May 02
Everyone,
It’s late posting this and I meant to get it out earlier but with Pirate and Professor having huge blow out diapers every two hours (thank you antibiotics), Butterfly plugging up the toilet on the second floor with paper until it was actually raining in the bathroom on the first floor (yeah.) and life in general, it didn’t happen. Until now.
Remember my post a few months back about my little niece Seraph? Remember her heart condition and how the doctors sent her home with no other options? Remember that they didn’t expect her to live much longer?
Right now she is thriving. She is really surprising her doctors and everyone with her growth. She is gaining weight, starting to roll over (and rolling onto her scar so it can’t hurt that much!), and her skin is soft and smooth. She went from not really wanting to be touched to playing with everyone, especially her twin sister Angel.
I keep coming back to a Christmas story. I know, it’s May (I just typed April and had to correct myself…where is the time going?!) but this story just keeps popping in my head. How the Grinch Stole Christmas by Dr. Seuss. Not to say that my niece is a Grinch at all! Just these few little lines have been running through my head:
And what happened then…? Well…in Who-ville they say That the Grinch’s small heart Grew three sizes that day!
And the minute his heart didn’t feel quite so tight, He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light And he brought back the toys! And the food for the feast!
I just can’t help thinking that Seraph’s heart has grown 3 sizes since she’s been home. She’s been basking in the love of her family (it is immense and tangible from thousands of miles away) and she is thriving.
We need your help. This week (May 8th) Seraph has some tests to determine what to do next. My sister in law Splats explains it all very well so go on over there to see what is going to happen.
She is asking us for prayer and fasting on behalf of Seraph tomorrow to prepare for her testing. (Fasting is typically giving up 2 meals for the day.) We need her doctors to know what to do for her that is best.
Please, if you can, join us for this little girl. I for one want to see what she brings when her heart is not so tight.
Safire
Safirediapers, disasters, Splats and Fam, twins
Feb 23
Everyone,
My morning was so productive. I was able to do my Monday mopping and a load of dishes. I even got a shower! Sweet!
The boys didn’t really take their second nap. Instead they sat around and chatted to each other for an hour. Butterfly didn’t nap either, although she had quiet time in her room. I was noticing that it was really windy outside. Since today is our trash/recycling day, I thought about our recycling bin out in the wind. But that’s as far as it went and baby stuff happened.
When I got everyone downstairs, I glanced outside and saw our recycling bin sailing down the street. Oh no! I had to go get it! So I threw on shoes and planned to just rush out the door, grab it, and rush back in. Well Butterfly wanted to come. And she needed shoes. And a coat. She took two steps outside and started to cry. It was COLD today.
I had to catch the bin though so I left her crying on the front step and the boys inside. Bin gathered. We ran back inside.
In the 2 minutes I was gone, the boys made a huge disaster. They discovered the dog’s water bowl. It was full when I forgot about it. It was not full when I saw it again.
What was full was Pirate’s clothes, his CAST and Professor’s knees. I swooped up Pirate to take off his sopping wet clothes upstairs near the hair dryer. As I’m pulling off his clothes, his cast is starting to peel up in strips. AHH! Luckily I watched the doctor do his cast twice. I started smoothing it down so that the edges were sticking to the part that wasn’t wet. It was working!
It was then I noticed that his diaper was wet on the outside and was holding water next to the cast. So I rip that off him and grabbed the hair dryer. I plopped him on my lap, set the dryer to the cool setting, and tried to dry off/fix the cast. He was not happy with me, or with the hair dryer.
He voiced his displeasure not only by crying but by pooping all over my lap. At least he missed his cast. I put him on the floor and try to clean him up one handed because I’m still drying his cast. Butterfly comes in. She is telling me something about Professor and his Mother. Oh yeah. That’s me. I finally had to switch off the hair dryer to hear what she is saying. “Professor is trying to get to his Mooothaaar!”
I leave Pirate screaming on the bathroom floor (because I left!) and went downstairs to investigate what Professor is doing. (All still with poop all over my lap because I haven’t gotten to me yet.) I didn’t have to go very far down the stairs to discover Professor about 4 steps up and climbing. So I grab him. He proceeds to bite my shoulder (his reminder to me that I am food and therefore must fill his belly), burp, and spit up all down my shirt. Great. Poop on pants. Spit up on shirt.
Butterfly starts coughing like she is going to throw up (she has a sensitive gag reflex apparently. I do not. Apparently.) and Pirate is dragging himself naked (except for the cast) down the hall to me. By now I feel that it’s in my best interest to change my clothes so I herd everyone into my room.
My shirt starts to feel wet. I thought at first my milk had let down but no, Professor is soaked more than I thought from the dog bowl. I decide to put clothes on him and change his diaper. He’s all set but unhappy that I am not feeding him. I decide to dress Pirate while I’m at the changing table. Professor is hanging off of me screaming. Butterfly is jumping up and down yelling, “Look at me! Look at me!” Pirate is screaming on the changing table. I look and feel like a frazzled mess.
But his cast is okay! Yay for hair dryers!
New clothes for me and we are all clean. Whew. Not the way I wanted to spend an hour of my afternoon but at least it wasn’t too terrible. Oh, I put the dog’s mat outside to dry and Juice brought it in with icicles hanging off one side. At least it was no longer dripping water.
Only 6 more days till the cast comes off!
Safire
Safiredisasters, life with twins, Pirate's Broken Leg
