don’t even know how to go about making a list of what I need again besides the obvious basics (see above!) But you know what? I believe in a God who knows exactly how it will get filled back up again. I believe that God DOES care about my crappy stinky fridge, just as much as he cares about my myriad other problems, and YOUr myriad other problems – big and small.

This blanket reminds me of that.

blog1 See, I was handed this blanket in a bag from a friend a couple weeks ago at church. The note inside was from a dear sweet girl who reads this blog. She lives with her family in Mexico. She knit this blanket for Kendall as she prayed for her for the past few months. And I look at this blanket every day and I think – wow. Someone was PRAYING for us – each and every one of those hard days back then. And I know that every day, someone else is praying for us, even when we feel like we do’nt have the strength around here to pray for ourselves. And we are NEVER alone. We will NEVER be forsaken or forgotten or truly go hungry because our fridge broke down.

Thank you SO much to the wonderful person who knit this blanket – I don’t have your permission to post your name here, so I won’t. But you know who you are, and I cannot express to you what your act of generosity meant to me. Even down to the detail that the colors you chose are quite possibly my own personal favorite color combo ever…your blanket is like a very personalized note from heaven that no matter how crappy my day may be, or feel like, I don’t really have to endure it alone. And somehow, that makes it a little easier to deal with. So thank you – from the bottom of my heart. When it’s not being photographed, this blanket is in Kendall’s bed, where I tell her the story of where it came from and what it means on a near daily basis.

so that’s where things are tonite. I am putting them in God’s hands. Because, well, mind are kind of full. And kind of tired of carrying everything. I am just very very tired. Even as I sit here, I myself still can’t breathe at 100%, and I can hear two, possibly three, different babies hacking up a lung upstairs. Again. Or still. Six more weeks of winter – I hope we all survive!

I really am sorry for the debbie downer tone of this post. But I just thought I needed to kind of lay it out there. Life isn’t always sunshine and roses. In fact, it rarely is. But i can say that tomorrow will be better simply because I have FAITH that it will. I have FAITH that as big as my problems can sometimes be, they are never too big for the God I believe in, the God who can send a perfectly colored blanket to revive a winter-weary soul at just the right time. You gotta be willing to accept some of the bad, so that you can really truly appreciate just how good the good is.

Tomorrow will be all about the good, I promise.

He’s got the whole world, In His Hands,

He’s got the little bitty babies, In His Hands,

He’s got my stinky empty refrigerator, In His Hands -

He’s got the Whole World In His Hands.

 

 

peace in the middle east -

T

In spite of the fact that I have been pretty much MIA from this beautiful place in the world wide web, we are, in fact, all still alive and kickin’!

I don’t know exactly why I have let it go for so long without blogging, except that it’s just been a whirlwind of STUFF since the beginning of the year. I do have a LOT to catch up on, and I am sure there will be lots of backdated posts popping up here and there over the next few days! I have to update about Christmas, Kendall’s medical stats for the year, some new year’s goals/resolutions type ideas floating around in my head, basic family updates, blah blah blah. I actually have taken the time to make a LIST (I know, be shocked) of all the posts I’d like to write….I just haven’t actually, you know, taken the time to make a POST.

As a quick update -

The babies have been sick with this cruddy cold stuff since the first week of December. About ten days ago we started Kaylen on antibiotics, assuming that it had at that point turned into an infection somewhere, most likely her sinuses. She also went to spend a long weekend with my dear mother, and the distance from each other (Kaylen and Kendall that is) – seemed to help both of them turn the corner finally. Kaylen has continued to improve and I think is pretty much over it (FINALLY!!!!!), and Kendall november 2009 011blog was great for a few days, then started in with the nose and horrible cough again, which quickly degraded into breathing difficulties and just lots of chest “junk”. After a horrible day driving around to 3 different clinics (none of which was close to home!), we finally found a radiologist who could interpret the x-ray results on Kendall, and sure enough, she has another pneumonia. Her pulmonologist (the great Dr. A) believes that it is bacterial, so he started her on some antibiotics (omnicef which I HATE because it turns her poop red, and then you can’t tell if she’s bleeding because the antibiotics do such a number on her GI tract, or if its just antibiotic food coloring). We will follow up with Dr. A tomorrow (Monday) via phone to check on how she’s doing and come up with further treatments/plans as necessary.

