Two days ago we had a blizzard blow through here, not a ton of snow, but the wind was blowing what we recieved all over the place. We have snow, and that is exciting since its almost Christmas! Today the kids decided to take advantage of it and went out in the yard to sled. It was so nice to watch them get out and enjoy the snow, then come in and have a cup of hot chcolate.
Loren is feeling so much better now!! Its nice having him back again! My father was transfered to a hospital near their home and he is doing much better too, they have him getting up, he might night like it but he is working hard so that he can go back home.
I am done with all my Christmas shopping, I might do some more baking now that we're all doing better, the kids would love to make some sugar cookies, and I am going to make some fudge too.
I love that it is supposed to snow on Christmas Eve and Christmas day...its beginning to look a lot like Christmas!
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Sunday, December 16, 2012
More sad news
Today we received an email from Taylor's elementary school principle, she said that a boy in Taylor's first grade class died expectantly. So now after the last week we've had we have to help our daughter deal and heal from a boy in her class that passed away. Taylor said that she sat right next to him, and he was absent because he was sick. The email said that he got sick on Friday and died on Saturday.
As I take a deep breath and regroup, I am going to not only hug my sweet daughter a little more. I am going to take this all in and realize how short life is, and how much we have the responsibility to create happiness and love, to create good memories for ourselves and and our family. I will take this as a sign to stop worrying about the little things and focus on what is most important in this life.
Christmas is a great time to reflect on good times, family and home. This last week has been an emotional roller coaster. I will teach my children to be kind, loving and do good. I want for them to be good people!
As I take a deep breath and regroup, I am going to not only hug my sweet daughter a little more. I am going to take this all in and realize how short life is, and how much we have the responsibility to create happiness and love, to create good memories for ourselves and and our family. I will take this as a sign to stop worrying about the little things and focus on what is most important in this life.
Christmas is a great time to reflect on good times, family and home. This last week has been an emotional roller coaster. I will teach my children to be kind, loving and do good. I want for them to be good people!
Saturday, December 15, 2012
It comes in three's
Seven weeks ago when my husband had his kidney stone surgery, we were told that the doctor couldn't reach the one 4.5 stone still in his kidney. After a week long healing the stint was removed that was placed in his uritor. It is a painful time for Loren, the week after surgery, not painful in a kidney stone sort of way, but the stint is uncomfortable and causes irritation.
The last week was crazy, I had my internship, and my Paparazzi Jewelry event/open house. On Wednesday night my husband said at dinner that his right stomach area under his ribs was bugging him...which is where his last kindney stone started. We waved that off and two hours later he says that he had a trace of blood in his urin...WHAT THE WHAT? My event started Thursday morning and I did not have time for this. My open house was from 10-2 and 7-9. At 11 am Loren came home sicker than a dog, his kidney stone was on the move and he was hurting. I quickly called his doctor and waiting for him to call back. Meanwhile Loren took some meds and laid down (I keep the christmas music up just a little louder than I would havve normally, since I knew he was getting sick. I didnt' want my clients to hear!
I called the doctor three times and finally on the fourth call they put me right through to his nurse and I even was able to talk to his PA. he finally headed over to the Emergency Room at 2:00 pm. He drove himself because I had people at the house and couldn't leave, plus my friend hard her Mary Kay set up too. Loren ended up spending the night at the hospital. The next day I brought the kids up to see him before his surgery. He was in bad shape, so I took the kids to school, they were crying, I was crying they broke my heart. I wanted to keep them with me, but I couldn't because I did not have anyone to take them. I wish we lived near family.
I went back to the hospital and got there just as he was taken down to preop. I was able to go back to be with him. This time my heart was heavy, I felt like somthing wasn't right. The doctor came in, scared me to death. He said that he still might not be able to get the stone since it was high and there is a possiblity that the uritor could tear, if that happens he would have to open Loren up and then the healing process would be longer. He thought he was going to get out of the hospital that same night. His surgery was at 3:15. My sweet friend Mary Ann picked up my children she has been so good to me over the years.
As I was sitting in the waiting room waiting for Loren to get out of surgery, I was so upset, I kept crying and could not get control of myself. Loren's boss called and I could not even talk. I'm sure he was thinking that its just a silly kidney stone. I still felt like something was not right. When the surgery was over the doctor said that everything went great, he was going to discharge loren, but it wasn't up to him it was up to the department that was over him.
Ends up that Loren stopped breathing several times during surgery. There seems to be something about being married a long time, we become in sync and I always know when he is in danger and he knows when things aren't right for me. Loren stayed the night at the hospital. I finally left at 8 to go get the kids and let the dog out. After Loren got in a room the kids and I went up there to see him. It was so good to let them see him better than he was that morning.
That was Friday, December 7. On Monday, December 10th my parents were at the mall where they live and while crossing from the mall into the parking lot a car came around the corner and was headed right for my parents, my dad who does not move fast tried to hurry in his own way. He ended up stumbling over some sort of a cover in the road not a manhole cover, but something of that sort which is not flush with the road. So, he triped and while trying to catch himself he hit their car hard, then the bumper and then the road. Cars stopped to help my parents, and ambulance was called. My nephew ran into the mall to get the fire men that had just walked into go to Starbucks, and so now my father is in the hospital with a left broken shoulder that splintered four ways, one of those splinters impelled into his ball socket in his shoulder. He had a five and a half hour surgery to replace his shoulder. On Tuesday my dad was talking and doing well, on Wednesday they over medicated him. On Thursday they did the surgery and on Friday they did the same mistake and gave him the same meds again that he had a reaction to. Is like one thing after another. My dad has been complaining that his right shoulder hurts since he got to the hospital, but nobody listened last night we found out he has a broken right shoulder too.
