Quick Update

I just had a holter monitor put on 3 hours ago. It's supposed to be a 48 hour test. I don't know if I can do it. It is driving me absolutely NUTS!!!!!

Dylan's Psych Eval. is tomorrow afternoon. I almost cannot wait!!!

My brother Kevin and his wife, Alyssa are flying in on Wednesday for Thanksgiving. I really cannot wait!!!

I don't have to work till Friday. HALLELUJAH!!!

Not uplifting, but rather a confession...

To those of you who know me, know this already. To the rest of you, I'm going to make you loose respect for me...instantly. Ready!?!

I'm not a nurse, not a BSRN, not a RN, not a LPN. I have my CNA. I am a nurse extender, health unit coordinator. (Most recently at work, I consider myself 'pond scum'.) When people ask what I do, I say something that I hope holds some regard without mis-leading people. I tell them I'm a tech on Labor and Delivery. I work 99% of the time on Labor and 1% of the time on Post-Partum. As my husband would say, I'm the paper pusher, which pretty much sums it up. I do charts and transcribe orders. I bill patients and stock rooms. I am not to leave my desk (a rule I break as much as I can) and of course the phone is my BFF. I am a glorified secretary. Even our housekeeper has told me (on MULTIPLE occasions) that she would have to take a pay cut to have my job. Thus....pond scum.
I really love patient care. I so appreciate when a nurse will let me help with the routine of a newborn assessment. I love to help clean off the new comer or take a temp. I know you'll think I'm crazy, but sometimes I even enjoy helping a mom push, counting to 10. Don't need a degree for that one.
I don't know what it is that got me dreaming or even thinking that I could become a nurse, but a few months ago I enrolled in an Anatomy & Physiology course thru continuing education. Its meant to be a 2 semester class, but I'm not sure I'll take the second half. Other than financial expenses, I don't want to subject myself to further self-humiliation. I (with about 2-3 weeks to go) have a grade that NO ONE in any nursing program would look at. And thus, quickly wraps up the hope of becoming anything more than pond scum. Don't get me wrong. I've quite enjoyed that class, and I'd like to think that I have learned something despite what my scores say. Jeff has not been too helpful. He just tells me that 'I must not want it bad enough.' And perhaps he's right. But, I've wanted to be a nurse longer than what I can remember. (If your spouse has a goal and take steps toward it, I hope you NEVER tell them that they must not want it bad enough.....)
And now I need to apologize. I'm truly and sincerely sorry, if I have ever lied to or led you to believe that I was ever more than what I am, because I'm not. Please understand that there has always seemed to be a sense of respect that came, when people thought I was a nurse. It's like they instantly trust you or hold you in higher esteem because you would have the RN behind your name. You may think that this is not so... but it is. I don't know how many times, I'll walk into a patients room to silence an alarm or help in some way, and they want to start asking medically based questions. I'll stop them and explain that I'm not a nurse. Their face will change. And even though I am a stranger to them, I have just disappointed them, lost any previous respect in a heartbeat.
There....how do you like me now !?!

Now Jared, Poor Dude!!!

Jared was diagnosed yesterday with brochitis. (If you're wondering why we haven't invited you over lately, we didn't want to get your kids sick!!) We spent an hour at the doctors, an hour at Valley Medical Shoppe getting a nebulizer, and an hour at Wal-Mart waiting for the Albuterol, Pulmicort, Prednisone, and some cough syrup with codiene. (Yeah for Jared!!!)

Well, this morning he comes into our room just after 4AM, wheezing and working hard to breathe. I did a breathing treatment and it didn't really do anything so we loaded up and went to the ER. Poor kid...got a racine treatment, and some Pediasone. He was so irritable, he fought me til he went to sleep. We got home just after 7, just in time to put Dylan and Taylor on the school bus. Then we ALL went back to bed till 11AM. Yeah for sleep!!!! Not so good for anything that I wanted to get done today. Sorry ya'll, some day soon, I really will try to post something positive!!! Thnx.

I'll try to make this quick...

Who knows what can be unleashed when I come to post on my blog...

Last Thursday, Jeff and I had tickets to go see the Bar J Wranglers, a popular local attraction just outside Jackson, WY. They were coming to Rigby and never having seen them and always wanting to, I got us tickets. Well Thursday came and I was all set, I had the babysitters lined up and everything was ready to go, except Dylan that is.

I took Dylan to speech like we do every Thursday except this was waayy different. We walked in and I saw a side of Dylan I had NEVER seen before. He began yelling and screaming hysterically, he folded his pouty arms and rolled up into the fetal position. Matt, his speech therapist that Dylan usually loves and adores, came out to see what was wrong. Matt told Dylan that if he wanted to Dylan could knock on the door and they could start speech whenever Dylan was ready. Well, Dylan didn't move, fingers in ears, fetal position, did not move. Until a moment later, Dylan leaped out of the chair, went to Matt's door, threw the door open, and SCREAMED at Matt. (I was deaf for a few minutes after that.) Well....knowing that speech was really not going to happen, I somehow got Dylan back out to the van and we rolled away. I knew that I could not leave Dylan with a babysitter, no matter how good they were. I called Jeff and told him to find someone else to go with, called the sitters and cancelled with them.

I've had a hunch for awhile that he might have autism, what I've seen in the last two weeks really has me questioning it. So he has an appointment for an evaluation on November 25th, which really CANNOT come soon enough. It seems like everyday we have reports from school of him spitting or scratching someone or some other tough behavior. Dylan is really an affectionate kid who just seems to be in between a rock and a hard spot right now. My heart aches for my little boy and I don't feel like I'm doing enough for him.

He pediatric neurologist called me yesterday with his EEG results. (Tell me if you understand this...) Dylan didn't have any seizures while we were there, but has the potential to have seizures. (WHAT!?!) He can't put Dylan on any meds because nothing is definitive, but he might be seizing when we don't know it. WOW, that was worth it. And for some reason, we are taking a 'wait and see' approach. Whatever.....

We also learned yesterday that Jared will need another set of tubes in his ears because his right one is not working and is fairly deaf on the right side. His adenoids will also be taken out in case they are what is causing blockage.

I guess that about sums it up for us.....

Photo update

This is Dylan during his 23 hour EEG. He is talking on the phone to Taylor. The part I remember best is when he said "I wuv and miss you Taylor!!" What a good brother.....

This is the computer he was hooked up to with the camera on top to watch him and how he looked as it correlated to his brain waves. As of today, no results yet.

Dylan for Halloween was Woody from Toy Story with his horse Bullseye. Second year in a row but if he doesn't care, why should I!?!

Taylor was Supergirl. Thank you to the Beagleys for letting us borrow this (Many Many Thank Yous!!!) She loved it and was so cute!!

Jared was a zebra. Its a heavy jacket with the zebra hood. I think all of the kids have used this at one time or another for Halloween.

Catching the first door, Grandma & Grandpa's door!!!

Tagged

This is from a tag from Melody. This tag has you post the 6th picture in your 6th folder.

This is just from a few months ago. None of my kids liked pacifiers. Jared finally decided to try one out.

I now tag:

1.Stacey

2.Amber

3.Amanda

4.Tiffany

5.Adele

6.Lexi