Nervous…

I believe both Josh and I are getting the nervous parent syndrome.  We’re both questioning whether Camden needs to go through the endoscopy.  We’re both dreading the whole procedure.

It always seemed so far away and I felt like we could see where we were when the time came closer.  Now, that time is here.  The procedure is next week Friday.  I’m a wreck!  I am just dreading it.  I do not want to put Camden through it, but I also don’t want to regret it months later if we don’t do it.

Camden still has reflux flare ups (although he’s been medicine free for two months now), he still has yeast  issues, he still wakes at night crying, he still has motor development delays, he seems to get sick easily and stay sick longer.  These are all reasons to have the  procedure done.  To rule out anything more serious. 

But then there’s the momma bear in me that wants to protect Camden.

Please pray for me to know what the right decision is….whether it makes me “feel” good or not.  Pray for Josh too.  And give me any input you have.

Dropping like flies…

It figures!  The night I’m supposed to go out with a friend and I’m really looking forward to it because I’ve been trapped in the house for six days, I get sick.  And then they start dropping like flies…

I woke up yesterday feeling nauseous every now and then.  I figured something I ate wasn’t agreeing with me and continued on with my day.  I went downhill about midmorning and cancelled school.  I just couldn’t do it.  I never threw up, but I just didn’t feel good at all and every time I moved, I felt more sick to my stomach.  I couldn’t wait until naptime so I could take a nap too.

Halfway into my nap, Isaac came in and said his stomach hurt and he didn’t feel that good.  Honestly, I didn’t take him too seriously.  I told him just to go lay down and rest.   About an hour later he was throwing up and had diarrhea.  And then two hours after that, Logan started throwing up.  Ugh!

The night was interesting.  I called my friend to cancel, Josh came home and wished he had stayed at work, Logan and Isaac kept throwing up.  Somehow neither one seemed to make it to the toilet in time.  My house has no rugs in the kitchen, hallway or bathrooms.  I have gone through two rolls of paper towel and two containers of cleaning wipes.  I was doing laundry at 1:00 a.m. and 3:00 a.m.  for goodness sake!

And let me tell you, it’s not fun taking care of sick ones when you’re sick yourself.  It seemed like every time I laid down to fall asleep, someone would wake up with puke, diarrhea or just crying.  It was a long night.

Thankfully, I am feeling better today and so is Logan.  Isaac is slowly getting better.  It seems to have hit him the hardest. 

Eli is afraid that he’s going to be hit next and honestly,  he probably will.  Don’t tell him that though!  He bursts into tears just thinking about getting sick and throwing up.  I’m praying that Camden doesn’t get it.  He just got better on Monday from his last illness and really doesn’t need another virus.  But then again, who ever needs a virus???

I hope you all are staying healthy.  Wash your hands, take your vitamins, stay home and most importantly, pray for God’s protection.

Rodents beware!

Actually I should title this "Rodents and birds beware!" Isaac and Eli are on a mission! Watch out.

Now anyone who knows us knows that Eli has been hunting gophers faithfully all summer. I think it started when a certain Grampa Hart said he'd pay $2 a gopher. Eli faithfully hunted them all summer long with his bow and unfortunately, he was unsuccessfull. He has moved up though.

On Saturday Eli was playing football outside when he caught the ball and fell to the ground, landing on, of all things, a GOPHER! I wouldn't have believed him if I didn't see it for myself. He didn't kill the gopher immediately, but he quickly grabbed a rock and threw it at the wounded gopher. The gopher was soon dead. Eli was so proud of his kill! And we were all dumbfounded. Here he had been purposely trying to kill a gopher all summer and had no luck, and then he's just out playing football and ends up killing a gopher. He also was quick to remind us that he just earned $2.

That lit the spark back in Eli. He moved up to the BB gun instead of the bow and arrow. Ah, and he's had success with this. Even Isaac is in on the action now. I guess Josh told them they could also shoot the brown birds around here that pick on the blue birds. I think two brown birds have been hit and one gopher. They are currently outside now setting up a trap with walnuts because apparently, gophers like walnuts. They have been outside for three hours doing this and they show no sign of quitting any time soon. When we were doing school this morning, Eli spotted a gopher outside and begged me to go out and shoot at it. When I told him no, you would have thought I just told him his best friend died. He was devastated. He told me that gopher would be gone for sure by the time he was done with school. I allowed him one hit. (He missed.)

Since then, another gopher has lost his life and Eli is up to $4.

So do not be alarmed if you come over and see my two oldest boys out in the field with rifles. They're BB guns and those boys have STRICT instructions on how to use them. (I am also watching out the window for any misbehavior.)

And a warning to anyone who comes over for a bonfire....I've been informed that the bonfire pit is the burial grounds for the poor rodents and birds.

Sick again…

My little Camden is sick again.  Cough (tight), wheezing, lethargic, fever (101 so not too bad), not eating.  I pray that he can bounce back soon from this.  I am beyond frustrated that HE is sick again. I took him to the chiro for an adjustment and she said it should really help to loosen up his lungs and get the mucus out.

Josh is also sick though.  It settled in his chest and as he puts it, “It feels like a horse is sitting on me.”  He refuses to go to the doctor, even though it’s been over a week.  He does not have a fever.  He has trouble breathing and a cough. 

Everyone I talk to is sick or knows someone who is sick.  It’s a flu pandemic right now.

I am praying for God’s protection on our home and family.

Homeschooled????

 

Nice kids?

Yesterday during Camden's physical therapy session, Logan needed something and I couldn't get it at that moment. Eli heard him and said, "I'll help you get it, Logan." The physical therapist stopped and said, "Are you kidding me? Do people tell you how nice your kids are? He just said I'll help you to his brother. That doesn't happen in our house." I had no answer for her because I was floored. I don't think one brother helping out another brother is such a huge deal. And I literally sat there dumbfounded, my mouth hanging open, like what???

Now, yes, her kids are five and three so they're young, but it really got me thinking. Are my kids being "extra nice?" I don't think my kids are going out of their way to be extra helpful, nor do I think my kids are putting on an act for whoever is at our house. It's what is required of them and how I believe they should act. A sibling should help out another sibling.

Don't get me wrong, my kids DO argue with each other, but they must treat each other with respect. It's human nature to argue at times. Everyone will not get along all the time. It's completely normal to disagree. That's what makes us different and unique. But when one of my kids misbehaves, their attitude is dealt with immediately. It is not swept under the rug where it's forgotten. That only leads to the behavior surfacing again because the child thinks it's okay to act that way. There must be a consequence.

So to answer the PT's question, yes, my kids do help each other out. My question back is, aren't your kids nice to each other?

God didn't give us our kids to allow them to act disrespectful or be disobedient. Your siblings are your best friends. Family is forever. Friends may come and go, but your brothers/sisters are with you for life. Love them.

Broken noses

In their wrestling match today, Eli accidently kicked Isaac in the nose. 

Isaac was laying in his bed later on in the day and as I walked past his room he said, “Mom, my nose really hurts still.  How do I know if it’s broken?”

I started to explain.  “Well, if you start snoring at night –“

Eli jumped in, “Grandpa has a broken nose!"