Category Archives: Story Time

Pop music

Posted by Delightfully Doable on 12 October, 2013 None comments

All the commotion and talk about Miley Cyrus is beyond me. I understand her videos are a cry for help and outlandish. It actually breaks my heart. I heard one of her songs on the radio today “Wrecking Ball” and a couple emotions came up.

First, she is so young she shouldn’t even be writing songs about heartache; she is merely a child. Second, her outfits or lack there of, are absurd and a massive cry for help. The unfortunate thing is she actually has a beautiful voice when you simply listen to it without all the other distractions. I picture myself and if that were my daughter; barely 20, broken, talented beyond belief and yet this is the path she’s headed down, I would do anything in my power to help guide her in another direction. We have so many of our young girls idolizing these popstars thinking this is life, they want to be just like them. What are we doing to help instill in our children that that life isn’t reality.

All of these young stars have a few good years of fame and then it seems to hit them, they don’t know how to handle it, they are trying to grow up thinking they already have and are beyond confused, they don’t know who they are as society tries to tell them who they ought to be.

They are getting attention but not the kind I believe they truly want. The criticism only makes their response more outlandish with a deeper longing to be accepted. Britney Spears for example shaved her head because her personal life became the entire world’s problem. Honestly, I don’t think she was crazy like society assumed; I think society and media bring people to such lengths. They have a standard they have to live up to because they are always in the public eye. The problem: THIS ISN’T REALITY.

I wish media would stop giving Miley Cirus the attention she is looking for. Her attention should only come from her music and her manager and parents should help instigate this. I’ve noticed the people you see less in the media use their acting career as their job not as their life. The same goes for music artists; they don’t draw attention to themselves through other distractions but simply their passion to sing.

Moment of truth: lets join together and teach our kids that they don’t have to starve for attention to be idolized, rich or famous; they are accepted for who they are. We must teach them this. Kids are struggling to grow up and find a place in this world but it needs to stem from their parents instilling their self worth from a young age.

Smells

Posted by Delightfully Doable on 10 October, 2013 None comments

Do you ever have those moments when a smell brings you back to a happy place, a childhood moment, a memory you long to place but can’t quite put your finger on? I have those now and again although, one recently has been driving me crazy. I can’t physically smell it, it’s in my memory and I long to smell and taste this sweet fragrance I’ve recently recalled. This smell is a tea I had at one point and it brings me back to Fall and the coziness of snuggling up in my jammies on the couch and sipping a sweet cup of tea while watching a movie with my husband. I’ve asked my friend who is a tea fanatic if I could come over and smell her tea drawer to see if I could place it.

While hunting through her many teas I ran across one that seemed to be perfect, it was a winter solstice from Peets Coffee. Now this makes sense, it only comes around once a year, she brewed me a cup and I sipped the sweet black tea and enjoyed our conversations while our kids played together. The following day I ran to the store to fill up our selection of tea in our household as the weather is now permitting this to be a frequent “go to” drink. As I was thumbing through all the different types of tea while allowing my son to shake all the boxes to quietly entertain him, I grabbed quite a few teas all different flavors, some I had never tried before.

To my surprise that evening I brewed myself a cup of tea from Good Earth’s blend called Sweet and Spicy. Heaven rained down on me. This was the tea, the one I had been searching for all along. I was sitting in glorious bliss while utterly shocked I found it, the blessed tea I had been hunting for was sitting in my mug here in my very own home without even knowing it. All along I thought the Winter Solstice was the tea as something didn’t seem quite right it was pretty darn close, but as I said, heaven did rain down in this cup of Good Earth Sweet and Spicy tea.

I couldn’t bring myself to try any of the other teas considering I had longed for months to sip this sweet yet spicy tea. I finally tried another tea a few days later called Bengal Spice and I must say, the spice is what I love, this tea was very similar and now I know what satisfies my palette.

It’s great to place the smells and taste that bring a memory up as they often don’t get found. I can proudly say, this one did get found and brought me to a happy place..

