Jim and I were awoke early this morning by crying and Jonathan yelling "MOM...MOM...come here". By the time I made it to their room Thomas was walking out, crying! This was my little boy's first attempt at climbing out of his crib...he obviously hurt himself (crying) but he accomplished his goal. I picked him up and found his pacifier, gave it to him along with a few of his blankets and held him for a few minutes. He calmed down so I laid him back in his crib and I went and laid back down. As I lay in bed I kept thinking "there goes my sleep, there is no way I will be able to sleep now knowing that he can get out of his crib". Jonathan came into the bathroom around 630 letting me know he was up. Around 645am Jonathan asked if he could get Thomas out of his crib. Whew...I guess Thomas was up but he did not try to climb out. I told Jonathan he could go get him and Thomas was fine with the help. So, the boys ate breakfast and I was getting Thomas' clothes ready and Jim asked what Thomas had gotten into, there was red all over his mouth. I immediately thought it was jelly and thought of the mess I would have to clean up. UGH! Thomas walked into his room and one look at his mouth I knew it wasnt jelly...it was blood. Blood was dripping from his mouth, like a baby horror movie. I kept wiping it off and it kept coming. Problem was...I didnt know where it was coming from. It wasnt from a cut on his lips...there was no cut. I couldn't see anything on his tongue and it has been a few hours from when he fell out of his crib. Eventually the bleeding stopped but he has been quiet this morning..he is napping now so we'll see how he is acting when he wakes up.
I don't know why I am more nervous at the thought of Thomas not being in a crib than I was when Jonathan went through this stage. I dont know if it's because he is deaf, I dont know if that matters. It could be the thought of him being "loose" and me sleeping...would he walk into our room and wake me up? would he start playing with toys? I guess the things that worries me too, is that I know he gets up in the middle of the night sometimes. But I know he is OK because he is in his crib...now when he wakes us he may try to escape again...what if he hurts himself and I sleep right through it? UGH...Again, I dont know if him being deaf makes me even more nervous...what if go into his room and he is not there? WHen I call for him he wont be able to hear me? I pray that his stunt this morning is not a reocurring one...that he scared himself enough to stay put...atleast for another couple of months!!!
Friday, November 30, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Happy Thanksgiving
I hope everyone has a fantastic Thanksgiving. I think that Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday (with Christmas coming in a close 2nd). We have family coming in from Virginia(Mom's side) and family coming in from North Carolina(Dad's side). Although a few tragedies happened since last Christmas: the death of my brother in law, Jason. And the death of my Stepfather, Jerry. We do have much to be thankful for. Sometimes it takes a bit to remember that....but there are always things to be thankful for.
Today we were on our way to Sams Club and I put the radio on. I hear Thomas doing his hearty laugh in the backseat. I look in my baby mirror and I see Jonathan and Thomas BOTH dancing to the music. My DEAF son is dancing and enjoying the music on the radio. I think that is truly amazing. Both my children were blessed with a good sense of rythm (thank goodness).
This past week has been one of those "thankful for what" weeks! lol Last Friday Jonathan came home and his eye looked a bit odd. I passed it off as it being windy outside and he may have gotten something in it and scratched it. He woke up Saturday around 330am and came into our room with his eye stuck together with icky green yucks. So off to the dr.'s we go. GREAT...Jonathan has pink eye. Which, as most of you know, is highly contagious. I wake up yesterday morning feeling like I had been hit by a mack truck. UGH...chest pains, headache, body aches, dizziness, etc. I cancel Thomas' therapy appointment so I dont infect any other people with the funk I have. Thomas wakes up and as I was opening the blinds in his room I kept staring at him and it looked as if he was blinking at me. OH NO! The light of the day shines in and what do I see???? icky green yucks in his eye. Good thing I canceled his therapy appointment earlier! I call the dr. we get an app. for 1st thing in the morning (Jonathan's school is right around the corner from the pediatrician). We go to the dr. and come to find out that Thomas also has pink eye. Have you ever tried putting stinging eye drops into a toddlers eyes? I dont recommend it. He has only had 3 doses so far..last night and this morning I had to do by myself but his 1st dose Jim had to hold him down so I could open his eyes and put the drops in. I feel so bad because he REALLY cries when I put them in. I am assuming they hurt a bit, that is what Jonathan had told me (he also cringes when he gets his...he only has 1 more does though...thank goodness). I went to the dr. later in the afternoon and found out that I have chest/throat/ear infections. I havent had an ear infection in years! The dr. said that my left ear is severely infected..which is causing my equilibrium to be off. I have been dropping things, blacking out, lotsa fun. My meds are finally starting to kick in...so I am hoping that I am feeling a bit better by tomorrow. We are celebrating Thanksgiving with my Dad's family at my Grandpa's nursing home...I dont know if I should go...I dont want to get any of the residents sick.
