Friday, November 30, 2012

Just a little randomness

Let's start by saying Merry Christmas to me.  This is my early and unwanted Christmas present....I sound ungrateful, not that I am trying to be.  I just didn't want to pay for a darn computer right now.

You see when Dilon was in the hospital a couple of weeks ago I was missing my other kiddos.  Aunt Karissa took pity on me and brought them to the hospital. Well me being the smart one that I am set our laptop on the floor of the hospital room.  Next thing I know Baylor was break dancing on it -or just standing on it, either way little chubbers broke the screen. Nate has been trying to do homework on a computer that is all distorted.  It doesn't look that bad until you stare at it for 10 minutes then you end up in some sort of a trance that leaves you with double vision and a headache from hell for a week.  That's what I get for missing my kids and thinking they need to visit me, uh I mean dilon, at the hospital.  

Speaking of dilon, he has become quite the little pro at giving himself his own shots. 

 I really am super impressed with how well he is handling this.  Better than me most days.  He has had a couple of tough moments when he wants to eat without having to have a shot, but sorry little dude, life has changed and unfortunately that can't happen.  The trick to his shot is being able to pinch enough fat somewhere.  The kid is 9 and weighs 49 pounds.  I will gladly give him a handful or two of my fat.

He has caught on to carb counting super fast and remembers insulin doses much better than I can at this stage of the game.  I am still completely overwhelmed with the forever aspect of this.  If I take it day by day all is well.  When I picture him doing this forever my heart hurts.  I feel like I still have so much to learn, so much I don't understand about diabetes.  I will learn....eventually.

I am grateful that he is old enough to (somewhat) understand what is going on.  I don't know how parents who have really little ones with diabetes do it.  I keep thinking, what would I do if this were Baylor or Dax?  Look at Baylor for example:

How do you ever keep up on insulin for a kid who lives in the fridge?

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

and so begins our journey with diabetes

There is one thing I need to learn to do in life.  Keep my mouth shut.  I was so excited when nate finished up all his math in school.  When we saw his last passing grade the first thing out of my mouth was "no more math EVER!  Hallelujah".  Now his math is all screwed up and he will most likely be retaking some.  I always make comments about no one being sick then without fail someone will have the flu the next day.  I will say I love my calling in church so what happens?  I get released into a challenging one.  The most recent was this weekend.  I very clearly remember the day we walked out the doors of Primary Children's Hospital with Baylor for the last time.  I remember saying out loud that would be the last time we had to do that.  Someone please kick me for saying it.  We just spent this last weekend there.  You know, we were bored and didn't have any plans for the weekend besides Nate getting caught up on homework, so we decided it would be fun to go back for a little visit.  We found out Dilon has type 1 diabetes.  

Let me rewind a bit.  About a month ago dilon stared wetting the bed (it would probably be best if no one mention to dilon that I just shared that little tidbit of information.  It might not make a 9 year old very happy to know his mom is over sharing).  Anyway it kept happening over and over.  Then I started paying attention to how much he was peeing during the day.  Insane amounts of urine were coming out of the boy.  He was drinking water by the gallons like it was nothing.  Then I noticed he really looked like a skeleton.  I mean the kid is skin and bones anyway so when he loses even a quarter of a pound (i'm sure there's some better weight term to use there but don't know what it is right now so i'm going to stick with quarter of a pound) it is noticeable.  I kept bugging nate, should we take him to the doc?  Do you think something is really wrong?  Am I overreacting?  Will you call them because the people at the doctors office are sick of me. I am there too much.  etc etc.   Finally on Saturday he was sick of listening to me and called the doc.  So in we went.  Obviously they had him pee in a cup.  As soon as the doc walked in he wanted to know if dilon had any pop for breakfast.  Now, I know I am a cool mom but pop for   He took one look at me and said I am positive this is diabetes.  His urine test was reading as high as it could.  He told us he could ship us to the hospital and have us sent by ambulance to Primary Children's or I could walk out the door and head straight there.  Since we know just how much fun it is to pay for life flight I figured I would save a few pennies and not opt for the ambulance ride.  Plus dilon heard ambulance and started to freak.  

As great as Primary's is, I was not thrilled to be back there.  They admitted him for a couple of days to get him back to par and to give Nate and I a crash course in diabetes.  By Sunday dilon was giving himself shots.  He was also asking questions to the nurses that I would have never even thought to ask.  I keep telling myself if this had to happen to one of our kids it happened to the right one.  I can't even imagine trying to have grif give himself a shot.  This ended up being like a mini vacation for him.  He wasn't feeling sick so he thought it was pretty awesome that cute nurses were waiting on him hand and foot, that he had his own playstation in his room, and people were bringing him presents. 

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I have to give a big shout out to all of our great family who, again, helped out with the other boys, came to visit, called 100 times a day (yes mom, that would be you) and my favorite, bought me and nate food.  Anyone who will bring me food is a friend for life.  I don't know what I would do without such great people surrounding us.  Life is good.

I know this will be challenging.  It is all so overwhelming right now. I worry about what dilon will face in the future.  I just have to keep repeating "The future is as bright as your faith"..... and I want our future to be blinding.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

good old homework

So i'm the creepy neighbor lady that just sits and stares out her window.  You can usually find me there at about 2:45.  I'm not trying to be a creeper, although those driving by may think otherwise,  I am just anxiously awaiting the safe return of dilon and grifin from school.  Funny thing is in the morning I am anxiously watching the clock waiting for the time I can shoo them out the door to go to school.  The point to this is by the time 3:00 rolls around I am ready for them to be home.  Then we sit down to do homework and I wonder why I was waiting so anxiously.  This is pretty much what it looks like everyday

No, that is not homework that just fell off the counter.  That is what happens when Grif doesn't know the answer to something.  He decides to just throw everything around him (usually directly at me).  