I really wonder about the level of care he has been given, here he is a veteran of 30 years in the military and he can't find decent care.
This week has been so emotional for me, I feel so torn because my husband needs me, he is not well he goes into the doctor on Monday for the removal of his stint, which is causing him all kinds of fits. And torn because I want to be with my parents and sisters to watch over my dad. I hate living so far away. I miss my family, I miss my kids, and grandkids. I hate, hate, hate that we live so far away from everyone we love.
Today, I spent the day and made cookies and did some Christmas baking just to have some joy! The kids were so funny, we started baking did one batch of nobake cookies, and some kiss cookies and they asked if they could go play outside. At first I was going to say no because we were baking and then I just realized that they needed to go be kids. The news yesterday of the shooting in CT broke my heart as I watched the numbers climb of little children who were injured. I have a six year old, she was just in Kindergarten last year and is in first grade this year...this hit so, so close to home for me.
Ok, I have rambled on and on about several topics, but they are all weighing on my heart. I do feel blessed because my family is alive and well. I feel blessed that my dad is alive and that he will recover from this.
The last week was crazy, I had my internship, and my Paparazzi Jewelry event/open house. On Wednesday night my husband said at dinner that his right stomach area under his ribs was bugging him...which is where his last kindney stone started. We waved that off and two hours later he says that he had a trace of blood in his urin...WHAT THE WHAT? My event started Thursday morning and I did not have time for this. My open house was from 10-2 and 7-9. At 11 am Loren came home sicker than a dog, his kidney stone was on the move and he was hurting. I quickly called his doctor and waiting for him to call back. Meanwhile Loren took some meds and laid down (I keep the christmas music up just a little louder than I would havve normally, since I knew he was getting sick. I didnt' want my clients to hear!
I called the doctor three times and finally on the fourth call they put me right through to his nurse and I even was able to talk to his PA. he finally headed over to the Emergency Room at 2:00 pm. He drove himself because I had people at the house and couldn't leave, plus my friend hard her Mary Kay set up too. Loren ended up spending the night at the hospital. The next day I brought the kids up to see him before his surgery. He was in bad shape, so I took the kids to school, they were crying, I was crying they broke my heart. I wanted to keep them with me, but I couldn't because I did not have anyone to take them. I wish we lived near family.
I went back to the hospital and got there just as he was taken down to preop. I was able to go back to be with him. This time my heart was heavy, I felt like somthing wasn't right. The doctor came in, scared me to death. He said that he still might not be able to get the stone since it was high and there is a possiblity that the uritor could tear, if that happens he would have to open Loren up and then the healing process would be longer. He thought he was going to get out of the hospital that same night. His surgery was at 3:15. My sweet friend Mary Ann picked up my children she has been so good to me over the years.
As I was sitting in the waiting room waiting for Loren to get out of surgery, I was so upset, I kept crying and could not get control of myself. Loren's boss called and I could not even talk. I'm sure he was thinking that its just a silly kidney stone. I still felt like something was not right. When the surgery was over the doctor said that everything went great, he was going to discharge loren, but it wasn't up to him it was up to the department that was over him.
Ends up that Loren stopped breathing several times during surgery. There seems to be something about being married a long time, we become in sync and I always know when he is in danger and he knows when things aren't right for me. Loren stayed the night at the hospital. I finally left at 8 to go get the kids and let the dog out. After Loren got in a room the kids and I went up there to see him. It was so good to let them see him better than he was that morning.
That was Friday, December 7. On Monday, December 10th my parents were at the mall where they live and while crossing from the mall into the parking lot a car came around the corner and was headed right for my parents, my dad who does not move fast tried to hurry in his own way. He ended up stumbling over some sort of a cover in the road not a manhole cover, but something of that sort which is not flush with the road. So, he triped and while trying to catch himself he hit their car hard, then the bumper and then the road. Cars stopped to help my parents, and ambulance was called. My nephew ran into the mall to get the fire men that had just walked into go to Starbucks, and so now my father is in the hospital with a left broken shoulder that splintered four ways, one of those splinters impelled into his ball socket in his shoulder. He had a five and a half hour surgery to replace his shoulder. On Tuesday my dad was talking and doing well, on Wednesday they over medicated him. On Thursday they did the surgery and on Friday they did the same mistake and gave him the same meds again that he had a reaction to. Is like one thing after another. My dad has been complaining that his right shoulder hurts since he got to the hospital, but nobody listened last night we found out he has a broken right shoulder too.
I really wonder about the level of care he has been given, here he is a veteran of 30 years in the military and he can't find decent care.
This week has been so emotional for me, I feel so torn because my husband needs me, he is not well he goes into the doctor on Monday for the removal of his stint, which is causing him all kinds of fits. And torn because I want to be with my parents and sisters to watch over my dad. I hate living so far away. I miss my family, I miss my kids, and grandkids. I hate, hate, hate that we live so far away from everyone we love.
Today, I spent the day and made cookies and did some Christmas baking just to have some joy! The kids were so funny, we started baking did one batch of nobake cookies, and some kiss cookies and they asked if they could go play outside. At first I was going to say no because we were baking and then I just realized that they needed to go be kids. The news yesterday of the shooting in CT broke my heart as I watched the numbers climb of little children who were injured. I have a six year old, she was just in Kindergarten last year and is in first grade this year...this hit so, so close to home for me.
Ok, I have rambled on and on about several topics, but they are all weighing on my heart. I do feel blessed because my family is alive and well. I feel blessed that my dad is alive and that he will recover from this.
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