Visiting the Cardiologist

This week was heart week for Jacob!  It had been 18 months since he'd seen the cardiologist and they wanted to do a checkup to make sure his ticker was still working properly.

We had planed our echo cardiogram for 11:00 a.m and then were scheduled to see the cardiologist at 12:30.  I knew we were in for a loooong day - especially since it's a 30 minute drive to see the Doctor.  So, at 10:15 little Jake and I were off to see the doctor! I had a bag filled with books, treats, videos, and a mental list of things we can do at the hospital where the cardiologist is located (since we're so well acquainted with it from past years!)

We show up at the cardiologist and Jake hit full-blown flirt mode!  He made his rounds to each of the little girls in the waiting room, then started flirting with the ladies at the desk, poking his head around the monitors to grin at them and wave.

He was all giggles and smiles until he took one look at the echo room - the bed,the monitors, the machines.  He didn't even walk inside before he totally freaked out.

Now, I expected him to be less than thrilled about an echo, but it has been more than 3 years since his heart surgery, and he's only had 1 other weekend stint in the hospital since then.  A full on melt-down was not anticipated.  But he looked like he was have a serious case of PTSD or something.

I had to pick him up, wiggling and wailing, take of his shirt, lay down with him on the bed, and physically hold his arms, legs, head and body while the poor technician tried to echo his heart.  30 minutes later, the technician gives up, telling me she's gotten as much as she's gonna get on my son.

We leave the room, both Jake and I looking like we'd just run a marathon.  I wish I'd brought another change of clothes.  Gah!

We head out to the shocked faces of the ladies at the front desk and are informed that we have 1 hour before we can see the doctor.  Undaunted, I tell them I'll see 'em in an hour, and take my son out to roam the hospital.

We stop by the Ronald McDonald House so he can talk to Ronald and give him a hug, then we go to the fish hall to listen to the fish, and check out the city from the sky walk.  Then, we went and had lunch in the cafeteria - which was quite exciting because there was no high chair and Jake was still grumpy from his appointment.  So even the dessert wasn't interesting him that day.

Finally, an hour later, we find our way back to the Dr's office and are called back.  The poor nurse tries to check his heart but all of Jake's happiness is spent so he just keeps swatting her away and insists on climbing up giving himself googly eyes in the giant mirror next to the examination bed.  But the sweet woman takes it in strides and goes to find the Doctor.

He walks in all smiles and sass (have I mentioned I like this doctor?) and tells me he's been getting lots of comments about how Jacob is full of 'energy'.  Laughing, I agree that his description is the most politically correct way of saying he's crazy active today.

Jake was nice enough to let the doctor listen to his heart for a minute, but nothing else.


And the prognosis is:  He sounds GREAT!  There are no leaks or issues whatsoever!  We don't have to go back for THREE MORE YEARS!!


It was totally worth the 5 hours of hospital time to get the news.

Stopping To Smell The Roses

 Last post I talked a lot about all our plans for this summer, and how excited I was to be to be doing 'nothing' with my children. Here we are more than half way through the summer and we have done none - count 'em ZERO of our 'nothing' planned activities this summer.  But you know what?  Amazingly, I'm OK with that.

 One of the biggest lessons I've learned from being a mother of a special needs child and 3 other above-average intelligence siblings is to just go with it.  Hope for the best, but expect the worst.  I guess I wouldn't exactly say expect the worst, because sometimes I can actually get stuff done.  But I've learned not to get bent out of shape if things don't happen the way I want them to.

For instance, NO - Jacob still is not potty trained.  But, if I let him run around nekkid (which is his preferred clothing status anyway), he does make it to his potty toilet about 80% of the time.  If he's clothed, he'll end up wetter than if he'd jumped in the swimming pool.  There seems to be some sort of disconnect having to do with the whole 'take your pants off before you pee' thing.  I don't know.  But I'm happy with his progress and still hope to have him potty trained by the time he starts back to school. 