Lead with your heart

Posted by Delightfully Doable on 7 October, 2013 None comments

A couple weeks ago while we were at church, the Children’s pastor spoke a great message about simply being an example of what we say we believe. Whether you believe in God or not, this is a great question to ponder. Honestly, it seems lately this question has come up in many ways and many forms lately. It seems to constantly test my belief in God and what I believe he has in store for my life. He has called us as his children to bring others to Christ. Our pastor showed a picture of an old dirty boot and ended the sermon saying, what “dirty” things in our life do we need to give da’ boot to, and what do we need to put the boots on for, and start running after.

I’ve been a believer for years, if any of you know my story, you know that I walked away from the Church and lived my own life how I desired. That’s a story for a different day, but with that history, I’ve actually never led anyone to Christ before. This has always been something I’ve truly never cared about until I really began my walk with the Lord almost two years ago. I was hit with this truth yesterday while sitting in the service, questioning myself and how do others view my life; not how do I view it, but what impression am I leaving on others. Yikes, this was a really tough place to be in, asking myself to search my heart and the true motives of my life. Are my motives for my personal gain or to benefit others?

If I were to give up everything I had to help those around me, wouldn’t I do it? But why is it so hard. The basis of that question is simple, I want to benefit myself, and I believe I come first before anyone else’s happiness. This is a lie, but unfortunately this is how we are. One of the questions the pastor asked was how many times in a day do we complain. Is it possible to go an entire day without complaining…..let me tell you, no it’s not. I tried this from the moment we left church and something was utterly against me and actually helped me complain and be more argumentative than ever. Seriously frustrating. There are spiritual forces around us that will fight for or against us, and I believe any time we want to make the right choices and do the next right thing, we have the enemy doing anything and everything to mess it up for us. But don’t lose heart, this doesn’t mean this has to happen, the more we become aware of the spiritual world around us, the more we can take heart and search our motives and ask the Lord for help. Everything we go through must pass through the hands of God before it ever touches our life.

It’s so easy to complain and get in our own pity party that life is a drab. Do we feel better after complaining or do we make our situations worse? Are we building up those around us when we complain; making them want to hang out longer because you are optimistic or pessimistic. Sometimes we complain about “Christians” and how people who claim to be a follower of Christ are actually the worst examples. I agree we have a lot of hypocrites, but understand that we aren’t any different than any other human with our faults; the only difference is we are held to a higher standard. The difference between believers of Christ and nonbelievers is that nonbelievers don’t have a standard to live up to, the honesty of drinking, smoking pot, sleeping around, lying, and stealing isn’t something that they are told not to do; they have no shame. Believers on the other hand do have a standard we are meant to hold, with that comes a real honesty that needs to be shared. Young kids are walking in worldly experiences having sex at 14 years old and doing drugs. They don’t have a sense of security to share their mistakes or cry for help; instead they carry shame and guilt, worried of someone finding out.

My husband and I talk until we are blue in the face about Christians and how we say one thing and do another, we call them hypocrites. We have them everywhere and even I am one now and again, but my deep desire is to not mask real life experiences but address them in a manner that shows truth and shows change. I want my life to not only show my pitfalls, but to also show the progression of my faults. I say it all the time “a mistake is only a mistake when NOT repeated multiple times. Once the felony keeps happening, it’s now become an excuse rather than a mistake.”

Spiders

Posted by Delightfully Doable on 3 October, 2013 None comments

Let me start by saying me deep hatred for spiders, I’m sure you remember that from previously, but it’s a great reminder!!! This week was our week to clean the pool and I have been so consumed with packing for our trip. I headed down to the pool wondering why we haven’t closed it for the winter yet. I bundled Cooper up and we walked down with him the in stroller to keep him contained while I cleaned.

As we were there, I was trying to whisk the leaves off the top of the water as I spotted a MASSIVE spider, Probably the biggest spider I have yet to see let alone that close to me. Okay, it was dead in the pool but it was HUGE and I really felt as though there were other ones about to crawl all over me. I could just see it now: me running around freaking out from this massive creature crawling on me. Falling into the pool while Cooper sits in his stroller laughing as he thinks mommy is quite entertaining when really I am about to have a heart attack.

