Going Home

By Sandy on March 9, 2012

Josiah is going home. A team of Drs. came in this morning and gave us the thumbs up. Blood work shows a strain of something that has too many letters and syllables in it for me to pronounce. Basically, he will need antibiotics for a couple of weeks. We can certainly take care of that at home.

This morning at 5 am, a couple of nurses came in Josiah’s dark room. He and I were sound asleep. Since last night they had been keeping a close eye on the IV site. It was red and a tad been swollen. They were able to get his vital signs without disturbing him. But since his arm still looked red, the IV needed to be removed.

A Mother Knows

By Sandy on March 5, 2012

I guess after 10 years it makes sense I would know what to expect. I fully anticipated Josiah would get sick. I thought it would take 24 hours. It actually took closer to 36. Josiah woke up sick, Sunday Morning. He spent the entire day doing what he does best when he’s sick. He slept.

A few times he woke up wanting a drink. We gave him only small sips. A few hours later, he’d wake up and bring that small sip right back out. When he is sick, Josiah shuts down. He sleeps non-stop for hours. He sleeps non-stop for days actually. He’s done this since he’s been an infant.

To Tent or Not to Tent, That is the Question

By Sandy on March 2, 2012

Josiah’s new tent arrived yesterday. It sat in the box, unopened, until just a few minutes ago. I wasn’t sure I would open it. Once opened, it can’t be returned. After last night, the tent idea may not be such a good one. Here’s what happened.

I was exhausted from the adventures of the previous night with Josiah. I went to bed early. I wanted to unwind and read for a few minutes before going to sleep.

Joy Comes In The Morning (Because the night is OVER)

By Sandy on February 29, 2012

I guess the adventure with Josiah and the bathtub yesterday was just a precursor to the fun that was to come. How was I to know? How was he to know? How was anyone to know, really? I did say often times challenges come and most often they come on suddenly. I just figured we had already had enough fun for one day. I was wrong.

Last night was horrendous. For some unknown reason Josiah began to scream out at bed time. And I mean SCREAM. These weren’t, I want a drink, I’m trying to avoid going to bed screams. These were full throttle, I’m terrified of something screams.

It’s All a Matter of Perspective

By Sandy on February 29, 2012

Every so often life becomes challenging. Quite challenging actually. Often it happens in a moments notice. That’s when I count my blessings. That’s when I’m most grateful. Sounds strange doesn’t it? It’s probably a coping mechanism of some sort. But, for me, it works.

Tonight, Josiah needed a bath. I guess it had been too long in between bathroom breaks. His jeans had sprung a wet spot. Apparently, they began to absorb what his pull-up no longer could. As soon as I noticed, I whisked the boy into the bathroom. While he sat, I filled the large tub in our master bathroom with warm water. It takes quite a while for the tub to fill. So, Josiah sat for a while, waiting.