For those who don’t know – this is the 7th pneumonia Kendall has had. Each time before she has ended up being hospitalized, needing the support of IV fluids/antibiotics and the oxygen, plus round the clock nebulizer/steroid treatments. When I heard that she did definitely have the pneumonia, I thought for sure it meant we were headed for another fun inpatient stay, but her team is definitely on board with the idea that she is in a MUCH better place now than she was with her last pneumonia (in June). Also – she typically presents with aspiration pneumonia (which starts in the lower right lung), which typically turns into double bacterial pneumonia for Kendall (for God only knows what reason). This time, there was no obvious aspiration pneumonia (her left lung actually looks and sounds WAY worse than her right side), plus it was “early stage” pneumonia, so HOPEFULLY we caught it early enough and are hitting it hard enough with this medicine that we will knock it out before it really starts to affect her. I was VERY relieved to hear that it didn’t appear to be aspiration caused because that would probably just add more fuel to the GJ tube theory, as well as be somewhat indicative that her fundo wrap was not as effective as it used to be. I know that’s probably just mumbo-jumbo to most of you so here’s the simple translation": It means that her food IS going to the right place like it should, and this is just your regular, average, cold virus that settled in the lungs type of pneumonia. A “regular” old illness for once!

She has definitely needed a lot more nebulizer/breathing treatments this week than she has in a long time, and she is just a little more low-key than on regular days during her “happy hours”, but overall, I think she just might be holding her own. She Just Might Beat This One!!! I KNOW that that wouldn’t even be possible without all the prayers from you all, friends, family, random strangers…She is made stronger by all the support from each and every one of you.

And while I am cautiously optimistic that this could be the last we finally hear or see from this crazy bug that has invaded our family since December 1 – I of course have a few slight reservations. I am HOPEFUL that it is truly bacterial in nature, and not that this virus has just decided to take up permanent residence in her lungs. If it is bacterial, then the antibiotics will kill it, she will clear it, and we will be back to a good baseline level of health finally. If it is viral, well, it could just be a long few months till its warm again here! It could resolve on its own, it could just continue to zap her energy and cause the junky breathing/coughing. My second reservation is that back in ….I don’t know, one of her other times with pneumonia – May I think? – we THOUGHT we had successfully treated it with antibiotics at home, but it reared its ugly head less than 10 days later and she was back inpatient at that point. Was that time just the unresolved pneumonia or was it complicated by her other metabolic issues? Hard to say – but its still in the back of my mind.

I hate being overanalytical, and I hate being right most of the time about the things I DO overanalyze about her. For example, this most recent diagnosis. Her pediatrician (not Dr. natalie – she’s on vacation, but dr. natalie’s colleague who knows kendall’s case) – basically told me she thought kendall was fine, but would order the cxr (chest x-ray) if I really wanted one. Well, of course, I don’t really WANT one – I’d much rather have a new pair of shoes or a pedicure instead of making my child radioactive with her 982nd x-ray, but I would LIKE to have some reassurance that the crankiness/junky cough/raspy breathing/etc aren’t doing serious internal damage. And if an X-ray is how you can give me that reassurance, then order it up, doc! 4 hours later, the pediatrician was “very thankful” that she went with my instinct, as we caught it early enough to avoid (hopefully) it turning into something worse. How did I know to push for this? I do’nt know. I know that I am keenly aware of tiny changes, and I know I read too much on the internet, and I know that I tend to think too far ahead sometimes about what a + b + c COULD equal – but clearly sometimes that’s a good thing. How do I find that happy medium? Of being aware of changes, and yet not fixating on them. Of being Kendall’s voice and advocate when she doesn’t feel well, without letting medical issues run the rest of our lives. I wish I knew. Because right now, i’d love to turn it off for a few days.

i’d love to be able to stop feeling her chest to feel if she’s still rattling during her breaths, listening to her air exchange with the stethoscope, BEGGING to hear the exhalation that means she is moving air correctly.  But I can’t. Because I do still feel the rattle, and I don’t hear the exchange consistently, and her coloring just looks slightly off and I am trying to talk myself out of it being blue, and more into just…..i don’t know. any color but blue or purple. So I am trying to tell myself that I am just too tired and too overthinking and that she is fine and she will be fine and we’ll be finally out of the woods of this crappy bug with really no other outside support (meaning hospital stuff) and she will have DONE IT finally! Beaten a sickness on her own without a massive decompensation!

