in succession : part 3

 just happy to be on the ride

pretending to be scared

wait ... are we getting scared?

yupp someones totally really freaked out here

nothing stops us ...

from going to the happiest place on earth. 

i admit that while im afraid to be "that mum" when it comes to most things involving LBJ, i am NOT afraid to be "that lady" obsessed with disneyland.  

and believe me, i am.  

we had already planned a visit to see auntie rachel in california before LBJ got sick.  and i decided that either way, we could still go to cali and do breathing treatments there and have fun.  but i would decide as the day got closer, if we would really go to disneyland.  

after the first 24 hours of breathing treatments, LBJs wheezing was undetectable to me.  he also had no desire to sit still anymore.  the cuddly little bug from the previous day was long gone.  in his place, my most wonderful rambunctious two year old.  i felt, if this progress continued, we would be ready for disneyland on saturday. 

oh, and we were. 

we brought the nebulizer to the park, so he could have his treatments every four hours as prescribed.  and i must tell you, the disneyland employees were super awesome.  i called in the morning to verify i could bring it. and then once we were there, we were told we could store it at the first aid office, instead of a locker.  we got a nice big doctors office room to do the treatments in.  and they were generally just pleasant people.  as usual at disneyland!

LBJ was a champ.  we would tell him he had to do his star trek medicines, but afterwards he would get to go on a ride. and overall, he just took it in stride. 

here he is with his churro.  patiently waiting until he can take another bite after his star trek medicines.

disneyland was celebrating the chinese new year. they handed out some ribbons for the kids to twirl.  and LBJ loved it.

the lines were super short on saturday.  since the morning had been rainy, i think a lot of people stayed away. but that meant, we went on dumbo!  after the many many visits we've made, ive finally taken LBJ on one of the most iconic rides ever.  he loved it.  but the kid loves everything about disney!

we rode the the carousel and the fliks flying something or other, and the ladybug teacups (as we call them).  LBJ loves to spin!

we also had a pretty short line for toy story mania - the 3d arcade ride in DCA.  

and we were able to watch the fireworks from a bench.  that we did not secure until the show had actually started.  UNHEARD OF!

saturday at the park may have been one of the best days spent at disneyland ever.  it was pure magic.

sunday, LBJ decided to turn on the attitude, so it was a little more challenging. it also was busier.  but we still had a great time.

with that visit under my belt,  LBJ and i have made 24 visits to disneyland in less than year.  

so ... yep ... i am totally "that lady".

(post edit: this was written well before LBJ got sick again and we were in the hospital)

SMILE!

it has been a long five years since i last saw a dentist.  its disgusting, i know.

after it had been awhile, i was scared to go back.  what if i had my first cavity?

yes.  i said my "first". 

i was born lucky in the teeth department, that is all i can think.

but last week one tooth hurt something awful.  this must be what a cavity feels like!  so i called a dentist, set up an appointment. and waited.  all the while, thinking of the awful things she was going to do to me when i arrived. 

when my tooth first started hurting, i thought there was something stuck between my teeth. i flossed and flossed. nothing. thats when i knew it had to be a cavity.

i kept brushing and flossing for weeks.  still there was pain. and my gum felt hard.  right where it met my tooth.

i couldnt believe that i had a cavity. 

we were in the car on sunday. and my tooth was aching. so, of course, like a child,  i was messing with it.  all of a sudden,  a BIG OLE piece of popcorn popped out.

i kid you not.  it was disgusting to me that this had been in my mouth for weeks.  AND!! AND!! i was brushing and flossing.  and it never came out.  this thing was JAMMED in my gum.  causing some serious pain.

i was literally mortified.  

i went into the dentist yesterday.  no pain. no issues.  but did tell her the most embarrassing popcorn tooth story ever.  listen - i dont even remember when the last time i ate popcorn was. so embarrassing.

meanwhile, kids.  i still dont have any cavities.  

my teeth are friggen rocks!

