On the Mend?

Well, we have about 25 hours to go before if is officially Eli's birthday. Yesterday, after 31/2 days of fevers, coughing and other yucky things, I took him to our wonderful pediatrician. She checked him over very thoroughly and said he had an ear infection, but his lungs sounded clear. He seems to have some upper respiratory problems. She started him on 2 IM doses of antibiotics and sent him home with the 10 day supply of "oral" meds. I am not usually thrilled about antibiotics, but he was so sick I just "knew" pneumonia was next. Today was still a very long day. He is still coughing a lot and still has a mild fever. This evening he is finally sleeping and I have been able to get him to keep stuff in his tummy. However he started a bad case of diarrhea and he is now on probiotics to counteract the antibiotics. I gave him a nebulizer treatment this morning and he smiled when he felt the cool air on his face. He even reached out with both hands and grabs the mouthpiece and pulled it closer to his face. He looked so adorable, but no pictures because Jeromy had the camera with him in Portland. Oh well, I guess it is a great opportunity to use your imagination.

So here I am late at night giving Eli his meds. I draw up the syringes and proceed to push them through his feeding tube only to realize they were coming out on the chair. PLEASE SOMEONE TELL ME YOU HAVE DONE THIS BEFORE . I do have an explaination. He was finally sound asleep cuddled up on the big chair covered with a blanket. I had him set up on his continuous feed earlier, but I forgot I unplugged it during his last choking episode. I didn't want to disturb him by messing with his tube so I slid the medication Y from the blanket and began pushing the meds. it was then I realized his tube was not hooked to him. Yah, my nursing instructors would give me a big "F". Oh well after two years of tube feeding that is my first one of that particular oops. So, I drew up the meds I had dumped, but 2 of them look very similar and have similar doses. After checking the dose and taste-testing I opted to dump the look a like and start over. I didn't want to risk any more oopses. I have overdosed him on Cyproheptadine before and I will not make that mistake again, I hope. I know I never stand to get a real nursing job ever again after this confession but oh well. I love my kids and "my job" and I don't want another job anyway.

Yah and Jeromy is home from Portland. Yeah for a safe trip, I am glad he is home.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO A BIG THREE YEAR OLD!!!

" I'm almost 3"

chillin in the swing


"Guardianship hearing, Eli is ours!"

trying to kiss daddy

around Eli's 2nd birthday

just before Eli's 1st Birthday

I truly hope it is a happy birthday for Eli. He has not truly had a happy birthday yet. Birthday #1 was just over a month from his injury and he was so overly stimulated he could not hardly handle being out of his room. Birthday # 2 he ended up really sick with a cold. We actually woke him up to sing to him and give him a present. He was in no condition either time to enjoy any part of his special day.

I had big hopes for this year. Eli has had so many good weeks, laughing and smiling and cooing. But this week after many weeks of great progress and nothing but smiles from Eli, he has once again fallen into a bit of a slump. Back to seizures, retching, holding his breath and turning blue. He has ended up with a terrible cold and had a 100-103 fever for 2 days. I am praying he will recover quickly and be ready for a little birthday fun. If he is feeling well he might even get a taste of his own birthday frosting.

We love you sooo much Eli and we pray God will bless you with peace and joy. You have brought such an amazingly unexplainable joy to our lives and we hope you have a truly Happy Birthday.

Love Dad, Mom, Kaly, Ayla and Gavin

The Royal Festival

Kaly and Ayla with flowers from Gma Becky and Gpa Mark!

The girls were able to participate in their first gymnastics competition, The Royal Festival. It was so exciting to see them performing the skills they have been developing the last couple of years. Kali started her team off on the beam. I knew very little about the scoring, so when I heard the man next to us say in amazement that the score on the beam was a 9.0. I said "really that was my daughter, is that good?" He said yes that is great. That started the night with a lot of excitement.

