ER

Well, that was an interesting day.
Started w/ meeting a friend for donuts in the morning on her bday. And it was pretty much thwarted from there. Reece whimpered in with his hip hurting. Heck, I didn't even knew he knew where his hip was. His pain kept him from eating his donut and kept squirming in his chair wanting to be held.

Something wasn't right. After tball, front yard swimming, and then back yard slip-n-sliding with some karate kicking, I thought may be it was just a sore body. But, then the nausea and dry heaves indicated something possibly more serious.

Made an appt w/ the ped and was thankful it was in the am when they take patients.I kind of knew what was going to happen. Doc took a look and said probably something minor, but had to rule out something more serious.

Hospital bound. We opted to hit Childrens at Legacy hoping it wouldn't be as crowded. It was a drive, but turns out that it was worth it.
Easy to park, impeccably clean, with very few people in the waiting area. I called this place a hotel for sick people. It really was nice.

We waited 2 minutes before getting evaluated and then put into a room.They brought us warm blankets and it was nice and cozy, as we waited for them to come get us for the xray and bloodwork.

Once the advil hit that I nabbed from the ped office, everything was so much better. Before then, I had carried and held a 42 lb boy around, who was terribly uncomfortable. I love being able to hold and carry my baby boy. I was so thankful I got to be the one with him.The next part was harder.
The x-rays made him nervous. Wanted mom VERY close. I wore a vest for protection and held his hand. But, he listened and stayed very still just as she asked.

He did good.

Then, a gal came in to 'talk' to him about the bloodwork. She was super nice and all, but it wasn't helping. She used great words that sounded not scary, but ultimately, Reece knew something was happening and was going to be scary and/or hurt and that was enough for him to be concerned...with tears.

She tried so hard, but I honestly wish they'd just asked me which strategy would work best. Just get in and get it done. Some talking, but not a lot of talking, messing around, and wait time before the actual event comes. That would have been my recommendation.

That's pretty much the opposite of what happened. It was fine, and I have no complaints. Poor guy just was so sad about getting poked. What's funny is that ultimately, he told Reece over and over that he'd tell him when, but then just did it when he wasn't expecting it. Not great at building trust. Reece said, "ow!", even though the guy nearly promised him it wouldn't hurt. Seems like they kind of went two different directions on strategy.

They put in a method to give him medicine if needed later. I originally didn't want them to, as I just had this peace that it really wasn't something big. But, it turned out that they spilled a little blood and had to immediately get more. I can't imagine if they'd had to stick him again. Glad they didn't.Next, we waited for the results. We watched tv, and I snuggled in the twin bed with him. We held hands and I was once again so thankful I go to be the one with him.Next, they came in with the results. Everything came out normal, and great. Good thing. Reece was ready for some graham crackers and juice.

Muscle strain was the diagnosis. That was an expensive muscle strain diagnosis, but also thankfully our first trip to the ER with a child. So grateful that it took 5 years to get there.

One of the funny things that the x-ray revealed was that Reece was constipated. That's a weird thing to see on an x-ray.

Back from the restroom where we attempted to relieve some of the x-ray reveals, Reece started swallowing weird. I was holding him, and I had a quick feeling I knew what was happening...and then it did. The juice and crackers made an appearance all over the floor in front of our room. Hmmm, just about to be discharged, that was odd.

We didn't see anybody for a while, that was odd for people that were about to be discharged. But, turns out, I was thankful. Reece regained his appetite and ate and ate and ate slowly, but surely. Not sure what that last trigger was, but that was it.

He regained his coloring and began making jokes. Glad I packed a big bag of pretzels, he exclaimed, "Look, it's a goat!"It sure did look like a goat!

After 3 1/2 hours, we were discharged.

We had more planned for today than 6 hours at the doc and hospital. But, I was so grateful I got to spend it with my boy. I loved being able to be with him through his first trip to the ER. And, I was thankful D stayed home with Zach.

dropped off

A nice slow start to the morning. Went to Reece's school (to be, that is), and dropped off the registration forms. Everything was well and good.

I avoided saying something to the one human that I knew could change possibly our fate, teacher-wise.

I considered writing a letter to her, requesting/pleading for this or that in a teacher. But, ultimately, I decided to leave it in the hands of the One that is the king of the universe and that knows my boy best.

If I'd been able to choose, I was thinking I wanted someone perhaps more sweet and gentle than myself. Someone loving but also cares very much about respect and behavior as I do.

But, someone more gentle. (I know I said that.)

Now that I'm thinking about that again, I think it's funny.
Rather, God revealed to me that, while I can't control which teacher Reece gets, I CAN control what kind of woman/mother/friend/Christ follower I am.
Perhaps instead, He prompted, I should be more concerned about God changing me and making ME more gentle. And, that's exactly what He's doing.

It's still gentle in a Sundee way, but slowly I see that I becoming more of that woman I hope to be one day. God is doing it. I am only praying for change and trying to be obedient.

As we walked out of the building and back to the car, I began praying for those teachers. I have a feeling I'll be praying for a lot of things when it comes to school.

As I began praying, I began tearing up. Oh the time has passed so quickly.
And oh how part of me sooo wants to be the one to teach him. Now that I've done a few reading lessons w/ him, I honestly could see it as a possibility.

But, as God revealed to me before, this is not a battle I'm to fight right now. I know He has His hand in this and in everything. And, for that I'm thankful.

First t-ball game

First t-ball game.
Saying the Y pledge.First at bat...Needed a few tries and a little help.

Then, a good smack...Best buds.Playing 3rd. No clue what to do just yet. ; )

Kyle wins the battle over the ball. Yes, it was a battle!Prep for next shot...Good swinging and smack!His first run.Another battle for the ball. T-ball is not for the faint! ; )Zach and Piper.Team cheer...Go Rangers!Snacks afterward...Cheetos!

just a Tuesday

I miss blogging.
I reminisced the other day on this thing and was sad I hadn't been writing more. Oh, where's the time? But, these memories, beyond just the pictures, I treasure.
I'm going to be back blogging and blogging current and all over the place until one day maybe I'm caught up again. Be forewarned.

It was just a Tuesday late morning.
Zach's in training not to go into the street...even after a beloved ball.The consequence is so natural and easy, except seeing this face!and this one!Back out and finding flowers.
The boy loves to pick them.and smell them, which is really more of a snort out than a sniff.
And really adorable.Got a skateboard for Reece this weekend. It was inspired by cousin Dylan.
Thankfully, Reece has a healthy sense of adventure and fear, and pretty nearly self-regulates. He first just wanted to ride sitting on it. We figured he'd be getting his balance for a long time. And, I think that's still true, but impressed with how much his balance on it has improved just in a few days...Precious boy.Walks and runs and chases and giggles.

We still call our walks, even just up and down the block, nature walks.
It's our goal to find something new. Zach loves pinecones, even the teeny tiny buds off the tree. They resemble a ball, so pretty much anything in that category makes him happy. : )

Today we found this golden mushroom.As I photographed it, some tiny hand reached in and plucked the hat right off. We're not good at leaving the things we find in nature...in nature. : )Zach's latest move. Usually prompted after Reece and/or the neighbors are practicing their cartwheels. He actually did a complete somersault after this.

I am just gobbling up this weather and these two precious boys right now.
For just a Tuesday, it was pretty great.

t-ball

Tonight was Reece's first t-ball practice.
It's going to be a fun season. It's going to be a hot season.
Some old friends and going to make some new ones. The practice was nicely organized and I loved seeing all the dad's get involved. : )Zach liked the playground and the snacks. : )