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Thursday, September 19, 2013

A Mother's Worst Nightmare

It was September 18, 2013.  Luna and I came home from the hospital 4 days prior.  That means Phoenix has been stuck in the house.  No play dates, no zoo, no book store, no story time-NOTHING. Just stuck at home with Mama and Luna.  The poor kid was going stir crazy and it was killing me inside.

Thankfully, his Aunt Kissa Kissa came through for her bud.  She volunteered to take him to the zoo.  Phoenix was soo "eggcited."  He talked about it the whole evening prior.  The first thing he said to me that morning was, "Mama, I soo eggcited.  I go to zoo to see animals and ride train with Kissa."  My heart was full of love for my sweet boy and my dear friend.  I was soo very excited for him.

The morning started calm.  I had packed his bag the night before and had his big brother shirt out ready for him to wear.  Its the shirt that Kissa gave him and Luna that match.  We snuggled in bed for a bit while I fed sister.  She took her nap and we got up around 7:30 to "cook eggs."  This is where my heart went from being full of love to being full of fear, guilt, sadness, and every bad thought possible.

Phoenix was up on the counter.  Far enough from the stove to where he'd have to really stretch to touch it.  I turned to the right to put a-one single dish-in the dishwasher when I heard the scream.

I grabbed him up and threw him in the sink.  He was holding his hand.  I ran it under cool water.  I could immediately see the blister.  I panicked.  Thankfully, the phone was in arms reach.  I quickly called Jason.  He couldn't understand me for the life of him.  All I kept screaming was that I needed help and Phoenix had to get to the hospital.

Thank God, he left for work a little later than usual that day and so he was still pretty close.

Immediately my cell rang.  I didn't know the number but something in my heart told me to answer it.  Phoenix was screaming and crying uncontrollably and I was trying to figure out what the hell to do.  I answered the phone.  It was the 911 guy.  Where he came from, I have no idea.  However, I was thanking God he was there to calm me and walk me through this.  Within minutes, Jason, Uncle Danny and the ambulance/fire department were inside.

Jason is holding Phoenix while the EMT's were trying to assess the damage.  Danny was trying to calm me down.  Of course, that didn't work.

The EMT's said that the damage wasn't too bad and he was lucky that his fingers weren't involved.  Thats where the serious damage occurs.  They suggested we call his doctor and get their opinion.  They wanted to wrap it but didn't because Phoenix was freaking out and they were afraid the blister would pop.

Immediately I called his doctor.  They originally said they couldn't see us until 11.  That was over 2 hours away.  They must've heard him in the background because they asked what the issue was and agreed to see us immediately.  I grabbed Luna out of her bed and we left.  No clothes, no diapers, nothing.  We just left.

As soon as we arrived they took us back.  Thankfully, the Doctor wasted no time.  She was in the room the second we got there.  Not even waiting for the nurse to finish doing her stuff.  She immediately said we needed to head to the ER at Children's.  She called them and the burn unit to inform them we were on the way.

Phoenix is still out of control.  I thought his body was going to go in shock from the pain.  I felt soo helpless.  He kept saying, "I no like wah-wah Mama.  I no like it."  My heart broke into more pieces than I ever thought possible.

We finally ended up at the ER.  Thankfully, Phoenix fell asleep in my arms while we were waiting.  To me, that was a good sign.  After speaking to the doctor, we were told he was going to get Lortab and then be sent to the burn unit.  The BURN UNIT.  The millions of pieces of my heart sank into my stomach.  I literally thought I was going to puke.  It was the most disgusting feeling in the world.

The lortab seemed to help him because he was now showing us his wah-wah, walking around as if nothing happened, and hanging out with the burn doctor like they were best friends.  For this, I was thankful.

After 2 doctors in the unit checked out his hand, they decided it best to leave the blister intact and let it pop on its own.  Phoenix let the doctor wrap it.  Thank you God.  We were also taught how to care for it and rewrap it as well.  The wrapping has to be changed every day and we are to come back in a week for a follow up appointment.

By the time we were discharged, Phoenix was his normal self.  I swear, the toughness of this kid amazes me.  I could definitely learn a thing or two from him.

We left with a bandaged hand, a prescription for lortab, and a follow up appointment in a week.  I have never been soo relieved to be out of a place in my life.

Luna was also a trooper.  Sleeping almost the entire time.  Thankfully, we were at Children's Hospital so the fact that I didn't have a diaper with me wasn't an issue.  I am thankful for a second baby who seems to be as easy going as her brother was.

