Medical Monday

This is the contraception that Kenley was hoisted into for a chest x-ray of her heart. You can tell by this photo that Kenley just loved the final diagnostic test of the day. She will probably grow up and wonder why she has a fear of tight spaces….

Kenley had an appointment today with her pediatric cardiologist in Gainesville today.

We’re awaiting the results of one final test, but she seems to be doing well.

The hole is the same size but Dr. Paolillo still believes it is trying to close. I was hoping for that crystal ball which would tell us if she would, at any point, need surgery. And once again, were told they could not answer that. The cardiologist was a little concerned with her swollen right ventricle. This will need to go down at some point, or surgery will be inevitable.

He was able to cut back two of her cardiac medications and said that in a couple months she should be strong enough to be around other children. This will make a big difference in our day-to-day lifestyle. For one, we will be able to attend church as a family without first finding a babysitter for Kenley. Kenley will be able to birthday parties, play dates (maybe, if I get the nerve to really expose her), and maybe by the fall I can go to the gym with her. Maybe. Small steps. Last time we visited the gym she ended up with meningitis.

At any rate, I was very please with the doctor’s report. Kenley did her part to help prolong open heart surgery by batting her eyelashes at the ped cardiologist and flashing her dimples. He said when he walked in he was prepared to see a child that had not gained weight and was ready for surgery. And after she got done flirting with me, he jokingly said, “there’s no way I am going to cut on this girl!”.

Britton had a big day in the medical field as well. She said her Rice Krispies scratched her eye this morning – and yes, I did try to get her to explain how her cereal scratched her… Her school called while Sassy and I were on the road to Shands saying that she was still rubbing it and that Britton said she did not want to stay for lunch bunch. This was, very much, out of character. So Big Daddy picked her up, stopped for a well rounded healthy meal at Mickey Dee’s then she got to unlimited drawing paper at his office. Her favorite, and only, Godmother Aunt Coco relieved Big Daddy and spent the better part of the afternoon with B. By 4:30 she still was complaining so I called the pediatric nurse and was told to take her to the ER or urgent care.

Long story short- too late- she had a scratch on her corona and was treated with antibiotics and drops. She is doing much better, went to sleep having a tea party on her bed.

Long day, I am ready for my devotional time since I didn’t make it back in time for my women’s bible study.


Kenley’s First Birthday

Kenley had her first birthday party this weekend! We celebrated with our crazy family joining us for pizza, salad, fantastic cake and ice cream. Kenley got to open some gifts and enjoyed every minute of it. Britton helped Kens eat her individual birthday cake. She too, enjoyed the cake. So much so that she threw up in the middle of the night. Lovely.

Big Daddy and I had a busy weekend. Thursday night, party for Sara Britton and Matt. Friday night- ate out. Saturday laid 20 bails of pine straw and worked in the yard for 4 hours. Big Daddy headed to Dog Island to scuba dive (at 5 am this morning) while me and Britton headed to church. Kens, of course, was dropped off at her Sassy and Pop’s house.

Tomorrow marks a big day.
It is the 9th anniversary of my Dad’s death.
It was Kenley’s actual due date. (Thankfully she came 9 days early at almost 9 lbs)
It is the next cardiac appointment- which should be quite telling.

She will have her 8th echo cardiogram in just 12 months. They aren’t any big deal, only it has become increasingly difficult for Kenley to lay still for 20-30 minutes with a cold, jelly tube rubbing over her bare chest. Good thing Sassy is coming along for the ride and to serve as a second set of ears.

Field Trials

Britton’s school had Field trials Day and a chili cook off for the dad’s today. Each classroom visited different ‘stations’ where they would engage in that physical activity. For example, carrying a balloon between your legs, jumping as far as you can, basketball throw, two friends holding a rope and running together. The children got a ribbon at every field station that said things like A good sport is Always a Winner. Big Daddy had fun at her school too- what man wouldn’t with unlimited concoctions of chili, cheese, soda, sour cream and cookies!

We have had a MUCH better day today. So much so, that we went out for pizza tonight with some friend’s of ours. They have two little boys, the same ages as Kenley and Britty. We waited for half an hour for a table by the arcade before we said- forget it, give us first available. The kids had a great time coloring the elephants and playing with each other. The babies ate the entire 90 minutes we were there: goldfish, raisins, cucumbers, pizza, croutons, a cookie, water, bottle, and (hang head down) a little sprite.

After some yummy grease and cool soda, we loaded into the SUV and headed back home. Being that it was 30 minutes past their bed time (7 pm) they went to sleep rather quickly upon arrival.

I then started my night time ritual- straightening up the house (for the 14th time today). As I was unpacking Britton’s backpack, I found a Me and My Daddy picture she made. It says, ‘I love my Daddy because….”

  • “He takes me to Publix
  • “He plays dress up with me”
  • “He loves me”
  • “He takes me to the beach house”
  • “He hugs me”

So sweet. So simple. That’s all anyone wants. Is to love someone that loves them back.

Tomorrow will be a Good Day

When I was tucking Britton into bed last night she said, “Mommy, tomawoah will be a good day”. And I am glad to report that, it was! Sweet Britton has returned to us.
Kenley had her RSV shots today and started crying as soon as she saw the scale. She immediately remembered what comes next.
I am happy to report that she now weighs 20 lbs! We will be at Shands on Monday for another exam and the extra beef on her will help. I must confess, ‘ll be suprised if we get anything less than a good report. However, I know we can deal with whatever comes our way. She feels like a tank. She still wears size 0-6 month shoes but after lugging my sweetie around all day every day I know she is growing and healthy.

Dear Me

I came across a blog asking women to write an essay to themselves from a previous year. I hate essays but while brushing my teeth tonight thought, why not. I am much more of a list maker, so here it goes.

Dear Me in 1992,

  • A grill guard on your SUV isn’t cool, its redneck.
  • Getting your hair CUT, won’t make you less sexy
  • The tanning bed will wrinkle you before you even know what night cream is
  • Eat organic food- you will watch many loved ones slowly die of cancer before your eyes
  • Eat the supper your mom made, its a lot of work to buy and prepare creative, healthy meals 300+ days a year.
  • Enjoy high school, what “they” said is true- they really are some of the best years.
  • Don’t be fooled by someone that treats you any less than what you are; one day you will find someone that makes you unable to imagine a life without them. He will and love you absolutely unconditionally. And your love will be deeper than you could dream possible, and will grow stronger each year.
  • Tell your Dad how much you appreciate him working so hard, it takes a lot to keep a family financially afloat.
  • Don’t just listen to sad country songs, they only make you believe you are sad.
  • Don’t bother trying to be a size 2, be happy with the healthy body God gave you.
  • Go with your gut when picking a university, don’t go where you “think you could be” happy.
  • Don’t save God for Sundays, he is with you always, patiently waiting for you.
  • Enjoying living with your parents, they do most of the cleaning and laundry. Stay there!
  • Give your little sister a little time, when you’re not looking, she’s looking up to you
  • No need to fret about a major, your ultimate calling will pay dividends that multiply exponentially with each child.
  • Enjoy your stomach, even though you don’t think it is flat, after growing two sweet babies in there, it will never be the same no matter how many miles you run.
  • Go on that run with your Dad, even if you don’t think he’s cool. He will be gone much sooner than you could have ever imagined.