Even though we have a house of sickies (Jim has not come down anything as of yet...that I am VERY thankful for...lol) I am still VERY thankful for what I have; a wonderful and loving family, a warm place to call home and technology that makes it possible for my deaf son to hear (amongs many other things...If I listed EVERY thing I was thankful for this blog would go on and on).
I hope everyone has a very Happy and Healthy Thanksgiving.
Today we were on our way to Sams Club and I put the radio on. I hear Thomas doing his hearty laugh in the backseat. I look in my baby mirror and I see Jonathan and Thomas BOTH dancing to the music. My DEAF son is dancing and enjoying the music on the radio. I think that is truly amazing. Both my children were blessed with a good sense of rythm (thank goodness).
This past week has been one of those "thankful for what" weeks! lol Last Friday Jonathan came home and his eye looked a bit odd. I passed it off as it being windy outside and he may have gotten something in it and scratched it. He woke up Saturday around 330am and came into our room with his eye stuck together with icky green yucks. So off to the dr.'s we go. GREAT...Jonathan has pink eye. Which, as most of you know, is highly contagious. I wake up yesterday morning feeling like I had been hit by a mack truck. UGH...chest pains, headache, body aches, dizziness, etc. I cancel Thomas' therapy appointment so I dont infect any other people with the funk I have. Thomas wakes up and as I was opening the blinds in his room I kept staring at him and it looked as if he was blinking at me. OH NO! The light of the day shines in and what do I see???? icky green yucks in his eye. Good thing I canceled his therapy appointment earlier! I call the dr. we get an app. for 1st thing in the morning (Jonathan's school is right around the corner from the pediatrician). We go to the dr. and come to find out that Thomas also has pink eye. Have you ever tried putting stinging eye drops into a toddlers eyes? I dont recommend it. He has only had 3 doses so far..last night and this morning I had to do by myself but his 1st dose Jim had to hold him down so I could open his eyes and put the drops in. I feel so bad because he REALLY cries when I put them in. I am assuming they hurt a bit, that is what Jonathan had told me (he also cringes when he gets his...he only has 1 more does though...thank goodness). I went to the dr. later in the afternoon and found out that I have chest/throat/ear infections. I havent had an ear infection in years! The dr. said that my left ear is severely infected..which is causing my equilibrium to be off. I have been dropping things, blacking out, lotsa fun. My meds are finally starting to kick in...so I am hoping that I am feeling a bit better by tomorrow. We are celebrating Thanksgiving with my Dad's family at my Grandpa's nursing home...I dont know if I should go...I dont want to get any of the residents sick.
Even though we have a house of sickies (Jim has not come down anything as of yet...that I am VERY thankful for...lol) I am still VERY thankful for what I have; a wonderful and loving family, a warm place to call home and technology that makes it possible for my deaf son to hear (amongs many other things...If I listed EVERY thing I was thankful for this blog would go on and on).
I hope everyone has a very Happy and Healthy Thanksgiving.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Equipment in Water.....
What a scare we had today. This morning we were getting ready for therapy and Thomas must have been upset that I wasnt playing with him....I was cleaning the fish tank....and I looked over, Thomas had his CI off and was winging it around the kitchen. All of a sudden he walks over to me and throws it right in the water. UGH. I pulled it out of the water, dried it off, stuck it into the dry n store. I switched out what I could but he needed the babyworn cord for therapy. He has had it on all day so I guess it is water resistant...something I really never wanted to find out more than running through the rain from the car to the house!!!
On another note....Thomas is doing so well! It is amazing to me all that he understands and tries to say/repeat. We are working on clean/dirty and hot/cold (amongst other things) and when we say "dirty"...I will say "yucky" and sour my face up. Thomas does the same thing when I will say "dirty" and than we have to go over to the nearest sink and wash our hands. Than we say, "BYE BYE Dirty"....as we walk away from the sink and soap!!!!
Saturday was my brothers 21st birthday. Before we went out that night (for Mike's SURPRISE party) we hung out at my Mom's house. Mike put a cd in and we were sitting around talking and as soon as the music started playing Thomas jumped up and started dancing. We all got so excited that myself, Mike, his friend Brittany, Jonathan and Coco (dog) all jumped up and started dancing with him. After dancing for a bit I ran over and got my camera and took a few seconds of video... I am going to try to post the video...it is priceless.