im funny

sometimes i think i should just copy and paste my emails into my blog. (i think ive said this before, actually)

not because they are a good indication of my writing abilities (which, by the way, are off the charts).  but because i can be SO hilarious.

at least to me.

and especially when i write to my sister in law kelly.  gosh, im so funny.  in fact, i think i write that last sentence in every email i write to her.  apparently writing to kelly makes me think im funny.  and im sure she really enjoys it when i talk myself up like that.

let it be known - i think im funny. in fact, im pretty sure im hilarious.  and i tell LBJ that all the time.  he asks, "you funny, mommy?"  (which actually is interpreted to mean, are you okay?).  and if im feeling it, instead of saying, "yes, im okay" ... i say (ok...i yell) "yeah!  im hilarious!"

what i wish i had right now was a picture of me.  with a hilarious face.  a big smiley face with crazy eyes.  

because crazy eyes

=

hilarious

we made it home

we are home from the hospital and had a follow up appointment with our doctor today.  LBJs oxygen was at 99%.  so, we feel good.  

i, however, am still exhausted.  and will write more when i think of something funny to say...

until then, thank you all for the emails and comments.  they made me happy.  (not happy enough to curb my emotional eating .. just ask my jeans ... but still, very much appreciated)

here i am...

rock you like a hurricane.

look. when i think, i think with a lot of lyrics in mind.  and scorpions just came to mind. what can i say.

but now you might be wondering ... where is "here"?

oh. no biggie. just the hospital.  after LBJ recovered from his bronchitis slash pneumonia, we had a glorious week of our good ole boy off his crazy meds and just enjoyed being healthy.

then it was the superbowl. and LBJ didnt seem completely right that morning. we skipped out of church early and headed home to nap. when he got up, at nearly five pm, he was rockin a 104.5 fever. dang gina!

long story short, hes had a fever 8 of the last 10 days, including the one today.  yesterday, when after 5 days of antibiotics didnt seem to be working, and LBJ was the most pathetic looking kid around, i had to bring him back to the doctor.

we get there and LBJs oxygen levels are low. we had done a breathing treatment prior to the appointment, then received two more at the doctors. after each treatment, instead of his oxygen levels going up, they went down.

down so low, in fact, hospital rules require an ambulance trip. Being the total insurance junkies we are, and having seen many a claim form for such trips, we really wanted to opt out. In addition, im pretty sure we would make it to the hospital in faster time than waiting for an ambulance. Our doctor made the call, and we were able to drive ourselves.

We left the house at 930 this morning. Spent the morning at the doctors office. And then we got to the ER and were seen by 130. At 630, we were told we being admitted because of the unsuccessful attempts to get LBJs oxygen levels up. We were to move 'upstairs' around 7. Fast forward to midnight, when we are finally getting settled into our room.

Now, I'm not saying that our ER doctor mumbled a lot, so we couldn't understand him. Or that he made me feel stupid for even bringing by kid in (on doctors orders). I'm not saying the night nurse was totally unfriendly. Or that the day nurse did not listen to us when we said the albuterol didn't look as if it were decreasing ... oh because it wasn't ... causing a one hour treatment to turn into a three and half hour treatment. I'm not saying that the doctor seemed to never actually tell us what the eff was going on, causing some major frustration. Or that it was super annoying to wait an additional 4 hours to be transfered upstairs.

Okay. Wait. Wait. No. I'm saying all of that. Because that's basically what happened in a nutshell.

So now its one am.  LBJ just finished yet another breathing slash oxygen treatment. And I'm watching his oxygen level drop the longer he's off the machine. This does not bode well for tomorrow. He is sleeping. In a totally weird crib pod thing, that I definitely took pictures of.

Nathan slept a bit. But now he is just watching me type. Creeper!

And I am blogging. Because I didn't want to forget this most eventful valentines day.

ps as far as I am aware, LBJ is okay. He's not dying. I think he's gonna pull through on this one.

can you guess

how much i love this?