Good times at the Wright house.  Who's jealous?

Sunday, November 11, 2012

I knew this post was coming.....round 4

It was bound to happen sooner or later.  It is dilon's turn now.  Well dilon and grif...again.  Grif has been throwing up and has had a fever on and off for two weeks.  When does it get to the point that I should really be concerned and take him back to the doc?  I hate going there.  I feel like we live there because we go at least once a week.  I'm being serious.  We have to go get Dilon's allergy shot once a week.  I feel like when we actually need to go because someone is sick that all the nurses think I am that mom.  You know, the mom who has her kid at the doc for every little thing.  I can't help it if my little ones get strep throat, or ear infections, or decide to put rocks down their ears too far for me to fetch out.

And why does the puking always happen in the middle of the night?  Is it just revenge on the kids part for when parents tell them "no" to something they want.  Okay, my mom won't let me play the wii so next time I have to throw up I'm going to do it at 2:32 a.m. and make sure I miss the toilet on purpose just so she has to disinfect the bathroom in the middle of the night. 

It's funny how kids are so different when they are sick too.  Grif just passes out on the couch like a dead fish, dax doesn't even act sick, and dilon has decided to whine and moan and cry loud enough to make sure everyone in the house (and on the block) can hear him.  He takes after his dad. 

Speaking of nate, that guy does not do throw up.  He won't go near it.  I had finally crawled back into bed at 6:30 this morning just as nate was getting up to go to church meetings.  Dilon came crawling up the stairs with a bowl of puke while nate was eating breakfast and he wouldn't even help the poor kid.  He told him to go in the bathroom and clean it out. So once again I got out of bed to help clean it up.  I can't harp on him too much though because we made a pact.  He hate's throw up, I hate public bathrooms.  So I have promised to clean up the throw up and he has promised to always take them to the bathroom.  I think I got the raw end of the deal on that one.  Oh well, if it prevents me from having to take them into a germ infested public restroom it's worth it.

**how many times do you think I have said throw up/puke in the last few posts?  Probably enough times that if I actually had anybody reading this blog they have probably stopped by now.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Round 3

Here we go again.  About 4 a.m. I heard that dreaded cough followed by a gag, right next to my ear.  When the heck did a kid climb in bed with us?  I don't know.  All I know is that as soon as I heard it I was wide awake with one hand catching puke and the other hand dragging a half sleeping sickie into the bathroom.  Poor dax got hit again.  Last time it was double ear infection, tonsillitis, bronchitis, and some type of the flu (at least that's what the blood work said) with no throwing up.  This time he told me his stomach wasn't working.  With what I have seen come out both ends today I am going to say he's right.  Am I sharing too much again?  Sorry.

I've decided that hearing throw up hit carpet instead of the toilet has to be on my top 5 4 list of things I wish I never had to hear.  In fact just for fun I will go ahead and share my list (I was going to do 5 but there are kind of a lot of things that I can't stand to hear and I couldn't narrow it down.  Maybe I should work on that):

4:  People blowing their nose-- it totally grosses me out
3:  Nails on a chalkboard --I have goosebumps just thinking about it
2:  Throw-up hitting anything but the toilet
1:  Other people eating

I hate to see my little ones sick but there are so many people out there who are going through trials with their sick kids that I can't even begin to understand.  I am so thankful to know that this will pass and he will be healthy again soon.  Plus I am so fortunate to be able to stay home and take care of my little sickies.  Life is good.  Wish I could remember to appreciate it more often.

Thursday, November 1, 2012

I hate the day after

I hate the day after Halloween.  All this deliciousness surrounds me (159 pieces of deliciousness to be exact).  Remember how me and that will power guy are not friends?  It is taking all I have to not sit here and eat piece after piece like a little kid.  I have only had 3 so far today.  I am doing pretty good considering most years I have eaten at least a dozen by now.  I keep walking by the bowl touching it thinking that somehow that will satisfy my desire to devour it all.  I did find something to do to distract me for a minute.  I organized it.  That's right, I organized my kids' trick-or-treat candy.  I'm super busy today.

Dax was happy with the outcome and I haven't eaten any more so score two for me!  Who knows how long this will last.  Maybe when my next urge to start ripping wrappers off hits I will sort it by color or size or tasty goodness.  So many options. 

You see that mischievous grin on Dax in the picture?  That is his I keep taking candy without my mom seeing me look.  Like I can't see him run into the kitchen, grab a treat, and then run as fast as his little legs will go so he can hide and eat it.  Who knows what he has eaten today.  Until he throws up i'm not really going to worry about it.

Really I should get to eat what I want.  I have shed some extra calories today chasing this little man around.  That has got to count for something.  Seriously, when did he get so big?

Notice poor grif still sick on the couch.  This mean mom is making him take a break from cartoons and actually read.  Oh the horror.  To be sick AND have to read.  How much worse could this day be for him?  I think he's perking up.  Fingers crossed that he will be up and going soon.  He is turning down candy though so who knows. 

All this hard work of typing has made me hungry.  I guess I better go grab me a treat.