The Lindsay Clan

It's just the Saddest Thing!

My poor boys came home from Idaho sick, sick, sick.  They walked in the door and they had the "sick" eyes and "sick" cheeks (you know the ones- glazed, dull eyes and bright pink cheeks).  Josh sounded like a seal and Calvin just kind of sat around staring at things.  Pat (with the help of our great neighbor [thanks Ash!]) took the boys into the pediatrician who in turn sent Calvin up to Primary Children's hospital for further tests.  (Josh did have the croup and has been running around on a steroid high for 24 hours, but that's another post....) 

Pat and Cal got to the hospital at 9 pm and there they sat for the next 7 and a half hours.  At the end of it all Calvin tested positive for RSV, an ear infection, and they confirmed pneumonia.  The Dr. did want to admit Cal but Pat felt some rest at home was a better option especially considering my situation.  So the Dr. sent Pat home with an oxygen tank and said we could try it but only if we could keep the oxygen on him and his levels high enough.  Sounds easy enough but I think keeping an oxygen tube up a 2-year old's nose is almost as easy as shoving a wet cat inside of a small bag-- it is darn near impossible.  However- as Calvin becomes more tired and we become more sneaky and creative, we've been a little more successful.

Let's just say it was a long night and a long day and will most likely be another long night. 

I think I have a BIG problem

Oh my gosh-- I need some help.  I have fallen off the healthy eating wagon and hard.  All I want is anything sweet, preferably with chocolate and peanut peanut.  Seriously- I have two  kinds of chocolate/peanut ice-cream in the freezer (oh- and a gallon of thin mint...), I want Whatchamacallits and Reeses all the time, and today, well today I ate 4 chocolate chip cookies (and a chocolate/carmel shake from Artic Circle.)  Last week I told Pat to bring home a bag of Laffy Taffy's.  Not only did he obey- he brought home 2 bags!  I am in so much trouble!!  So am I eating like an Oompa Loompa and I am lying in bed all day...not a good combination.  Seriously, if I don't die of boredom, the sugar shock will get me. 

Goodness...any advice on how to overcome some very powerful sweet tooth cravings and make it through this pregnancy without weighing a couple of tons?

Welcome Home baby boys!

So the most difficult thing about this best-rest edict has been the time away from my children, especially the twins.  Gabe is pretty self reliant but the babies still need so much attention, care, and lifting.  When they are home, I end up having lots of contractions.  Because of my temporary inability to care for them they way they need, they have been spending quite a bit of time (4-5 days a week) with their Grandma and Grandpa in Idaho.  

It is really comforting to know they are someplace where they are very comfortable and loved (OK spoiled).   Every week they are so excited to go in "Gampa's BIG truck" and I'm glad they are happy to be with their grand-parents.  However, every time they leave, I am miserable and feel soooo guilty.  I just tell myself over and over, "it's only for a few months...there is nothing to be done for it...we are so blessed to have such wonderful family."  Still-- I miss my boys!

The bright side though is that the homecomings are great!  They always knock on the door, I open it and sit on the floor, and we have a great big, happy family hug complete with lots of laughs and kisses.  I captured this photo as they walked in the door yesterday.  Seeing them so happy to see me made my heart full (and yes my eyes were full as well.)  And in a few months, this period of our lives will just be filed away as another adventure and lesson learned.

Unforgettable Valentine

I wish I could tell you we spent an exciting, luxurious day at a warm beach location or that my sweetie sprung for a romantic dinner for 2 on the town.  We didn't. 

That's perfectly alright however.  Instead, we found ourselves with no children in the house (my in-laws have been watching the twins at their house in Idaho and Gabe's with cousins in Heber).  Pat promptly declared that it would be a good day for him to get lots done in the basement.  Before that, the sweet man picked up dinner and cheesecake for a dinner in.  Instead of starting in the basement (like I'm sure he wanted), he sat with me and watched Definitely, Maybe.  Truly, it's a perfect movie for Valentines day (and the leading man and Pat do resemble each other...) as it was sweet, and funny, and in the end he gets the right girl.  As we watched the show and polished off the chocolate cake cheesecake, I realized there is nothing I'd rather be doing or no place I'd rather be than snuggled up next to my guy,in my jammies, with my hideous bed hair.  True- not our most thrilling V-day ever, but it's one I'll not soon forget.  