Okay, this didn’t happen but I basically dreamt it that it became real to me. I had to take a picture of this creature as it was so big no one would truly believe me with just a description. I took a picture and haven’t been able to look at it since because it will make me relive the situation all over again and give me nightmares, literally. I believe you all need to see this picture and share in the horror I experienced while alone in the cold with my son an a really large COLD pool.

I had to reach my hands into the filters to clean them out and you can imagine the fear that pierced me after seeing this large creature just a couple feet away dead in the pool. Now I know that just because you see one does not mean another one is lurking around the corner, but in my mind it had to be true. My hands were about to enter the dark, cold filter and I could only picture an alive one crawling on my timid hands as I am supposed to take out all the leaves that have accumulated from the stormy weather the last couple days.

Luckily I did survive this afternoon excursion, barely, but I did survive. :)

Note* I just mentioned to my husband how I couldn’t even look at what I was posting as I added this picture. He said “Wasn’t it was the size of a quarter?” My response “Are you seriously kidding me (sounding annoyed), the legs alone were 3-4 inches long, no joke. I did NOT zoom in while I took the picture.” His response…..laughter…and more laughter.

Sweet Baby Shrimp

Posted by Delightfully Doable on 27 September, 2013 None comments

Oh my goodness!!! Cooper is obsessed with shrimp. He would eat it every day all day if he could, no joke. We went out to lunch last week with some friends at a Mexican Restaurant and I ordered Cooper a ground beef burrito which he normally loves. To his credit he did eat probably three bites. My husband and I ordered Fajitas with shrimp, chicken and steak. Cooper immediately started reaching for this sizzling plate and to our surprise we gave him a bite of shrimp and he devoured it, so much so neither of us got a bite of shrimp as he ate the whole plate. It was so cute to see him desire it so badly yet turn his nose to everything else. We joked about going to restaurants and ordering a side of shrimp and skipping the kids meal.

I started adding some shrimp to his breakfast as he loves it so much and it’s very good or him. I scramble him two eggs and add 1/4 cup shrimp. He is set for the day with this jump started breakfast.

He’s got quite the little personality on him and knows what he wants and doesn’t want. He loves to shake his head “no” and not out of disrespect but because he knows he doesn’t want his milk right now, or he doesn’t want to give mommy a kiss. :)

Precious baby loves his shrimp!

The blessings in loving our precious children

Posted by Delightfully Doable on 23 September, 2013 None comments

Do to my rant the other day about bullying in school (click here) I really felt it was important to discuss the blessings in loving our children. Loving our children seems to be a given. Don’t we all love our kids? Of course we do, but how often do we continually exercise this love. Are we constantly telling them “no,” correcting behavior, asking for respect, don’t touch that, don’t hit your brother, don’t you talk back to me, go to your room. All of these statements ring oh so true to a parent. Teaching your kids respect and love is probably the hardest job out there. We are responsible in grooming our kids so that when 18 short years later, they will maneuver through this world with aspirations, respect, confidence, encouragement, and feeling a place in this big world. How often do we teach our kids through actions verses words? Unfortunately I hate to say it but our actions take precedence most of the time and not always in a positive way.

Do we love our spouse the way they deserve to be loved, giving tender, compassionate love? These are the times we want to hold dear and in the forefront of our minds. When I stand at my own gravesite tomorrow or 80 years from now, I want my obituary to be a positive influence to those around me. When my kids stand at my funeral to speak about my life as a mother, I hope they only have positive things to say about my love for them and their father and the influence I had on those around me! I don’t want to live with regrets. I want to make this life not ordinary but EXTRAordinary, who’s to stop us, only we are our biggest battle.

