Wednesday, February 29, 2012

B.C. .... Is that "Beaver Creek" or "Baby Crisis"??

Last week we went on our 2nd annual family ski trip.  Two years ago, we all went to Telluride, CO and had a blast.  My parents, Mikey's parents, Erin, Taylor, Patrick, Lucy, Mikey and me.  This year Lucy had school and couldn't make it, so Kenny subbed as Patrick's date, and we had two little munchkins join the crew.  I started packing several days prior to departure...I was nervous about taking the babies on their first plane ride.  Little did I know, the plane ride would be the easiest part of the trip....

Parks wasn't feeling well the day we left, and he threw up on the plane.  He had a fever and a really rough day (he just laid his head on my chest the whole time and I could tell he wasn't feeling good).  We arrived in Denver, and then drove 2 hours up to Beaver Creek to our lodge.  I knew he was sick, so Mikey and I took everyone's luggage and the babies and went straight to the condo.  

That night was probably the worst he has ever had.  He was inconsolable for hours that night, which I had never seen before.  There was always something I could do to get him to stop crying.  We went to Urgent Care in the morning...they checked Parks' and Marlee's oxygen levels, and both were at 82-84 (supposed to be 90+).  They immediately put them on oxygen and tested them for RSV.  Results came back positive, and the doctor sent us to the hospital in Vail to be admitted.

We arrived at the hospital Monday afternoon.  The nurses and respiratory therapists were all wonderful.  Mikey's favorite was one of the respiratory guys who had two full sleeve tattoos, neck tattoos and those giant earrings that stretch your ears out.  He was shocking the first time I saw him, but he was really good at what he did, was very attentive to the kids, and took his time to explain things to us.

Each day we thought they would be better, but it takes a while to get through RSV.  It damages the lungs, and being at 12,000 feet altitude...coming from almost sea level...was extremely bad timing.  I would have put them in the car and drove home if they would've been safe, but we needed the doctors and nurses to keep watch.

Parks was about 2 days ahead of Marlee in the virus, so when he would start to improve or change, we would look forward to Marlee doing the same.  They both stopped eating and drinking for about 2 days.  We forced a little bit of pedialyte into Parks, but Marlee completely refused it for about 36 hours.  She was on the verge of getting an IV for fluids (no wet diaper in over a day) and finally took 2 ounces of pedialyte mixed with rice cereal by spoon.  It was just so hard for her to suck from the bottle since she was so congested, so the spoon feeding helped.

My mom, Mikey's mom and Erin were incredibly helpful.  They came to the hospital and would stay with the kids while we went home to shower and get some things we needed.  Then when we finally took the kids home, they were right there with us helping with whatever Parks and Marlee needed.  I believe it when people say that God won't give us more than we can handle...and I know that I couldn't handle several of the phases of this last year without these women.  I am so undeserving, but I am so thankful.

During the stay, they were monitored with the pulse ox tags on their toes, and had nasal canulas with varying amounts of oxygen.  They monitors were eerily similar to the ones we watched for hours and hours in the NICU during their first days of life.  The alarms would sound (sometimes accurate, sometimes false) and my heart would stop until the nurse would check it.  The first night, we had false alarms about every 20 minutes the.entire.night.  It was awful.  Trying to sleep when an alarm that is probably false, but could mean your kid can't breathe is going off nonstop.  Terrifying.  We survived it though.  Thanking God for my incredible husband who refused to leave me at the hospital.  I tried to convince him to go back and get real sleep, but he wouldn't do it.  I am glad he stayed though...we are much MUCH better as a team.  Parks and Marlee received suction for their congestion, and Marlee had some breathing treatments of epinephrine and some other medicine I can't remember, but those didn't help much.  

It almost looks like Parks is smiling in this pic, but neither of them had smiled in about 24 hours at this point.

She was too weak to even get herself in a comfy position.
She would just fall asleep however her body was placed after the breathing treatments and tests.

This is the picture that breaks my heart.
Marlee was like this for 2 days...completely limp.
If you lifted her arm or leg, it would just fall back to the bed.
She wouldn't eat or drink or move.  :'(

On the bright side, the hospital room had a gorgeous view of the Vail mountains.



Parks had the "hood" on his crib, but they never had to use it.
He was a couple of days ahead of Marlee in the virus, so he recovered earlier.

FINALLY, that smile I so desperately missed.

our room.  mikey slept on the floor!!!!

Finally!!  She drank something!!


 We were discharged on Wednesday evening.  Parks was free of all oxygen and Marlee had to take a tank home with 1/8 liter of oxygen, which was tested on Friday and was then removed.  By the time of our flight home on Saturday, both babies were feeling much much better, and though weak still, they did great on the flight home and are doing excellent now.