I was soo proud of Phoenix.  He did amazing.  I, however, am dealing with a ton of guilt.  I won't even go near the stove.  Jason says you can see his hand print.  He tried getting me to look but I almost threw up just thinking about it.  I'm not sure I'll ever cook another meal on that stove again.  I can't get his screams out of my head.  My panic and complete sense of helplessness.  My decision to put that dish in the dishwasher immediately. Not to take him off the counter before loading that dish.  Soo many "what ifs."  It still makes me want to throw up.  What was I thinking????  I hurt my child.  I didn't protect him like I'm suppose to.  I didn't even know what to do to help him.  I was the most helpless I've ever been in a time that my son needed me the most.

Seeing my son walk around ever so cautious of his hand, breaks my heart.  He struggles to play, struggles to eat and ends up frustrated after almost every action.  He is definitely not left handed, thats for sure.

A day later and he is still doing better than I am.  Uncle Danny and Jenn Jenn came by to see him.  He LOVED that.  He was like a totally different kid.  It is going to be a long week physically for us, but even more so, emotionally.  I am just ready for it to be healed so I don't have to be reminded of it constantly.

My poor baby.








Happy Birthday, Luna!


September 12, 2013.

Phoenix woke around 1:30 in the morning.  He fell from his bed onto his trundle.  Thankfully, he was able to go right back to sleep.  Unfortunately for me though, the little amount of sleep I was able to squeeze in prior to that, was all I was going to get.  My sleep was over.  I watched the clock until it finally read 4:00.  I got out of bed to check off my last minute to do list before getting ready to head to the hospital.

We arrived at the hospital about 15 minutes late.  The fashionista in the family couldn't find the other shoe HE wanted to wear.  Oh well.  We arrived and got checked in.  The nurse drew blood-or so she attempted to.  The vein rolled so she had to stick me again.  I HATE needles.  HATE.  She tried again. Again, it she failed.  She finally called in another nurse to attempt it.  Thankfully, she was successful.  What an indication of what was to come.

The doctor came by and broke my water right at 6:00.  I was still only 2 cm.  The pitocin started.  It was all too familiar to how things went with Phoenix, so I was semi prepared.  Or so I thought.  I started contracting fairly regular and pretty intensely, so they checked me again.  I was somewhere between 3-4 cm at this point.  Yes, this was the same nurse who couldn't draw my blood.  I must say though, as sweet as she could be.  Either way, we called the anesthesiologist for the epidural.  Man, it took him almost 30 minutes to come.  I was totally over it by this point.  Again, I HATE needles.  He was great, with a very humorous side, so that seemed to help.  He even let Jason stand in front of me, unlike what the nurse said was allowed.

Anyways, he did his thing and left.  Where in the hell did he go???? Almost 20 minutes later and I was in just as much, if not more, pain that I was before receiving the epidural.  Something had to give and had to give fast.  They shot some crap into the epidural IV.  It did NOT A THING.  They decided before the anesthesiologist came back to check out the situation, I needed to be rechecked.  I was now 6 cm.  He came back and informed me that he must've missed the spot.  Now, I can't blame him-he only has mm's to work with, however, I was seriously about to hurt someone.

I swear though, had that oh-so-sweet nurse told me to breath one more time I was going to knock her out.  No Joke.  Breathing did not a thing for my relief and her constantly saying, "deep breath in through your nose, now blow it out from your mouth" was only making my pain more intense.  I really thought she was going to end up in as much pain as I was in.  Again, No Joke.

My mom and Phoenix were out in the hall waiting patiently.  As was my photographer for the day, my sister.  I was glad the people I needed/wanted to be there were.  Now I just wanted  needed relief.

He totally had to redo the whole procedure.  I was about to puke (literally), burning hot and my legs had severe burning sensations in both of them (just at one point, which was totally bizarre).  Anyways, thank God, it took the second time and I instantly found relief.  INSTANTLY.  It was wonderful.  Thank you God.

They waited until I was totally numb and rechecked me.  It was time to push.  It was right around 10 that they checked.  By 10:09 I was pushing.  They could see her dark hair even prior to pushing.  Craziness.

At exactly 10:22 AM the most beautiful 7lb 3oz, 19 1/2" of perfection entered our lives.

 She was tiny but loud.

She had the softest, darkest head of hair ever.

She was PERFECT.  ABSOLUTELY PERFECT.



