I surely do love my husband.

Bed Rest Can Be Fun!!

My fab neighbor, Ashley, sent me her top ten reasons why bed-rest is a good thing.  There is always a silver lining isn't there?

10. You can be inactive and still hold a temple recommend. ( Poor Pat gets to chase the twins around church.  If you see one of my twins streaking down the hall- stop them.  Pat's probably trying to catch him!)
9.  You don't have to wear maternity clothes ever again instead you get
to wear comfy pajamas all day. 
8.  You get to take daily baths instead of showers.  A shower is just
too much work.  You have to relax. 
7.  You get to hibernate like a bear inside your warm toasty house.  You
don't have to come out till spring.  No driving in this winter weather.
6.  The remote control is in your sole possession....at least during the
day!
5.  You are stopping the aging process by not wearing make-up.  You will
look younger than your peers.
4.  You don't have to feel guilty for the time spent reading numerous
novels.
3.  You can watch as many chick flicks as you want.
2.  It's your job to get fat.  Comfort food is a must.
1.  You will get plenty of visits from your fabulous neighbor.  (Is this
a good thing?)

Thanks Ashley!!  I just want you to know I'm working hard on 2,3, and 9.

 

Conversations with a Two Year Old

Josh- (walking into the room chewing and grinning from ear to ear)  I got it!  I did it!

Mom- Josh what's in your mouth?

Josh- Mmmm.  It's mine!!

Mom- (furiously trying to think what he could have found in the laundry room)  Come over here and show me your tongue.

Josh- (swallowing) I found it!

Mom- (realizing the cat is fed in the laundry room) Oh no you didn't... (taking a whiff of Josh's mouth) Oh yes you did!

Josh- (proudly) I ate it!

Update

I had my followup Dr appointment yesterday.  There is some good news and not so good news.  The good news is that the bed-rest helped alot.  Things have settled down and she felt that things have stabilized.  The not so good news is that I will need to stay down for quite some time to keep Sonic safely cooking for the next 3 months.

She told me to begin preparing for an early baby.  Her goal is to get us to 34 weeks (I'm 23 now) though even that is way to early for me.  We start steroid shots in 2 weeks to develop the lungs and brain membranes. 

I have to admit, I'm feeling a little blue.  I was hoping for better news.  I think I feel the worst for my kids especially the twins.  They need their mom and want to play and be picked up and do things that I won't be able to do for the duration.  Thank goodness for Grandma's, right?!  Even though I feel a little discouraged, I'm grateful we live in a time with medical advances designed to keep people pregnant and care for little ones born too early.  It really could be much, much worse. 

Nasty Little Sushers

What a morning!  Our new routine consists of Pat getting ready and about 10 minutes before he leaves, I go out to load and start his car. 

This morning was no different.  At about 7:10 I started his car, locked the doors, and went back inside.  At 7:20 Pat went out and some little brat (I suspect the susher was a Jr. High student walking to school) smashed the passenger side window and stole....Josh's back-pack.  Yep- the idiot left the new and expensive pair of sunglasses, Pat's wallet, the MP3 player ,and other various treasures and grabbed the 2 yr old's Scooby-Doo bag (with a change of clothes and most annoying, Josh's tennis shoes.)  So not only is the culprit destructive and selfish, but the future inmate is also as stupid as the rock they used to smash the window.

So, if anyone sees a small green and black Scooby-doo back-pack floating around, give me a call.  I want those shoes back.

Just like Dad!

Calvin loves to be grown-up, especially if it's like his dad.  (Cal does a great "No-no-no" impression of Pat.)  So he was really pleased when Pat put his coat on him one chilly night in Arizonia.  I don't think he stopped beaming until we made him take it off for bath.  And then we got the opposite reaction....