Everybody has been asking if we got to do anything else on our "vacation."  We did ski a day and a half (Mikey's mom and Erin watched the kids for us, and we could pop in easily since our condo was at the bottom of the lift.)  Even though it was high stress and a scary experience, we did enjoy the last part of the week, and love being with all our family.

One night consisted of excellent pizza from the Blue Moose Pizza Company and then hiking up the ski run in the dark (really high...I had to lay in the snow several times to catch my breath) and then sledding down on your choice of a laundry basket, snowboard or sled.  Good times!


Parks and Grandpa Mike watching the game during the dinner/sledding

Wow.  What an adventure.  We sure won't forget this trip.  :-)

So thankful to be home, happy and HEALTHY now!!

Sunday, February 12, 2012

11 months



Seriously?  11 months.  I have toddlers.  I have two toddlers.  I have two WALKING toddlers.  This is too much.  As I was sitting in church this morning and listening to some discussion about middle schoolers and high schoolers, I was flowing over with love for my two miracles, and still can't figure out why I am so blessed.  I am forever thankful to be a mother.  Watching Parks and Marlee grow up and learn and discover new things has been such a joy, and there is always so much to look forward to.



At 11 months, Marlee is:
> Size 3 diapers
> Size 9-12 month clothes

> Crawls, Pulls Up and Walks!  Wow....what a jump from the last month!!!  (she actually walked before Parks, she had enough of him hitting the milestones first)
> Does the funniest face and scrunches her nose and pouts her lips out while snorting.  We call it the bull and it is hilarious
> Has 2 teeth poking through on the bottom, finally
> Is starting to hold her bottle by herself, and feeds herself finger foods pretty good
> Drinks 4 bottles a day and eats baby food or finger foods with each one (8, 12, 4 and 7:00...bed time at 7:30ish)
> Takes naps at 10 and 2 for about 1.5-2 hours each
> Sooo happy in the mornings
> Has huge blue eyes
> Waves "bye-bye" to EVERYBODY...especially when we are out in public

> Is so tough (way tougher than anyone else in our family)
> Is going to have a best buddy in July, courtesy of Aunt Claire and Uncle Tony


At 11 months, Parks is:
> Size 4 diapers
> Size 12-18 month clothes
> Crawls sooo fast, pulls up, and walks around without holding onto anything (but if he is in a hurry, he drops to the crawl)
> Eats 4 times per day (8, 12, 4 and 7:00...bed time at 7:30ish)
> Can finally hold his own bottle
> Takes naps at 10 and 2 for about 1.5-2 hours each

> Is very interested in eating whatever we are eating, and still likes all food
> Is very ticklish on his ribs and back
> Sooo happy in the mornings
> Has huge blue eyes
> Momma's boy...follows me when I leave the room   :)
> Such a happy baby...rarely cries or fusses and laughs all the time
> Started to wave "bye-bye" after seeing the reaction Marlee was getting from everybody
> L.O.V.E.S. bath time...but is so squirmy....it's like wrestling an alligator
> Has 6 teeth!!  4 on top, and 2 on bottom
> Is going to have a best buddy in July, courtesy of Aunt Erin and Uncle T






When they wake up from their naps, they both stand up and look at each other across the room and talk and crack up at each other.  We have a video baby monitor and watch them...it's Daddy's favorite.  :)

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

A Better Way

A few weeks ago our small group volunteered one night at "A Better Way Ministries" in Peachtree City.  They are a discipleship program that works with men from age 17 - 60 who have had life controlling addictions and problems.  They educate, provide hands-on work experience in several trades (to build a resume and generate work ethic and motivation) and disciple the men, teaching them that ONLY JESUS can fill the void they've been trying to fill with other things in their lives.  It is an incredible program, and after volunteering and working side-by-side with the men in this program, I have developed an incredible respect and admiration for what they are doing.

Hearing the testimonies from some of the men was very powerful, and it truly was a blessing to serve them.  I can't wait to go back!!

My Aunt Libby is one of my favorite people in the world.  She lives nearby and works as a nurse in Peachtree City.  Her husband, my Uncle Ron, has been struggling for the past couple of years and has been out of work and not finding much luck with getting back into the swing of things.  After meeting one of the guys at A Better Way, I felt that God was lining things up for Ron to join the program.

Today, Libby dropped Ron off to go into the 18 month program.  He won't have any contact with family for the first 60 days, and then will slowly start having visitation and contact.  The entire process: sermons at our church the past few weeks, volunteering with just the right people, raising funds without even a struggle, Ron's positive attitude...it has been completely God-breathed.  I am so excited for him to get started in the program and regain his confidence.  I want him to get himself back, and I believe he will.

I will be praying for Libby, as I know it won't be easy for her to be alone for the next year and a half, but she believes this is where God led them, and I know He will walk with her through it.


I saw this quote on Facebook today...
"A year from now, you will wish you started today."

Welp, Ron started today!!   :)  Woo-hoo!