Sunday was my birthday. I turned 37 and for the first time I truly feel old.
I spent Sunday afternoon shopping for new clothes for my trip to Orlando.
I have made the decision I will be starting weight w after Orlando. I need to get back to my preadoption weight.
I'm so glad Buc didn't have any of the nasty side effects from his new migraine medicine that they warned us could happen when he first started it. I'm hoping he remembers to drink plenty of water because it can cause kidney stones.
I'm thankful that after Tator had a bad day on Saturday she was able to bounce back the next day. That is huge for her.
I'm thankful that I walked into the room today as Buster was holding the scissors up to the few strands of hair Sissy has and caught him before he cut them off.
I hate it when people pretend their someone they really aren't. Then when the truth come out, people get hurt.
I'm frustrated with teenage boys that seem to have no respect.
I'm meeting a stranger tonight that called me because she just found out her daughter has RAD. I'm excited, but feel bad because I have no words of wisdom.
This upcoming Orlando trip has brought up alot of my self esteem issues. I wake up in the middle of the night thinking what if they don't like me, or what if I saysomething stupid.
But on the flip side I feel like I'm going to meet family I never knew I had.
My stomach no longer gets upset when I hear Tators bus coming down the road to bring her home from school.
I have about 4 blog posts swirling around in my head but don't have the time to sit down and type them so they actually make sense.
The sun was shining for awhile today and that made me feel happy.
Thanks for listening, I really needed to get that out.
I had Buster to the Dr. today and i'm happy to
report that he had grown 3 inches and gained 4lbs.
In about 6 months.
They were surprised with his growth spurt because he hadn't
grown like that the 6 months prior.
I reminded them that he had had his tonsils and adnoids out
and tubes put in his ears last fall. I told them his ENT had told us
we would probably see a weight gain after the surgery.
I was really not looking forward to Valentines Day this year.. Tator has trouble with holidays. They interrupt her normal, everyday routine that makes her feel very safe. They bring up feelings and thoughts that she is not comfortable with.
Tator has been doing really well lately. We have only seen one rage since Christmas. It had to do with me doing something nice for her. (I hope to get to blog about it sometime.) I knew last night would be hard for her. Valentines Day party at school, a lot of candy and junk she's not used to eating, people giving her things, all these things combined I knew would make for a rough evening. I was determined not to let her holiday triggers set her back.
She came home showing me her valentines and all the candy she had gotten that day at school. She seemed somewhat edgy and started off by arguing about some homework she had. I told her I knew what the paper said as to what she was supposed to do. I told her I would not argue with her, but I did expected her to find something to throw a fit about tonight since today was just to fun for her to enjoy without ruining her evening with bad choices. I told her if homework was what she wanted to make it about that was fine and that I also expected her to hit and kick me so go ahead and do it. I was ready. She stomped off and told me she didn't feel like it.
When Tator is in this mood after school I know the best thing to do is send her to her room to play for awhile. Lately giving her some alone time helps her to snap out of it and she is able to cooperate the rest of the evening. So I told her I wanted her to go to her room and play. She told me she didn't want to and I told her it didn't matter, she was going to do it anyway and if that was what she wanted to throw the fit over go ahead. Oh, and don't forget to hit and kick me, I was ready.
She turned around and stormed to her room with me following to make sure she made it there. When we got there she got upset with me because she can't find one of her toys and she was sure I took it. I told her I had looked for it the last time she asked me about it and couldn't find it then. She then told me I had ruined her Valentines Day because I had lost her toy on purpose. I told her again that I had no idea where her toy was but she could feel free to hit me or kick me now if she wanted to. She then told me she didn't want to as I walked out of her room.
She played up there until supper and came down in a good mood. She did try to argue with me at shower time that she had showered the night before so tonight she didn't need one. I just ignored her and turned on the water. She took her shower and went to bed without a fight.
I am very happy about the way the evening went. We have suffered no set backs from Valentines Day.
I don't have a picture for today. The picture I took is safely saved on my Ipod and I hope to be able to add it someday.
It is a picture of my sweet baby Coco in a little peach hospital gown. We spent 5 hours in the ER tonight.
When I was making supper I had put her in her bouncy seat on the floor in the kitchen so I could talk to her as I was cooking. I thought it was safe for me to walk in the living room for a minute and check something on the computer. Tator was playing in her room, Sissy was in the playpen, and Bubbas was in the dinning room playing where I could see him from the living room. Right after I walked into the living room Shawn came in from work and said something to me. All the sudden we heard a thud and no longer saw Buster. We ran out to the kitchen and Buster had pushed over the bouncy seat and baby Coco had fell forward and hit her head on the floor. We quickly picked her and the seat up, she was crying of course, but looked ok. I got her calmed down very quickly and she was even smiling at me. But it still bothered me that she had hit her head. We couldn't tell if the thud we heard was her head or the seat.
I called the on call worker at our agency and he said we should take her to the ER to make sure she didn't have a concussion. That was my thought too and I knew I wouldn't be able to relax if I didn't have her checked. Although by now she was laughing at us as we were trying to put her into her carseat.
No one seemed real worried about her at the hospital, she was acting fine and being as cute as ever. But after 5 long hours we saw a Dr. and had a CT scan. Which came back fine.
I don't know why she got knocked over, Buster said he was trying to push the seat over to where he was so she could watch him. I'm still struggling with the guilt that I walked out of the room even for a couple minutes and an accident happened. It was just a reminder to me how quick things can happen. I'm just so thankful everything was ok.