After a late morning albuterol/ ipratropium round for wheezing break-through, my kids began playing ‘clinic’ with the teddy bears from their beds.
As they prep my son’s bear for a ‘procedure’, my youngest picks him up, places him close to her nose & SNIFFFFFS deeply. “He smells TERRIBLE!” she says before stuffing him under her sister’s nose & asking her to smell.
SNIFFFFFF goes my older daughter. “Ew! This bear smells GROSS! Smell it Momma!”
As she hands me the bear, I realize the leg is moist. Keeping it a good distance from my nose, I sniff lightly.
UGH!!! Vomit. The bear’s leg smells like VOMIT.
Thanks, GERD & overnight GTube feeds. Thanks very much.
My Dad has been dead 18 years this summer. He had a favorite sweater I remember especially well. This week I made it into a house-warming birthday gift for my youngest brother. Favorite sweater, handknit by Mom, will soon become a coordinating item. I love to upcycle.
The kids had some adventures in creating this week too. There are Valentines to deliver and Tic-Tac-Toe to play. Trachs, kids & hammers…
My kids declared today:
“National Bitty Baby Day”
They have been playing with their Bitty triplets all afternoon. First they dressed them in matching outfits & “took them swimming”. Later the Bitty 3 dressed as ghosts using the doctor coats my kids have. Now the dolls are ill and receiving skilled medical care from my 3 little pros. So glad they are happily amused.
My three youngest sit talking at the table.
My son says: “When I’m big, I’m gonna marry Momma.”
I ask him why- what about me makes him want to marry me. He says: “Momma, you’re LOVELY!”
His twin plans to marry the son of one of our former nurses- because the nurse “will be too OLD to marry me when I’m grown up”.
My youngest states: “When I grow up, I’m gonna marry (my biggest brother). I’m gonna grow up … & MARRY HIM!”
When asked why, what is he like that makes you want to marry him?
Her response: “Bacon. He’s bacon.”
Set down my friends & you will hear
The midnight nebs we do revere
The pulsing PARIs thump the floor
Albuterol works magic more
A cough, a sneeze, but rare awake
Misty medicine breath intake
The final checks across the room
Re-fill compressors for the two’em
Meds run out, I make the switch
Mist back on & then neb rinse
Check respir-rate, sats & heart
Climb to loft, sleep-vigil start
4, 5 hours wait for beeps
Hoping none while 3some sleeps
Ever watchful of my peeps
2014 came in with an illness bang. Lower sats across the crew & 4L of oxygen for one were the elements of my New Year’s Eve celebrations. 2 days of 6-hour scheduled nebulized medications seem to be working their “magic” & today lung congestion is rampant but oxygen requirements are back nearer to baseline. I am really hoping this is the “turn” of this illness & we’ll be down to 8hr meds & oxygen baseline by the weekend.
This year I hope to blog more- not to high a bar considering there were only 45 posts last year! Be prepared fir updates & poems & cuteness. 🙂
Hoping for a Happy & Healthy New Year for all of you & yours.
My “Big Kids” of 2014
My son can dress himself… most days.