Carolyn Mahaney once said “Motherhood can be both exhilarating and exasperating. It can present us with a delightful experience one moment and a baffling encounter the next. There are days when we can’t imagine doing anything more rewarding. Then we have days when caring for our children feels anything but significant.” The moment in the hospital when your baby is plunged into your arms an immediate love overpowers you and strengthens your desire to care for this infant no matter what life brings. The miraculous life that has just been handed over to you gives immediate protection and indescribable love. No one needed to come along side my husband and I and teach us how to love our precious bundle. It just happens. Over time, things do change, our patience gets tested, the never ending cries of the newborn, sleepless nights, terrible 2’s, 4 year old tantrums, 10 year old disrespect, and you got it….those teen years that baffle your mind to no end. Has your love changed, absolutely not, but has your attitude changed? Our affection can quickly fall to the way side as parenting tends to take over.

Let’s try and mesh parenting into a tender, passionate, affectionate love that God has called us to with our children. This type of parenting will forever change the hearts of our little ones, discipline through godly love and tender affection is what our children are craving. Their little minds struggle to express their feelings and emotions and need a safe haven to develop those outlets. How as a husband and wife can you begin to implement this change in your family, well for starters begin with one another. My husband and I saw this in a movie once and it was pretty funny but we actually saw a lot of truth behind it. This little boy told his sister “hey that was a put down, you owe me 3 put ups.” I can’t remember the movie it was in but it stuck with us. We use it jokingly but in reality it’s a very positive thing to do. How often do we give positive feedback throughout the day, you will notice your perspective change simply by implementing three put ups. It may sound childish but we all need to bring ourselves back to reality and not think we are above the right to be respected and give respect.

Proverbs 13:24 states that lack of discipline is a result of hate. No one would use such words towards their children, but why do we think its okay to allow them to rule our families. They need constant correction and love to gain a healthy perspective on life and boundaries needed in this world. Tenderness will soften anyone’s hearts, especially our children’s. If we discipline in love and always end with a hug and a kiss, they will one day see our reasoning for our actions and ultimately still feel that love from us as parents. If we discipline out of anger and hatred their precious little hearts will tend to grow hard and calloused. Unfortunately this is true in our own family, my husband grew up in a very tough environment, and not an ounce of tender love and affection was given to him, precisely the opposite. My husband longs to give that tender love and affection as that was never passed on to him. I’ve seen him struggle with something that is a direct result of his parents. Why can’t we spare our children everything possible and do what we are called to, and hold our children with the highest level of commitment. I heard it once said, we would lay our lives down for our children, but then why aren’t more parents choosing to be involved with bettering themselves, so in turn we will positively affect our children’s lives. I thought that was so profound. How can we honestly raise up a child in the way he should go, if we aren’t going in the correct way as their own parents. Let’s not be shy to the fact that we all need some teaching throughout our lives, whether that’s in retreats, counseling, mommy groups, daddy workshops, etc. Take the opportunity to grow yourself and your marriage to better love our children with that tender, compassionate love they so deeply desire.

I know my son is only 14 months old. I haven’t encountered the terrible 2’s, 4 year old tantrums, 10 year old disrespect, and those teen years. But what I do know is that every day that passes with my son, I know I hold dear. I treasure the opportunity to be home with him, capturing these precious moments as each day passes knowing I am his biggest influence, his biggest advocate and his biggest fan. As he is my first and only child right now, I long to get this down to the best of my ability by preparing for those years to come. I want to begin that tender, affectionate love now, so I don’t have to learn once we’ve gone too far. My confidence is in the Lord, each child needs to be parented to their personality but that doesn’t mean at 14 months old, my child shouldn’t be parented with that tender love as well. He’s just now learning that there are consequences to his actions, he doesn’t understand why, but he knows there are certain things he can’t do. Probably the best stage to start the affectionate love as he doesn’t understand that he can’t hit me directly in the face out of excitement. Teaching these new boundaries are not easy but I want him to feel a bond and respect towards me as we embark on this journey together.

Moment of Truth:

Proverbs 22:6 Train up a child in the way he should, and when he is old, he will not depart from it.

We are given the tools; take heart as we embark on this journey of being blessed by our children and blessing them back. We have this hope, now let’s use the tools God has promised!

School Bullying

Posted by Delightfully Doable on 21 September, 2013 None comments

School Bullying

Please watch the video above before reading.