We go for her 1 week tomorrow.  Its hard to believe that a week ago, this perfect bundle joined our family.  She sleeps all the time.  Only cries when bathing or being changed.  Loves the car and her brother.  We truly are beyond blessed.  Thank you God for your abundant blessings that are constantly covering our family.

We love you to the Moona and back sweet girl.  




















Thursday, September 5, 2013

Not Funny.

God and I apparently have totally different definitions of "sense of humor."  Maybe I should go back and reread Webster.  Who knows.  All I know is this.

Last Wednesday I went to the Dr. for my weekly to check on Luna.  All pregnancy she kept telling me that if baby 1 doesn't come early, baby 2 isn't likely to.  Up until that appointment that is.  She left me with, I'll see you before your next appointment.  SERIOUSLY???? I was expecting to have 3 more weeks to prepare (because we all know 9 months isn't enough prep time).  I was totally stressing.  Timing was not good.  Not good at all.  My wonderful friends showed up at my house the day after my appointment and worked, worked and worked some more.  Literally from 8:00 until 2:30 when they had to pick up their kiddos from school.  They were not only a relief to myself, Jason and my house, they were a bigger Blessing then they will EVER know.  They truly are very special people.  The next few days, I seriously hurt.  Hurt bad.  I was finally believing my doctor.  I even had a scare bad enough to make me call.  I did not like the "unknown" and was frantically trying to get everything prepared, while everyone else was frantically trying to get me to stay home.

By Tuesday I was finally starting to feel normal (as normal as I've felt all pregnancy at least) again.  I knew I'd make it until Wednesday.  To me, that was a BIG relief.  I went and got Luna an outfit to come home from the hospital in and took P to the galleria to ride the carousel.  We were back home by 11:00.  I noticed he was feeling warm.  I took his temp when we got home and he was running close to 102.  Great. Just what I needed.

We stayed home that afternoon to rest and hopefully kick the fever out of this house.  Ha-who was I kidding.  Wednesday morning he wasn't running a fever and my brother insisted on them coming to the doctor with me.  My appointment went well and I left.  Scheduled the induction for September 12, 2013 (Cindy, please keep your articles to yourself until after that date ;)), which also happens to be my niece Ya-Yas birthday!  I was again told, that I likely won't make it until then.  But this time I have faith.  I truly believe that will be the day Luna Diane Lang physically joins our family.  And please don't take this wrong, but this is the first time where I was actually excited about having a baby.  I am to the point now where I'm ready for Luna to be here. I am excited to what she will add to our family and I am anxious to see Phoenix interact with and love her.

The day was going well until Phoenix started running a fever of over 102.  Apparently God thought it'd be fun to mess with my mind by making me think this kiddo was coming waaaaaay before I was ready.  However, I must say, that I am very thankful to Him for keeping her a bit longer.  I do not need a new kid when my old one is running a fever-that would totally break my heart.  Also, my platelets have dropped below 100.  So to help, we are starting a steroid so that they will hopefully rise above 100 before she decides to show up.

So here I am, Thursday, September 5, 2013.  Totally miserable.  Totally ready (mentally-surprisingly since my platelets are low-at least). Stuck home with a kid running a fever of at least 101 (going on day 3 now).  And a husband that is totally covered up with work that a baby is the last thing on his mind right now.  But I must add, when he saw her coming home outfit he got more excited than I did.  Regardless of how "unnecessary" a coming home outfit might be in his eyes.  It was cute to see him forget about work and get excited about Luna.  And as much as I would love to say that God has a great sense of humor, I just can't.  He has messed with my mind way too much here lately.  I'm just thankful he is having Mercy on me :).

I must add.  My brother has been in town all week.  He is here for one of his best friends weddings this weekend.  However, he has been at our call every second of every day.  Just knowing he is here in the middle of the night in case something happens is such a relief.  Its also nice to know that Phoenix will be happy even if Mama and Dada aren't around.  He has his Uncle Michael.  And when he is gone, he is constantly texting to check on us.  He has been my personal driver, assistant, housekeeper, cook, etc.  He has truly stepped up and I couldn't be more grateful to have him here.  He has been a total Blessing to us this week.  I can relax, Phoenix is loving him here and Jason doesn't have to stress about me being home or out running around alone.  Truly a Blessing.  Having him here was the only reason I prayed Luna would show up.  I hate that he won't be here to meet her.  Soon enough.

So, I guess until Thursday, September 12, 2013, we'll just sit and wait.