More drama…

On December 23, my six year old, Catie, began complaining of pressure behind her right eardrum.  She was running no fever of any kind, so we treated it kindly with warm compresses and Tylenol.  Uh-oh.  Already, it begins.

Christmas Eve,  Catie was fine during the day, but after the gift exchange at Grandma’s, she decidedly looked like she was ailing.  Still no fever.  Even the outside of her ear was not red.  At all. We continued to treat the ‘sore ear’ with warm compresses and Tylenol.  On Christmas Day, Catie was perky (what child isn’t perky when presents loom before them?) and told me that her ear was not bothering her ‘at all’ (her words, not mine).  We headed to my Dad’s for Christmas Day, which requires the proper prerequisite rest and hydration.  Again, once we were done opening gifts, Catie began complaining about her ear hurting.  I was beginning to see a pattern…  Gifts to open = No discomfort of any kind.   Gift opening finished = discomfort/complaints about ear.  Oh boy.

Catie was STILL not running even a mild fever that night, but added her jaw to the complaint.  Can you say, “Breakfast will be oatmeal with a side of Tylenol?” The next morning, I had to finish up my Internship @ Massage Therapy school. When I got home later that day,  Catie was obviously in pain – I called the pediatrician’s office.  The doctor was out with a family emergency (he’s got three boys. it’s gonna happen!) and the backup female pediatrician was out of town until after New Year’s.  Oh, crap! The charge nurse told me what I already knew: Catie was not running a fever, so there was most likely not any kind of infection, just a buildup of fluid pressure.  Then, she told me something I did not know: giving Catie some decongestant might help to ease the pressure behind her eardrum.  The nurse also had me alternate Tylenol and Motrin every three hours.  Worked like a dream – until this morning

This morning, Catie woke to a wet spot on her pillow and a dripping flow from her right ear.  Her eardrum ruptured!  Crappity- crap-crap-crap!  Of course, we’ll have to wait until, oh, TUESDAY to see the pediatrician.  Catie is no longer in any pain – something to be thankful for!  When cleaning her ear today, I found what I believe is one of the set of tubes that were inserted in her eardrums when she was 16 months old.  They’ve been in there five years!  Looks like a tiny spool (if you own a sewing machine).

I’ll keep you (all two of you, plus Mom) updated.


Catie AND Halie saw the pediatrician today.  Halie has strep throat and Catie’s eardrum has begun to heal on its own.  Both are on antibiotics for the next ten days.  Please pray for the rest of us that cuddled and smooched Halie all holiday season that our throats will not serve as festering petri dishes for the strep bacteria!


O’ Dark Hundred Hours

 My oldest daughter, Halie, turned 8 on December 7.  She graciously agreed to wait for a birthday celebration until December 17.   My daughter was well compensated for her patience.  Among the wonderful gifts was a gift I never imagined her desiring – ever : rollerblades.   Halie put them on before the party was over and was skating up and down the sidewalk in front of our house while we all watched.  She mastered them that same day! 

The next morning, it was back to school (Monday).  At 5AM, I saw a shadow in the hallway, outside my bedroom door – It was Halie: completely dressed for school, but also outfitted with helmet, gloves, pads and rollerblades.  My eight year old seemed to be trying to sneak in a skate around the living room before school without waking us up.  I jabbed my husband hard in one shoulder – repeatedly.  When I had his attention, I simply pointed down the hallway.   He called out to our daughter, “Halie? What are you doing?” She answered solemnly, “Well, my teacher said that if I get up extra early, I can have some time to do what I want to do before I have to get ready for school.  I like rollerblading, so that’s what I’m doing.” 

 WOW!  I had no words.  My husband just asked Halie to be careful around the TV and not to move the furniture.  Then he sent our daughter on her way.  My husband rolled over, saw the look on my face, and said, “You know what? Halie’s inspired me to use this morning to do whatever I want to do. I’m going back to sleep!

In the end, Halie was happy (not her usual grumpy morning self), and I asked her to thank her teacher for giving her such good advice.  Halie had a great day at school! When my daughter came home, she told me that the teacher passed a ‘Thank You’ right back to me.

I think Halie’s sisters might be getting some of their own rollerblades for Christmas!

(Sorry.  Having problems getting my photos loaded on WP.  Check out the pics of Halie skating over on myFlikr Photos page)

Have a Merry Christmas!

Anybody ready for Christmas?

Anyone?  Anyone? Bueller?  Although I unboxed my (fake) Christmas tree the weekend after Thanksgiving, getting it completely decorated has been a long process.  Today, we invited all of the family to be here to celebrate Halie’s eighth birthday.  So, while I had the camera out anyway, I figured I’d share a photo of our indoor Christmas decorations:

Christmas 2006 click to enlarge

Enjoy.  May your holiday season be blessed!

We Wish You AmeriChristmas

My sister posted about a flyer she got in the mail this week.  For a grocery store.  Uh. Mah. Gah!  Go read it: Zhook – Journal – We Wish You AmeriChristmas

Christmas Shopping Continued

Our oldest daughter, Halie will be 8 on December 7, next week.  We have all of our Christmas shopping done for our three daughters (whew!), but we had still not purchased Halie’s birthday gift.  We are grateful and consider it a blessing that she was born on December 7 and not Jan 8, when she was supposed to arrive.  We do not group her birthday together with our Christmas celebration, as we have taught all of our daughters that Christmas is a time to celebrate Jesus’ birthday.  The one time we actually get gifts on someone else’s birthday! That said:

Halie really, really, really wants a Bratz doll.  We’ve told her that we’d like to wait until she’s at least ten years old.  If we intended to buy her a Bratz doll  today, however, this was the store to purchase it at.  There were aisles upon aisles of Bratz dolls and theiraccoutrements.  As we exited the first aisle, I saw 24-inch, plush, poseable dolls.  My husband, walking behind me, with his eyes wide, said, “Those girls are dressed like mini hoochie-mamas! Where is the Bratz Pimp doll with his pimp hat and cane?”  I laughed until I couldn’t breathe… Then decided we’d better buy Halie the magic-makeup Barbie styling head. 

Mission accomplished.  Maybe not politically correct, but side-splitting nonetheless!

So, my readers (both of you): How’s your holiday shopping going?