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This Off the Wall Wednesday, is to wish you a Happy New Year, direct your eyes to some things I've done here on the blog, Give you a heads up to what you will be seeing here in the year, 2015.
Happy New Year.
In my progress of working on my blog settings I discovered, that my blog address was missing the second u in future.
Since I had no actual comments on the blog so far I went ahead and fixed it. It does mean that my past posts that were linked to the old address are broken now. And I lost that 1 person that was following my blog. Which happened to of been my son.
On the side I've added a list of the Blogs I read. I will be adding more to the list as times moves along. There are others things that I will be adding to the side in the future.
– Dec 13th, 2014 was the most stressful and craziest week we have had all year.I left the story off writing about the
consult we had with the Surgeon for the 8th.It went well and Eli was a lot more relaxed
about the upcoming surgery.We came home,
without knowing when the surgery would be.
the Surgeon’s office called to tell me they had an opening Dec 11th.It amazes me that last weeks rushed post made
sense to anyone.Cause later that
morning my son said to me on the way to taking them to school.“Mom, your Bat S--t Crazy.”LOL.My son is great at saying the most off the
wall things to me.After a long deep
breathe and a moment of thinking about what he said, I had to agree with him, laughing.
started writing my son’s story, I had not realized that it would enable us to
grow closer. It gave him a window into
my mind, and he learned things about his childhood he was not aware of.
He also gave
me directions on some of the pictures he wanted me to take. The nurses were not happy seeing me pulling
the camera out in the recovery area to take this picture. The surgery
to place the stent was, Dec 11th, 2014.
surgery was done, he had challenges of keeping liquids down for hours.
meal of solid foods was French toast sticks, then pizzas.He was not released until late afternoon
Fridaythe weather had been yucky all
day and just got worse as evening came.
The fog got worse
the further we drove south so we gave up and rented a room at the Grand Hotel. You can still see the fog out the window of
the hotel room we rented, but it was not as bad as it had been the night before.
We made it
home, and my son has been chattering about all the things he wants to do now. His working with me on his story has sparked
the desire to start a personal blog of his own.
It’s nice to see he is smiling and making plans for his future.
I’m so happy
and glad that my son’s story has a happy ending.
Hope you drop by next Friday to see what I’m
blogging about next.
For me it's 5am Wednesday. I've got a lot of things that needs to be done today, so I'm struggling to keep my mind focused on writing this.
Sometimes things just don't go as planned. If this was my personal blog, and not my business blog, I wouldn't be sitting here struggling to keep my mind focused long enough to do an entry.
With the internet you can't easily hang a sign on the door saying closed until Monday.
The internet never sleeps. It doesn't take weekends off, and it won't get sick and need surgery.
It's the best type of business partner one can find.
I don't have a device that will let me work on the go. Even if I did have one I still would choose to tape a closed sign on the door. You can't hold a child's hand, or look them in the eyes to see they are filled with fear of the future, if you don't put the devices down once in a while.
It was their
father’s habit to wait outside with them for the school bus, and that morning
was no different. He was standing there
watching as our daughter hurried up into the bus, while our son slow poked along
behind his sister and was in the door way when the bus was rear ended. The impact caused my son to fall backward out
of the bus, while my daughter was rolling around inside the bus.
I heard no sounds of squealing breaks, just the sickening sounds of metal against
metal. I ran out of the house without
any shoes on, praying the bus wasn't a part of the wreck.
The bus was still there. I
hurried toward the bus to see my son getting up off the ground cussing as he
started dusting himself off.
like the bus wreck, one is on pure instincts, and the fact my son got up ready
to fight, gave me a peace of mind. I
knew in that moment that no matter what my son, faced in the future, if it
did not kill him, he would come out on top.
Once the primary doctor heard about him being in a bus wreck, she labeled him a miraculous child. She made me see just how lucky we were that the Bicuspid Aortic Valve and a Coarctation of Aorta, didn't take him that day.
There is a
lot of other things going on in my son’s life that I wasn't aware of until I started the process of creating
a stress free home for my son.
With all the
high stress circumstances he has faced in the past it makes me very aware just
how lucky we have been that the Coarctation of the Aorta has not taken him from
For now his
highest stress is the upcoming surgery.
His regular doctor raised his dosage of high blood pressure meds again. He is taking his blood pressure readings 3
times a day, his readings were starting to climb back up again.
he has an appointment in the city to meet with the surgeon. This one is just a consult, so we can meet
the surgeon, and my son can ask him questions which hopefully will help him
conquer the last remaining fears he has about the surgery. We also should learn then the day he will be
having the surgery.
I did not
interact much with him as an infant. I
watched him from a distance. I had been
put on meds for depression and had to meet with a counselor once a week and
meet the Doctor once a month. I did that
for 5 yrs. In that time frame they
changed it from Baby Blues to depression to me being Bipolar.
For my son,
he hit all his growth marks early. He
started talking and walking, months before average babies do, he took to
reading like a duckling takes to water.