Yesterday morning on GMA there was this touching story on this little brothers deep desire to stop his twin sister from being bullied at school. He wrote an early letter to santa begging for his sister to be happy again. The poor little girl said she doesn’t know why she is being bullied but that she feels as if she were to die, everyone else would be happier. This broke her mother’s heart and she immediately said she would do anything to protect her and keep her happy. This is a mother’s greatest fear!!!

After I saw this, I couldn’t help but shed some tears. Ever since I had my own precious child, I can’t watch things without crying; stories like this are so real and literally break my heart. I beg for parents to teach their kids respect and love. They need to honor their peers and walk along side students who may appear different than them. This starts in the home. Parents are the ones to blame for the lack of respect and bullying in kids. I see on the news all the time “trying to stop bulling” but you can’t stop it when the parents are the ones teaching them that kids aren’t good enough, not cool enough, overweight, socially awkward and so forth. We wouldn’t have these issues if parents told their kids how to be nice and respectful to other people. People are in all different shapes and sizes, personalities, introvert and extravert; all of these are what makes the world go around. If we didn’t have differences we’d all be robots. Every person is unique and precious in their own way. We MUST stress this to our children and it must begin in the HOME.

This is something that a mother never wants to go through. I never want my child to be bullied and struggle through childhood being embarrassed and not wanting to go to school. Heart wrenching. I also do not want my child to be a bully; I would be mortified if my child bullied because there’s a poor innocent child suffering and losing any self confidence that may have existed previously, and secondly, it’s a reflection on us as parents not doing our job. I agree 100% that bullying has got to stop, but the parents are the ones that have to step in take control of bullying. I have seen parents use their kids to show off, ‘one-up’ another family, be the highly looked upon family in school, have the most athletic child, drive the most expensive car and so forth. It’s absolutely absurd how parents aren’t confident in their own lives and now this is reflecting on their kids and teaching them at a very young age that everyone else is below them. Reality check, you have got to work for what you have. Kids do not need financial and material things passed down to them; they need to experience what hard work truly is. They need to work for themselves and learn how to appreciate what they have. Now I’m not saying, don’t buy your child an iPad or a cell phone, what I am saying is what age are we allowing this, and what are they doing to earn these items. There is always a balance.

Do we live in a stable?

Posted by Delightfully Doable on 18 September, 2013 None comments

So we moved officially three months ago now. We have had an odor ever since we moved in but hadn’t known why. The wind would blow just right that we would get a whiff of something nasty. Now we remember this occurring since we very first moved in considering my son’s birthday was a week after we moved, and while we sat on the back porch for dinner, the smell was very potent. Here we are three months later and the smell was a leaky sewer pipe. It wasn’t from our actual sewer though; it was all kitchen disposal garbage that has been down there for several months cooking. Our homeowner’s policy wouldn’t touch it because it has been a gradual growth not a quick broken pipe. After getting quotes from three different companies I decided the theme was the same; this must have been ongoing for quite some time and I decided I would call the gentleman that did our homeowners inspection. Let me say, they weren’t too happy with me, but I felt this was very clear they had missed this leaking pipe. All evidence pointed to this; the smell, water, and three companies telling me so.

They hemmed and hawed about this event as I’m sure they didn’t want to take responsibility, now I finally called the owner of the company as I was unpleasant with the blame of other people rather than just taking responsibility for this mistake. I was very polite but honest with them and simply asked for them to take care of it. I wasn’t out for their money; all I want is a simple fix.

Here we are three weeks later, definitely a long process. Finally today they are here taking care of the issue and now our house smells like a manure pile; literally!!!! It’s so bad, all the doors and windows are open and its pretty cold out. They did tell me that food debris is actually worse than real sewer. I now believe this statement. It’s pretty bad! Luckily we are done with the smell by the end of the day! Now….even worse news…..they said not only is there a TON of spiders down there, they are HUGE, HAIRY and NESTING!!!! GROSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fury, creepy crawlers are my worst nightmare. I have an abnormal fear of spiders, to the point so much so I should seek counseling. They said it was so bad they would actually throw a couple spider bombs under there for us. What is very frustrating is that we have a pest control company we hired when we first moved in to help take care of this issue. I’ve had to call them every couple of weeks to come back out and treat for slugs, spiders, beetles, you name it, we’ve got it. I’m not very happy with their service as we have paid over $400 for a year and have had no success.

