Thankful

It's the end of the Thanksgiving weekend. I've finally got a few minutes of quiet time to think about the last couple of days. We've had an awesome few days with friends and family. That always reminds me how blessed we are with the people in our lives.
On Thanksgiving, we were invited to Stacy and Lawana's this year. Had a huge lunch over there with them, Uncle Sandy, and Dad. Afterwards we went to visit with Mike's parents, then came home and put our Christmas tree up. It was much easier than last year, considering that I'm not 8 months pregnant this year! Time flies! Friday, I had decided I was going to cook lunch and attempt to make my grandma's stuffing. I miss her so much, and REALLY miss her cooking. Wish I'd paid more attention when she was here. So, we cooked a ham, dressing, macaroni, green bean bundles, and poppy seed cake (another of my favorites from my grandma). Cary, Dad, Hannah, and Uncle Sandy came to eat with us. It was really nice. That evening we went back to Olney and spent the evening with old friends. Then yesterday we cooked again for Mace. Lots of cooking and eating going on around here!
What I really want to remember about this year, was the night before Thanksgiving. I had cooked my first pumpkin pie. Mason was really excited, he has a huge sweet tooth! It had to cool for 2 hours though, so I had to put him to bed telling him he could have some for breakfast. He wasn't happy with me. Well, about 9:00, I don't know what got into me, but I went and got my son out of bed, and told him let's go have some pie. His little eyes just lit up as he ran with me to the kitchen. I had bought the whipped cream in the can for the pie, so I got that out too. As I was shaking it to put on the pie, I had another wild idea! I told Mason to open his mouth and sprayed his mouth full of whipped cream. The look on his face was priceless! He couldn't believe his mom had got him out of bed to fill his mouth with sugar and pie. He was laughing so hard as we all took whip cream shots with our pie. Before he ran back to bed he said that was the best-funniest thing he'd ever done and he loved me. Priceless memories. What I live for.

Momma goes to the hospital

Well. You know you're sick when your husband tells the nurse in the hospital, "If she'd been a horse, we'd have put 'er down."
It's been a long horrible week, but I'm back home with my family and slowly feeling a little closer to normal. Been sick since last Sunday night. Ended up in the ER on Wednesday morning, thinking I just needed some fluids to rehydrate me. Then ended up being admitted to the hospital thanks to crazy lab work and wierd little ER doctors. By the time I was released last night, my actual doctor was certain I had a gallbladder problem and it should just come out. Watch what I eat until it does. However, this afternoon, the results of the sonogram showed nothing wrong with the gallbladder, so who knows. I'll do more labwork next week and try to keep foods down. I've had three solid meals since last Sunday, so eating is a little scary right now!
Whatever is or was going on, I'm just glad to be home. My wonderful, wonderful husband has got to be the most stressed out, tired man out there today. He's been so great this week. Being Mr. Mom and doing everything for the boys while taking care of me too. He's done absolutely everything this week by himself. I don't know what I'd do without this wonderful man I'm lucky enough to call my husband.
And also thanks to my momma who came and held my hair back for me on Tuesday with a wet cold wash cloth. The only one brave enough to come around someone that sick, haha, guess it's a momma thing. Love you mom.

Lazy Sunday

I'm so tired today. And I haven't really done anything this weekend. Mike has been gone since Friday morning for his annual hunting trip down south. Guess I'm tired from chasing these boys by myself. Mike really is a lot of help with them. I can really tell the difference when he's gone. I took them to IHOP this morning. I was craving eggs benedict and didn't feel like cooking!
Yesterday we went to Olney to go to Keleigh's birthday party at Ira's house. The kids enjoyed it and we got to visit with the family, so that was nice. Had supper at Nana & Papa Dale's. Mason is still mad at me because he didn't get to stay the night with his Aunt Molly, cause after all, Koy said it was alright!
Before I went to the party, I drove over to the cemetary to see Jeffrey's headstone. It was finally put in last week sometime. And, it's beautiful. I've been driving out there everytime I go to Olney, but for some reason seeing the actual headstone finally there, just made it more real. Final. All I could do was cry. Still hard to believe he's gone.

Anyway, my last couple of posts have been bummers. Try to be more upbeat next time. Oh, wait! I know what I am upbeat about...Texas Tech won again!!

Good news...hard recovery

It's been a rough couple of days. We had Mason's scan on Wednesday. He had to have a catheter and an IV to complete the scan. As much as I love Cook's hospital, I wish sometimes they would just sedate him before doing these procedures. The IV went well, there was a really nice lady who came to talk to him and show him what they were going to do. The catheter, didn't go so well. We had to hold him down, and they had trouble getting it in. It seemed like it took forever to get it in. By the time it was in, Mason was hysterical, I was crying, my mom was crying, and the two nurses were shook up. It was pretty rough. The scan itself though, went awesome. They didn't even do the second half because his kidney was draining so well. This hasn't ever happened! They kept asking me if he'd had some procedure done since the last time, cause he looked so much better. I can't explain the improvement, but I'll take it! It was so nice to leave there with good news for once. My poor mom got a taste of what we've been through with Mason since he was born, it's hard to see him going through stuff like that. He bounced back pretty quick, but couldn't go to the bathroom on his own. The catheter made him pretty sore. Yesterday morning, he was still in really bad pain, so I had to stay home with him again. I won't go into all the details, but it was rough. Seeing your child in so much pain and trying to make them do something that hurts them...well...I'm just emotionally drained. By 3 yesterday afternoon, he finally got some relief. And now he's feeling 100% better. Amazing how quick he bounces back. Luckily we shouldn't have to do any procedures for a long while since he's doing so well.

House Of Poop

Man, it's been crazy lately! I know you are reading House of Poop and saying ugh, where'd that come from? But you just had to be there. Mike and I have been overwhelmed by the bowel movements of our children. To put it short and sweet, Mason has been constipated and Sam got a diarrhea stomach bug. Gross I know, but thus is the life of a parent.
Halloween went well. Mason was batman and Kooper was a scary masked man. Sam was getting over the stomach bug, so he stayed close to the bathtub with his daddy. It was a beautiful night for trick or treating. Also, three years ago we closed on our first house! Still loving Lakeside.
Saturday Molly and I worked on a secret Christmas project, I think it went well. Can't spoil the surprise though, so no, I'm not telling you what we are doing. And yes, Texas Tech beat the Longhorns!! Awesome game!!
Yesterday, Mike and I took Mason to his nephrologist at Cook's. His urine calcium is too high again, so they are upping all his meds. Again. The doctor is hoping that he will outgrow the calcium issue and seems to thinks it's unrelated to the fact that he only has the one kidney. However, regarding the slow drainage from the last renal scan, he doesn't think it's due to the calcium, which is what the urologist told us. He thinks it's kidney function or an error by the radiologist. So, guess what? Back to Cook's tomorrow for another scan. Mike needs to work, so my mom is going to go with me. The scan itself is harmless, it's just that he has to have an IV and catheter to complete it. Luckily we get to come home afterwards. Wish us luck and pray for my little man!