To think, without the technology of the cochlear implant my son would never get a chance to hear music, love music and dance around to music.
Thank goodness for technology.
On another note....Thomas is doing so well! It is amazing to me all that he understands and tries to say/repeat. We are working on clean/dirty and hot/cold (amongst other things) and when we say "dirty"...I will say "yucky" and sour my face up. Thomas does the same thing when I will say "dirty" and than we have to go over to the nearest sink and wash our hands. Than we say, "BYE BYE Dirty"....as we walk away from the sink and soap!!!!
Saturday was my brothers 21st birthday. Before we went out that night (for Mike's SURPRISE party) we hung out at my Mom's house. Mike put a cd in and we were sitting around talking and as soon as the music started playing Thomas jumped up and started dancing. We all got so excited that myself, Mike, his friend Brittany, Jonathan and Coco (dog) all jumped up and started dancing with him. After dancing for a bit I ran over and got my camera and took a few seconds of video... I am going to try to post the video...it is priceless.
To think, without the technology of the cochlear implant my son would never get a chance to hear music, love music and dance around to music.
Thank goodness for technology.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Is It HE Who Chooses These Moms? by Erma Bombeck
IS IT HE WHO CHOOSES THESE MOMS?
Erma Bombeck
Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures, and a couple by habit. This year, nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of special needs children. Did you ever wonder how mothers of special needs children are chosen? Somehow, I visualize God hovering over earth selecting His instrument for propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger.
“Armstrong, Beth, son. Patron saint, Matthew.
“Forrest, Marjorie, daughter. Patron saint, Cecelia
“Rutledge, Carrie, twins. Patron saint…give her Gerard, He’s used to profanity.”
Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles, “Give her a special needs child.”
The angel is curious. “Why this one, God? She’s so happy.” “Exactly, “ smiles God.
“Could I give a special needs child a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel.” “But has she patience?” Asks the angel.
“I don’t want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she’ll handle it.
“I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I’m going to give her has his own world. She has to make it live in her world and that’s not going to be easy.”
“But, Lord, I don’t think she even believes in You.” God smiles, “No matter. I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness.”
The angel gasps, “Selfishness? Is that a virtue?” God nods. “If she can’t separate herself from the child occasionally, she’ll never survive. Yes, there is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn’t realize it yet, but she is to be envied.
She will never take for granted a “spoken word.” She will never consider a “step” ordinary. When her child says “Mama” for the first time, she will be present at a miracle and know it! When she describes a tree or a sunset to her blind child, she will see it as few people ever see creations.
“I will permit her to see clearly the things I see….. Ignorance, cruelty, prejudice…and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side.”
“And what about her patron saint?” Asks the angel. His pen poised in mid-air. God smiles, “A mirror will suffice!”
Erma Bombeck
Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures, and a couple by habit. This year, nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of special needs children. Did you ever wonder how mothers of special needs children are chosen? Somehow, I visualize God hovering over earth selecting His instrument for propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger.
“Armstrong, Beth, son. Patron saint, Matthew.
“Forrest, Marjorie, daughter. Patron saint, Cecelia
“Rutledge, Carrie, twins. Patron saint…give her Gerard, He’s used to profanity.”
Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles, “Give her a special needs child.”
The angel is curious. “Why this one, God? She’s so happy.” “Exactly, “ smiles God.
“Could I give a special needs child a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel.” “But has she patience?” Asks the angel.
“I don’t want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she’ll handle it.
“I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I’m going to give her has his own world. She has to make it live in her world and that’s not going to be easy.”
“But, Lord, I don’t think she even believes in You.” God smiles, “No matter. I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness.”
The angel gasps, “Selfishness? Is that a virtue?” God nods. “If she can’t separate herself from the child occasionally, she’ll never survive. Yes, there is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn’t realize it yet, but she is to be envied.
She will never take for granted a “spoken word.” She will never consider a “step” ordinary. When her child says “Mama” for the first time, she will be present at a miracle and know it! When she describes a tree or a sunset to her blind child, she will see it as few people ever see creations.
“I will permit her to see clearly the things I see….. Ignorance, cruelty, prejudice…and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side.”
“And what about her patron saint?” Asks the angel. His pen poised in mid-air. God smiles, “A mirror will suffice!”
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