(Here is the waste they had to haul out….)

(Here is the pipe with worn through holes…definitely something that occurred over time..)

Needless to say, we are taking action and going to fix a few problems promptly.

A mother’s worst nightmare

Posted by Delightfully Doable on 16 September, 2013 None comments

This weekend did not start off right. At 2pm on Friday I experienced the worst thing a parent could ever experience. As I walked into my son’s room 3 ½ hours later, confused that he was still sleeping, I walked into a nightmare. As I approached his crib my son was having convulsions that kept him from being able to sit up. I quickly grab him to have his head fall forward without an ounce of control. He was shaking so badly, and to see my helpless babe without the ability to hold his head up was a very weak moment for me. “Cooper, Cooper?” I cried as I tried to get a response from him. “Cooper, look at mommy, Cooper what’s wrong?” Without being able to gain a sign of response, I quickly thought maybe he was dehydrated. I tried to nurse him, and as he was lying in my arms his eyes kept rolling in the back of his head. Finally, he looked at me and started to cry. I quickly called the doctor as this started to subside; had it not, I would have called 911. The doctor told me to come in immediately.

On my drive to the doctor, I tried calling my husband to find out he was in a meeting. I was panicked; unsure what to do besides rush him in immediately. Let me tell you me deep love/hate for doctors, as I had to wait an hour just to be taken back to the room and an additional half hour once taken back; my deep loath for doctors began to sink in. My husband was on the phone with me fearful of the news we were about to hear. He finally couldn’t handle it anymore so he left work early and joined me right after the appointment. The doctor told me what I witnessed was probably the aftermath of a seizure. This is what I didn’t want to hear. I don’t know why a 14 month old baby would be having seizures, something else is than wrong. I had to stop my thoughts in their tracks hoping and praying that it was a ‘one and done’ deal; no more would happen. They couldn’t perform any tests while at their clinic, they would have to send us to the children’s hospital, where there he would stay the night and be monitored. Now the Doctor didn’t think we needed to do this yet. His words to me sounded numb; “he won’t die from seizures, so if he keeps having them we need to monitor him and find out why, but until than I don’t know that it would be the best decision to send you directly to the hospital without having seen it myself.”

My questions were endless, my frustration towards the doctor showed, I wanted answers, not “what ifs.” The only possible other solution was that it could be a virus, causing a seizure for some unknown reason. Neither of these answers were beneficial to me. He told me as the night progressed Cooper needed to gain full mobility back otherwise that would be a sign of something else because side effects of seizures are temporary. So all night we had to watch Cooper and evaluate his “wobbliness” so to speak. Now once my husband met up with us, he definitely noticed Cooper was a bit slower; he had fallen 4 times and knocked his head each time. Poor guy!

We decided against taking him in that night as he was still playing and was thoroughly tired. Now Saturday was pretty normal other than him being completely exhausted and having a big bruiser on his cheek from hitting the edge of the coffee table the night prior. Sunday on the other hand, he woke up crying which is never a good sign with him. He is the baby that will play in his crib for an hour before you truly need to get him. He’s refused to be put down all morning and was definitely not his normal Cooper Man self. We took off for church anyways, hoping for a change in scenery to put a smile on his face. There happened to be an all church barbeque following the service with some great entertainment that we wanted to attend.

Side note: We have been having sewer problems since we moved into our new house, now we didn’t know this until 2 weeks ago, but apparently this has been an ongoing issue for quite some time. Due to this information I decided to call the gentleman who did our home inspection as we had taken his word for all the activity under the house or lack thereof. He was supposed to be coming out Sunday at 2pm to evaluate this concern.