I will then proceed to sleep for five straight days in order to mentally recuperate from all of this heavy brain work. HA! I wish….

I know that really, we are so very lucky that Kendall IS as healthy as she is. That for the most part I do get pretty good sleep and am not up having to care for her every few hours, or depend on nursing care in order to get a few winks of shut-eye. So i’ll stop complaining now.

But that’s where things are at today, in the usual craziness of my world!

It has been a very long week this past week – felt like we were running pretty much every nite! Or at least, like “I” was running around every nite this week! Part of my blogging absence has been due to some new year’s “changes” I am attempting to implement, which include getting up well before the kids to try to tackle the housework, some exercise time, some quiet time for prayer – just in general trying to work on making me a better ME to start the days off with. This has served mostly though to just make me a very TIRED me – so most nites after all the errands are done, the cleanup of the same mess for the 874th time that day is done, and i finally collapse into the chair for a little mindless vegging out – I have no coherent thoughts left in my head!

Hopefully over the next few days we can get that rectified though!

I realize that this “quick update” has turned into about 3 pages so I am going to wrap this one up, and try to catch everything else up!

Thanks for checking in on us! Spread the word – terra is back to talking!

have a great Sunday – I hope yours is as powerful as mine has thus far been!

 

terra

When I was little – my Christmas list of wishes and wants were all about the toys. the dolls. the books. the clothes.

And, you know, it still kind of is all about that for me – although now those things are all for my own baby girls.

But as i sit here, right now, this afternoon, I realized that I have already gotten a little part of my grown up list, as my gift.

My gift today is a quiet house.

Coffee in hand from a good friend/coffee fairy.

Marks on my counter leftover from the chaos of four little girls creating Christmas cards here just a few minutes ago.DSC_0151

The proof all around me that this house has LIFE in it.

The awesome knowledge that we have surpassed that 86 day mark, and things are looking good!

the feeling of having accomplished something big this year simply by surviving with {most of} my sanity intact.

There is just a smile on my face, and happiness in my heart, as i sit and watch the snow falling outside, breathe in the scent of christmas cookies overtaking this kitchen, enjoy this wonderful silence of sleeping babies.

Life is good.

And that is a great gift.

 

 

(but benj, this still doesn’t mean that you can take back my gifts!!!)

 

 

I just wanted to get that out today.

now back to your regularly scheduled satirical terra talking program.

 

Happy Tuesday!!!

 

THREE MORE DAYS!! Are you ready???

 

terra

Tomorrow is my parents wedding anniversary.

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thirty-six years.

36 LOOOONNNGGGG years of enduring the other’s snoring. washing and folding underwear. cleaning up kids’ puke in the middle of the nite together. packing and moving and packing and moving and packing and moving so many times you lose count. building a ministry together. ministering to other people right through your own hurt and problems. worrying about bills and money and housing markets and medical issues and emergencies and more bills and less money and more kids and less money!

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and more memories in 36 years than could ever be written about.

i think there have been at least 36 houses in those 36 years.

five kids.

ten grandkids with one more on the way (no that is not from me – refer to the other four children listed above.)

thirty-two years of ministry as a pastor and pastor’s wife has left them a legacy of touching the lives of so many people I couldn’t even begin to take a stab at the number.

DSC_0159 We do not live in a time where marriages easily last this long. I know that I am one of the lucky ones. lucky to have been the product of these two crazy kids falling in love and getting married three short months later in the middle of a snowstorm. lucky to have had this kind of love, that weathers any storm, modeled for me. lucky to have both of my parents still so very in love and committed to each other and to us as a family. no, maybe lucky isn’t the word i am looking for.

blessed.

very very blessed.

they are amazing, my parents are. Weird and strange and kooky as they can sometimes be (if you don’t believe me come listen to my mom pretending to be Mrs. Claus on my answering machine) – they are amazing in their own way for what they have stuck together through for thirty.six. of the longest years. they are my hope. my inspiration. my past and my future. I am who I am (in all my own weird, strange, kooky glory) – because of them.

So thanks mommy and daddy. thanks for putting up with the lost keys, sick kids, dirty laundry left in piles, times of want and times of plenty, “not getting full meals”, and many many magic Christmases – all so that we could send you this wish every December 22 -

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Happy Anniversary!

 

love,

me

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