He is reading in the collage levels now.
His being an
only child was a reason I used to put him in Day Care after he turned 3. I am an only child myself, and I really
didn’t want that for him. I wanted him
to be able to interact with other children.
Sending him to Day Care, did create problems. LOL.
talking to the Day Care Providers. They
suggested he should be tested for hearing problems. So we had him tested. We even ended up going to a specialist in the
city to have him examined, but they found nothing wrong with his ear, throat or
eyes. He just wasn’t talking to people
outside of the family.
all that testing, and sharing the results with the Day Care, that there was
nothing wrong with him another kid started being brought to the Day Care, that
amazed the Providers cause my son and the boy hit it off. They told me how the two boys would sit in a
corner together playing and they never said a word to each other.
He did start
talking to people outside the family after his little sister was born. When he entered the school system, he again
went back to a quiet boy; it was about the third month in school that he
I think it
was second grade that we got called in to speak with the teacher. She was complaining to us cause she was
having trouble with him not putting his book away when it was time to move on
to the next subject in class. If a child
finished a subject early the teacher encouraged the students to read while the
other students worked on the assignment.
was unhappy with the fact he was a book worm and wanted to get him into sports. I flat refused to let my son play American
Football. So in the end he played Soccer
for a few seasons.
suggested I do a blog entry about my son.
I have been thinking about it and found that it’s going to take a few
blog entries to tell my son’s story.
every parent thinks their child is special, and they are. Why do I think my son is so special, that I’m
blogging about him? Why do I feel the
need to share his story with you?
A few people
online know that I’ve been taking my son to see specialists. The buck has stopped with a heart specialist,
and my story doesn’t have an ending yet.
Sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself.
He is 15yrs
right now, but in truth looking back at his life, his coming into the world
When he was
in the womb I struggled with depression and suicidal thoughts, he was the only thing that stopped me from following
through with my suicide.
In the womb
one doctor noticed a heart mummer, so I was transferred to an older doctor that
didn’t notice a heart mummer. The doctor
did notice in the 9th month that the scans of his growth rate had stopped and
seemed to be regressing so my son came into the world by C-section, weeks before due date a few ounces shy of 6 lbs.
struggling with depression so I really didn’t care that his father wouldn’t let
anyone hold our son until 2 months after our son was born.
between mother and child was not there for me.
I would look at him, and feel no emotional motherly bond with the
I pitied the
baby, for being born to such a worthless mother. The world was filled with women that can’t
have babies, one of them would make a better mother to him then I will
ever. That was the thoughts in my head
every time I looked at him.
2000, I was in a Mental Hospital under suicide watch.
It’s funny, that it was there that I
discovered that I wasn’t such a bad mother.
I wasn’t a druggie mother that wrapped her baby in a blanket so she
could go see her dealer to get herself a fix in the middle of winter in a car
that the heater didn’t work. I wasn’t
the drunken mother that passed out in the middle of fixing noodles for her kid
and caused the house to catch on fire.
I got more
out of those two mother’s sharing their stories with me while we were out in
the court yard smoking cigarettes then I did the counselors and Dr.
Trick-A-Trunk was started 6 to 7 years ago by some local Farmers and Ranches, who enjoy Halloween but no longer saw anyone coming to knock on their front door. They understood the raising prices in gas, was a factor in why no one was coming to their door, anymore.
With each passing year Trick-A-Trunk has became more popular. I'm not sure when the churches, hopped in the trucks with the Ranchers and Farmers, but the union insured a big parking lot and increased the safety of the children coming to Trick-A-Trunk.
Since I mentioned Safety, I will just show you with this picture. The adult in the background wearing the Highway Patrol Uniform is the real deal.
Since the Farmers and Ranches started Trick-A-Trunk they also started stocking up on candy months in advance for the event. None of them were happy about the year they actually ran out of candy and had to make 3 runs to the local stores for candy.
They not only dress up their selves for Halloween, they also dress up their rides.
This Hooked Pirate which you can't see his hook, was one of the men that walked the line up of trunks checking to see if any of them needed candy. I didn't get a chance to check my picture to make sure I had gotten the hook cause I was to busy trying to not get ran over by the next guy I got pictures of.
They are always adding something new, and this was certainly a surprise. Since I was having to scramble to get out of his way or be ran over. None of my pictures of him were in focus cause it never failed when I pressed the button was when he started moving again.
This beauty wasn't a part of the Trick-A-Trunk line up, which is why I was able to get a good shot of it. There were a few classic cars in the Trick-A-Trunk line up.
It was no surprise to me that my daughter came across some of her school friends that also came to the Trick-A-Trunk.
We came across a lot of different characters.
There was also all kind of characters that came to Trick-A-Trunk
I'll wrap this blog entry up with this little guy. He had finished Trick-A-Trunk and was ready to go home to eat his goodies he got, but with the promise of another piece of candy he did take a moment to look at me so I could get this picture. My daughter happily gave him one of her pieces of her candy since I didn't make her be in the picture.