Kaly's scores:

vault-7.7/9

bars-8.7/10

beam-9.0/10 5th place in her age group

floor-9.35/10

all around-34.75 7th place in her age group

Ayla's scores:

vault-6.6/9 5th place in her age group

bars-8.2/10 5th place in her age group

beam-7.9/10

floor-8.9/10 4th place in her age group

all around-31.6 5th place in her age group

Ayla's floor routine.

Kaly's floor routine.

Grandpa Mark and Grandma Becky and a friend all joined us for the event. We had a great time trying to keep track of the scores and watching all of the girls perform. It was very crowded and hard to get great pictures so we went to my sister Aimee's for a little photo shoot.

Happy Birthday Sweetheart!!!

Ayla, you were born March 2nd, 2001, at Kootenai Medical Center. You were only 2 weeks early and other than some fluid in your lungs and a couple of days in the hospital on oxygen you were healthy. Mom had a difficult pregnancy and at 23 weeks I spent 10 days at Deaconess Hospital due to preterm labor. From that time on I was on bedrest.


While mom was on bed rest, dad and grandpa were hard at work, building home #1. We were living in "the guest house" which is now the kitchen of home # 2.


After 8 months of trying to decide on your name we made a final decision and went to bed.


When I woke up around 1 am, I knew it was time to get to the hospital. I woke daddy and we began to grab our stuff. We took Kaly to gma and gpa's and began a long, slow, snowy drive to town. I was sure you were going to be born in the car. Once at the hospital daddy became very assertive. He wheeled me straight to the labor and delivery unit, not waiting for an escort. We made it with just about 20 minutes to spare. You were born at 3:09am.



You were a happy baby from the start, and you loved to be held. You have always been our social butterfly.


Some memorable events were:

• you usually would rather smile at me than eat. You sometimes would smile so big your milk would dribble down your chin.


• you would eat stink bugs that you found in the house, dead or alive. YUCK!!!!


• you would sleep with your hands up in the air, Ryder did that too.
• sometimes I had to leave the vaccuum running or have the TV make static noise so you would sleep.


• you wanted to be a "tomboy" like Sadie and Shaylynn.


• you have always loved babies and you have always loved to hold them.
  
  
  
  

It is hard to even think of memories of you without Kaly as part of it. You two have been the best of friends and are rarely separate. I am so thankful God saw fit to surprise us with you so soon. In many ways you are like twins. You have a bond that is so wonderful, I hope you will always cherish your friendship. I love watching you come up with so many ideas of things to do and creative adventures. Even spa/hot tub night in your bedroom. You crazy little girls.

Over the last 9 years we have enjoyed so many fun memories. Ayla, you have become such a beautiful young woman.


Some of Ayla's favorite things:

• Gymnastics at home and in class


• taking pictures, she is learning a lot from watching aunt Aimee and Crystal


• talking on the phone to Sadie and McKenna


• googling over babies


• creating forts and playing in them
  

Ayla, today we celebrate your 9th birthday and all the wonderful memories we have together.

WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! MAY GOD BLESS YOU!

Gavin and the Monster Jam

Okay, so maybe the whole show was not entirely for the Gavster.

It all started back some time ago when we borrowed a Wii Monster Truck video game from the video and everything else imaginable store, (also known as Grandpa and Grandma Stuart’s). Gavin, at first, was enthralled with the intro piece and then later figured out how to drive the truck back and forth while proceeding to smash into whatever happened to be in the way. The rest is history as they say. Everything was now about monster trucks, along with his other favorites: trains, tractors and anything else big, loud and powerful.

Then one morning Gavin woke up and wanted me to take him out so he could see the monster truck in the front yard or driveway or wherever it was supposed to be. The monster truck should be there of course because Gavin was gonna drive it (and I guess smash the rest of the cars in the driveway or maybe the house – I’m sure it would have been a phenomenal show if his wish/dream would of come to fruition).

So, what does a guy do about something like this but do the next best thing and take his son to the Monster Jam. So, we loaded up the van with Gavin, uncle Jay and his cousins; Drew, Austin and Ryder and met Grandpa Mark at the ultimate, the one and only, car smashing, good time American fun, Monster Jam. Smashing, crashing rolling and jumping. It’s loud and it’s messy and Gavin’s eyes were as big as saucers glued to the arena floor.