 Although I never got Jake into swimming lessons, I've seen tons of improvement in his gross motor skills.  For instance, a few months ago, he wasn't able to navigate the McDonalds play area.  He could go up, but couldn't go down, and spent most of his time yelling for his sister to come help him.  At 5 years old, she wasn't too keen on following her little brother around helping him up and down the obstacles.  And I don't blamer her.  Today, we went to McDonalds and Jake didn't need help a single time.  He can go up, down, through the netting, down the slides, through the tubes, and is completely independent.  Not to mention the fact that at home, he does somersaults, jumps, tackles, walks up and down the stairs without any assistance, and a whole myriad of other tasks he couldn't do at the beginning of summer.

 

Plus, Jakes's been trying out a new program we discovered to help with his speech (he's still only doing a couple consonant sounds) called the Gemiini program (www.Gemiini.org).  He's 2 days into it and already mimicking some of the sounds, pointing at the animals, and his babbling has begun to accelerate.  I'm cautiously optimistic.  I'm sure I'll give an update on my next entry. 

The toughest part about the summer time has been the change in his schedule.  Jacob does NOT like to have his schedule messed with.  And going from several months in the strict schedule of the early intervention class to being home all the time and dealing with the chaos of our large family, there have been some adjustment periods - i.e. he acts out by getting hyper and getting into nearly everything he can get his hands on.  I've spent most of my summer just going from mess to mess to mess cleaning up after the boy. 

 At first, it drove me crazy, but after a while, I realized that he was just curious.  Jake is an active boy with an active mind.  Without the stimulus of school, he is busy trying to find other ways to keep his mind busy.

We've still gone to track meets, and play dates, lots of time with extended family, reading books, exploring, playing outside, etc.  We still plan on going camping, and tomorrow our family will be watching a minor league baseball game complete with fireworks afterward (That should be exciting!).   But I no longer worry about my long to-do list screaming at me from the kitchen table.

So until next time, just know we're be-bopping around the house, doing our own thing.  Although we don't look like we're doing much, we take time to stop and smell the roses, enjoy the little things, enjoying that fantastically wonderful thing we call family and health, and bask in the sunshine of life.

Summertime & Growing Up

Summertime is a bittersweet time around our house. On the first hand, I get to spend more time with my kiddos playing, laughing, having fun, and doing all the things we didn't have time to do during the school year.

 On the other hand, I am spending nearly every waking minute with my kids.  I'm not going to sugar coat it.  I, a say-at-home mother with 4 pretty fantastic children, am NOT, by any stretch of the imagination, maternal.

I don't spend hours on the Internet searching for fun activities to do with my kids during their sunny days and snuggling them every chance I get.  OK, I do snuggle a little bit.  Can you blame me?  Look at that face of his!  He's adorable! :)  What make motherhood rewarding for me is the knowledge that I am doing something truly important: Teaching my children to be happy, healthy, productive parts of society who will give of themselves to make the world a better place.

 What I enjoy about summer break is that time the older kids get to spend with the younger kids.  We have a pretty wide age spread between the olders and the youngers.  Essentially, we have 2 families of children.  The now-college freshman and her brother, the high school freshman, and then we have the kindergartner and the pre-schooler.  The funny thing is, though, that their personalities are so similar, it's like I'm raising my older kids all over again! Except this time I can fix some of those pesky mistakes I made the first time - or make my older kids experience the frustration I had with them when they were younger. Oh the poetic justice!!

 In the meantime, we will spend our summer playing games with one another, cleaning up the perpetual mess in our home, sunning ourselves alongside the kiddie pool, going to track meets for the olders, and recouping from an exhausting school year.

 There are no big vacations planned for the first time in years.  No going to Nationals for Track, or Family reunions requiring 12 hour drives in the Suburban.

 I think our biggest adventure will be a camping trip in July an hour away.  And maybe a couple family hikes.

 Jake spends his time constantly exploring and learning, although few words, if any come out of his mouth.  So I'm concentrating on reading him lots of sound books that require him to make sounds to mimic the animals.

 He's discovered art, and movies, and playing in the kiddie pool.  We'll make a major attempt at potty training this month, along with swimming lessons.

But for the rest of the summer, it is about living life simply and taking the time to enjoy the little moments with the ones who mean the most in our lives.  Because before we know it, they're all grown up and leaving the nest.

Happy Graduation, Elisha!  We love you!

~Mom & Dad