Children and Narcotics

The Belly tested negative for bacterial stuff at the doctor's office. The doctor checked his ears and lungs, all clear. Her conclusion?
"Is this influenza? Probably. H1N1? Possibly. Some kind virus? Definitely."
She didn't test him for H1N1 though, which didn't even occur to me until after we left her office.
What she did give him was cough medicine with codeine. I'm very skeptical about narcotics and kids. It makes me nervous. She gave me the script and told me to think about it, and said that at the very least it would quiet his cough enough to let him get some sleep. At the end of the day, I got it filled. It backfired, I think. He certainly felt better for a little while. He beat up his dad for stealing his Skittles, then got into a tickle fight with his brother. Then he went up and jumped on my bed for a while. He did get some sleep last night, even if he tossed and turned all night, keeping ME awake.
The dr gave a refill on the cough syrup - is that for the Mom that isn't getting any sleep?!

Let's Talk About...

Let’s talk for a moment about sick kids. A sick child is the WORST thing in the world. Of course, that kind of goes without saying, unless you have Munchhausen by Proxy, that you don’t ever want to see your child sick or hurting.
Isaiah’s been sick for a few days, and he’s not getting better. He’s seeing the doctor today. Is it just me, or does it always seem to get worse over the weekend, when your doctor ISN’T in the office? She’s very responsive by phone though, so we’ve already been giving her status checks.
Last week he had the sniffles, then got a flu shot, then got full blown SICK. Fever, coughing, sneezing, throwing up, nosebleed…… He’s just miserable. Last night he ran a fever, had the chills. When he’s awake, he’s coughing.

This. Is. Terrifying.

On one hand, I tell myself that kids get sick. It happens. Every year they catch a cold, or the flu, and they get sick but they get better. Then again, there are all kinds of crazy viral things just floating around and causing major complications. Maybe I’m buying into the whole H1N1 panic. I don’t know. All I know is that my little guy has been sick for days and isn’t getting better.

Oh, Happy Day!

Tomorrow my little guy will turn six. My little Buddha baby. My terrible two with attitude. Now he's a big kindergartner. He's a sensitive, empathetic, amazing little kid. He's got such a big heart in such a little body. He freely tells people he loves them, he misses them, and also when they hurt him. But he forgives, in fact, we could all take a lesson from his capacity to forgive. He doesn't let anything hold him down, he's simply got too much to enjoy to be sidetracked by anything else. I've been changed by him in unexpected ways. I've gained patience and insight, and a reminder not to take myself too seriously :)

So now, I'll repeat the same thing I said to him when I first held him in my arms, and welcomed him home -

Happy birthday, little one.

Little Orphan Manny

Phone rings, 1:26am.
He: Are 6 months old legal?
Me: Wha..?
He: Are 6 months old legal?
Me: That depends on where they're from, I guess.
He: No, are 6 months old legal? Do you want him?
Me: Are we talking about Safe Haven? Did someone leave a baby somewhere??
He: NO, I said a SIX MONTH OLD BEAGLE, do you want him?



And this is a picture taken in my kitchen at roughly 3:45am. Why no, I don't need sleep, why do you ask?
Meet Little Dog. I'm guessing we're not going to keep him. Lucky for him I have a great home for him to move into, with someone who has been waiting for the right dog to come along. Well, it just so happens I have an extra dog here.....

Whoa

Yesterday was my mom’s birthday. She wanted pizza from a specific place, so that’s where we went. The order was under her name, but the receipt only showed her last name. Right on top of that, it showed the server name. The way it was laid out, the names were together, almost as if showing a full name. So when they give me the receipt, the only thing I see is right at the top, it says Isaias DeJesus, with the date next to it, 10/6/09.

Why was this an odd coincidence? That’s my dad’s name, and I’ve never, ever seen it written unless it was referring to him. It’s not exactly the most common name out there.

So I folded it in half, handed it to my mom, and told her that somewhere, somehow, my dad was wishing her a happy birthday.

Here’s to recognizing those little, magical moments in everyday life.

Tiny Nervous Breakdown

Birthday party planning, Halloween planning, house maintenance, winter clothes and shoes for kids, new paint for the bathroom... is it any wonder I'm freaking out about my midterms this week?!

Dear Edward

Dearest Edward,
It's not you, it's me.
Not that I don't adore you, I do. In all your sparkly splendor. Your neurotic and posessive brand of love. The fact that you can dazzle. I mean, who wouldn't love you? Your eyes smolder, you read minds and you're polite. You play the piano. You survived the Spanish Influenza (well, sort of)
It's just that, don't laugh, but Lestat was my first love. And I'm simply not over him. So while I'm getting ready to see you next month, I still find myself thinking of him. Wondering what he's doing. Or undoing. He's like my crazy French alter ego. He's a part of me. Literally. Haven't you noticed his likeness etched in my very flesh?
And while I won't walk off and leave you devastated and alone in a forest, AHEM, sometimes, it's just, my heart's really not in it. I know, I obsessed a bit about you in the beginning. No, no, it's true. I did. And I still love you, I really do. But I always find myself back at Lestat.
Forgive me. I'm only human.


It was a song I heard today that brought this about. First, I was jamming to Death Cab's new song from the New Moon soundtrack - Meet Me at the Equinox. Reminded me how excited I am that Rob Pattinson would be coming -shirtless!- to a theater near me. Gives me chills. Anyway, then I plugged in my Ipod and lo and behold, it spits out another Death Cab song. Honestly, the first person it made me think of was my husband. Because I'm absolutely and totally head over heels, make people gag, in love with him.
Then it made me think of Lestat. Now, because I never bonded with either actor that played Lestat, I'm still in love with my own vision of him. Edward, however, has gradually turned into Rob Pattinson for me. And I realize that I love Rob Pattinson more than Edward. Let's face it, Edward doesn't say things like, "I'm just a tool. A big, hard tool." So I almost felt like I needed to apologize to one fictional vampire because I'm still in love with another fictional vampire.
Go on and laugh. I don't care. Edward would forgive me.
So, the song goes like this -

If heaven and hell decide
that they both are satisfied
and illuminate the nos on their vacancy signs
If there's no one there when your soul departs
Then I will follow you into the dark.