Before the show even started, however, is when the real magic happened. We had pit passes to go down and check out the BIG MONSTER TRUCKS, as Gavin would exclaim. As we wandered in the pit, a crew worker/security dude took notice of us (Gavin was in his power-chair). He asked if we wanted to allow Gavin to meet the driver and receive an autograph. Of course, we said certainly and away we went. I think Gavin’s eyes got so big along with his smile when we met the first driver that our newly found guide decided to escort us around and to meet all of the drivers. And so we did, by which all of the drivers signed Gavin’s power-chair (the bike). What a special treat that was.

I think people tend to see a situation where they can obviously make a special child’s day and run with it. One thing I have learned from having Gavin is that I get the privilege of seeing the kindness and generosity of others shine through, as they want to make a difference in another’s life.

And so, this post is not so much about Gavin as it is more about others or those who come into contact with him. What a privilege it is to be a witness to this. Thank you God for the honor and allowing me the privilege to nurture one of your precious little ones.

Till next time,
Jeromy

In Loving Memory

My grandparents, Grandpa Dave and Grandma Lila are now together in heaven in peace, whole in mind, body and spirit. I sit here in their old house and remember so many memories.

I remember Grandpa sitting in the red chair dozing off to and episode of MASH ( a show my mom didn't want us watching). When someone said he was sleeping he would say " I'm just resting my eyes".

I remember many sleep overs with grandma and not being able to fall asleep because we would get the giggles about something and laugh until we cried.

I remember watching grandma effortlessly clean the kitchen and wash the counter top with a soapy clothe. Every time I wipe that same counter top, a vision of her flashes through my mind. I will miss these old orange counter tops.

I remember grandpa saying "Stacy honey" what do you think about this scripture, or some deep question I could never have an answer for.

I remember going for family walks and grandma, Katie and I laughing so hard about the sign that said "Slow children at play". I loved grandma's laugh!

I remember grandma humming and whistling a tune in her beautiful voice. Why didn't I get those genes?

I remember grandma and grandpa taking in a foster child. She was a handful but they had such generous hearts. They gave so much to everyone they knew.

I remember grandpa and all his money jokes. He always hoped for money, but the only thing he would ever do with it would be to give it away. Every time I asked if I could get him something he would say "A million dollars".

I will never forget grandpa's last wish was that ALL his grandchildren would LOVE JESUS.

My Valentine

I can't help but think about the days when Jeromy and I first met and fell in love. I was sitting in the first day of English at North Idaho College and this really cute guy walked in the door. He paused as he entered and scanned the room. He sat a couple of seats behind me. I had the priveledge of passing papers to him a few times every class and took the opportunity to turn around and smile at him. We got teamed up for class projects and soon Jeromy had moved to the seat directly behind me. I found out he was roommates with a friend of mine from highschool and I invited Jeromy along with his friend to our Baptist Student Ministries meeting.

At the same time I was on a leadership team for BSM and we were praying for the guys on the cross country team (which Jeromy was on), we were praying for Jeromy because a local pastor asked us to pray for him because he had visited his church and I was praying for my future husband. All of the time I had no idea I was praying for the guy sitting behind me in english class.

Well, we hung out a bit and became "twitterpated" with one another. Then summer aproached and I headed off to Chicago for a 9 week mission trip we kept in touch with no commitments. Then he surprised me and met me at a college christian camp in New Mexico. I was confused by the weeks events and I thought he wasn't really that interested in me. When he was leaving to catch his plane to Alaska I told him I was going to be a missionary to Africa. He thought it was over, but a week later he finally called. I was so glad because once he got on the plane I realized he really was the man for me.

We were married August 2, 1996. These last 13 years Jeromy has been my best friend, my partner through school, building 2 houses, having 2 children, adopting 2 children, and growing in my faith. He has been the love of my life. Sometimes we laugh until we cry, and cry until we laugh. God is so good to have blessed me with such a wonderful Valentine.

I love you Jeromy!!!!!!