Due to this information we had to leave the barbeque early and get Cooper home for a nappy-pooh. Unfortunately, along with all of this “garbage” going on, for lack of a better word, as my husband was holding him he commented that Cooper was burning up. Burning up was an understatement, as we gave him Tylenol and even though that’s a fever reducer his temperature was still 101. He was so flushed and cranky. I laid him down for his nap while trying to juggle calling the advice nurse and talking to the home inspector at the same time. My eyes were getting watery, my emotions were worn on my sleeve, and everything together made me turn on the faucets in my eyes. I was crying out of concern for my child and the fact that we have a terrible sewer smell we’ve been dealing with for quite some time that financially wasn’t in our cards. $4500 was the staple price three companies had given us for this issue. Prayers that the home inspector takes responsibility for this and fixes it would be a huge blessing. (We still have heard).

The advice nurse finally called me back an hour and a half later, thankfully Cooper had been sleeping. This conversation was quite long. For liability reasons she had a lot of “advice” without being able to tell me exactly what to do. She knew my concern, knew I didn’t desire to take him to the hospital overnight if there truly wasn’t something big going on. She also knew I would pick up in a heartbeat and stay overnight as long as we needed to make sure my son was healthy. Torn between being an “over reactive parent” or an “unconcerned parent” was my struggle. She advised I watch him for a few minutes at a time if he slept longer than his normal nap considering that’s when we experienced the aftermath of his original episode. Since my son has been so restless lately while sleeping I figured I couldn’t get away with this. Luckily he woke up after 2 ½ hours. This time around, his temperature was 103. I’ve never seen Cooper so lethargic and never want to see it again. This active little boy can’t sit still, until now. He laid on me for quite some time just crying and helpless. He would also get restless and rollover and lay on the floor on his blanket and could not stop crying. He was so uncomfortable yet I was utterly helpless. This broke my heart and I wished I could do anything, anything in the world to take it away from him. Now with this response, the nurse did tell me that it actually doesn’t matter the degree of the fever, the bigger concern is if they are uninterested in their toys and you can’t hold their attention. This is exactly what was happening.

An hour later, my husband went to put on his jeans and pack a bag to head out to the hospital. Within those couple minutes we walked to the bedroom Cooper decided to try and play with a toy with a lot of intermittent crying. This behavior was a good sign, not lying on the floor and actually moving around was a huge blessing. Now I was concerned with his lack of fluids and food intake, but knew if we could get him to move around a bit, he would be bound to get thirsty. As the night progressed he got a little bit better and his fever dropped to 102. Enough to the point I felt okay with putting him to bed hoping for the best.

We put him in our room to monitor him and unfortunately he was so restless that every time he rolled over, sat up for a drink, and whimpered I was wide awake. I actually got no sleep, but given the circumstances I was totally fine with this. Tired, of course, but my baby was more important.

This morning he woke up with a fever of 100 degrees, I decided if the fever didn’t break we would definitely head in today no matter what. Well….by 1:30 when he woke up from his nap, the fever had pretty much broken. YAY!!!! The immediate concern was now alleviated, but the concern that my son still may have suffered a seizure still remains. We do have to watch for ANY neurological signs that may be slightly off to keep track if there is a bigger issue going on. The doctor did say it could be one and done, but we won’t know until more time passes and praying for no reoccurrence. I feel better knowing he’s getting his personality and strength back, but hoping for a full “recovery.” Praying for protection of Cooper and his health and that he will continue to grow and be a strong, healthy little boy.

I love you Cooper John Cook! I’m thankful I get to stay home with you; you are the light of my life.

September 11th

Posted by Delightfully Doable on 11 September, 2013 None comments

This morning is September 11th. I can’t believe it’s already been 12 years since the terrorist attacks, yet at the same time for those families it’s probably been a very hard, long 12 years. I saw on the news the president and vice president at the white house holding the moment of silence and reading off every name of those who passed in this tragic event. Very sad, but what a great reminder. I figure we have a lot to complain about with our country and the way our government runs certain things, but when you think about tragedy we have a lot to be thankful for as well. I don’t always agree with the governments choices, but at the same time, I am not in their shoes and it’s just a few people running millions of people; you will get strife no matter what you do. Take a moment and be thankful for our country in which we live.