David is (do I dare even type it) almost completely potty trained. He went on a poop strike (10 days) so I put him back in diapers and decided he won and was not ready. Two weeks ago he randomly started taking his diaper off and going in the potty all on his own. Although I am not ready for my little one to grow up, I am so ready to be done with diapers, forever (or until Jason or I need them again in our very, very old age).
A couple of nights ago David had just done his business when he called for me "Hey mom come look at this MONSTER poop!" He admires his creations (GI docs would be proud). I applauded the work he had done and went to wipe him. (it wasn't big, just a lot and it looked pretty soft) As I threw the toilet paper in the toilet and began to flush simultaneously, he yelled "no not yet!" It was too late his glorious monster began to swirl down the drain. He was so angry at me, his face turned red and he screamed and screamed. His head spun around three times and snakes began shooting out of his eyes (ok that might be a bit dramatic but I seriously began to wonder if an exorcism was in order).
He was still sitting on the throne at this point so I went in and ever so gently wiped him clean so we could move the tantrum to a safer location. I looked in the toilet and saw blood on the paper. I felt my knees getting a bit weak. I wiped again, more blood. I coaxed him off of the toilet and had him bend over and then I saw it. Part of him was hanging out. It looked like a giant grape was trying to escape from his colon. I kind of freaked. You nurses are probably laughing at me. I had no idea what a hemorrhoid looked like. Luckily it went back inside before I could rush him to the ER. I did go visit his pediatrician today to make sure all was well. She didn't laugh but wasn't very concerned either. If it happens again or his poop gets firm or big then she'll prescribe something but for now he just got so upset he had a hemorrhoid.
I hope I never see another one and thought my first encounter with one would be on myself not my innocent two year old. He didn't complain about it hurting and hasn't complained since but I did learn my lesson to let the boy flush his own poop. (I hope you are not too grossed out and are laughing with me on this one, I had to post it for memory sake)
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Dogs
Two and a half years ago, our beautiful 10 yr old husky began having seizures. We took her to the vet and they gave us meds for her but unfortunately they did not work. It was a quick demise as the seizures got closer and closer together and a little part of her was gone with each one. We had her euthanized on February 10, 2009. She was such a part of the family and we grieved a big loss. God is good and decided to bring us joy in the midst of our grief and David arrived 3 weeks early on February 13, 2009 just three day later.
Fast forward to now. We have 2 new puppies living in our home, an 8 month old border collie/Australian shepherd mix that belongs to my son Josh and a 5 month old black lab that we are training to be a diabetic alert dog for Bekah. 2 nights ago at about 3 AM, Josh came running into my room in a panic saying his dog was having a seizure. It was a long day Saturday as poor Kihembah had 6 more seizures inside of 18 hours. We took her to the vet after the second one where they did blood and bile testing and sent her home. After 3 more seizures much closer together, Jason and Josh took her to the animal hospital.
My heart is aching as this experience is so reminiscent of when we lost our beloved Dakota and I feel so helpless. This is one of those things that I can not protect my son from. His poor little heart is breaking for his puppy.
The boys came home at about midnight last night and had decided to let the vet try giving her meds and observing her all night. If this doesn't work we can't afford to do more for her. We couldn't even afford to do that much but we have generous family that loaned us the money. The vet called this morning and said that Kihembah has not had a seizure in 12 hours and she is responding well to the medication. Thankfully anti-seizure meds for a dog are pretty cheap because she will have to be on them for the rest of her life.
In the midst of all of this stress, Sarah (Bekah's dog) has been my therapy. Most people think of labs as large dogs and for the most part they are. The breeder we went through breeds for scent recognition and size is not his goal. He is meticulous about his breeding protocol and for one reason or another many of his labs have ended up on the small end (50-60lbs full grown). Sarah was the runt of her litter and is still pretty small (24 lbs at 5 months old). She fits on one side of my lap so I can hold a child and the dog at the same time. We have been sitting and rocking and just petting our sweet dog. When Josh came home from the animal hospital he got Sarah and held her and played with her for a bit. I love that our sweet little mini-lab is helping all of us through this. She has a duel purpose indeed =)
This is the most recent photo I have of both of the puppies. They are resting nicely in their crates. Kihembeah is about 36 lbs so you can see that Sarah on the right is a petite little girl. (We love her that way, she has a big spirit and Bekah can pick her up plus she can share my lap with the kids) (the mess in the background is David in a box fort sleeping as well)
Fast forward to now. We have 2 new puppies living in our home, an 8 month old border collie/Australian shepherd mix that belongs to my son Josh and a 5 month old black lab that we are training to be a diabetic alert dog for Bekah. 2 nights ago at about 3 AM, Josh came running into my room in a panic saying his dog was having a seizure. It was a long day Saturday as poor Kihembah had 6 more seizures inside of 18 hours. We took her to the vet after the second one where they did blood and bile testing and sent her home. After 3 more seizures much closer together, Jason and Josh took her to the animal hospital.
My heart is aching as this experience is so reminiscent of when we lost our beloved Dakota and I feel so helpless. This is one of those things that I can not protect my son from. His poor little heart is breaking for his puppy.
The boys came home at about midnight last night and had decided to let the vet try giving her meds and observing her all night. If this doesn't work we can't afford to do more for her. We couldn't even afford to do that much but we have generous family that loaned us the money. The vet called this morning and said that Kihembah has not had a seizure in 12 hours and she is responding well to the medication. Thankfully anti-seizure meds for a dog are pretty cheap because she will have to be on them for the rest of her life.
In the midst of all of this stress, Sarah (Bekah's dog) has been my therapy. Most people think of labs as large dogs and for the most part they are. The breeder we went through breeds for scent recognition and size is not his goal. He is meticulous about his breeding protocol and for one reason or another many of his labs have ended up on the small end (50-60lbs full grown). Sarah was the runt of her litter and is still pretty small (24 lbs at 5 months old). She fits on one side of my lap so I can hold a child and the dog at the same time. We have been sitting and rocking and just petting our sweet dog. When Josh came home from the animal hospital he got Sarah and held her and played with her for a bit. I love that our sweet little mini-lab is helping all of us through this. She has a duel purpose indeed =)
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
a moment of peace
These three (8 month old Kihembah, 5 month old Sarah and 2 yr old David) are all constantly vying for my time and attention. Here they are pictured all sleeping in their own little "forts" (check out David behind the puppy crates) I was putting away groceries from Costco and David decided the boxes would make a great fort. At one point I looked around and said "David, where are you?" I did not see his little shoe poking out of the fort. A little voiced piped up "Nowhere". I love that kid! When I was done putting everything away I peeked inside and he was out like a light =) Last night he was playing with a stick horse and Jason said "I think maybe you need to put your stick away, you are getting a bit crazy with it" David replied matter-of-factly "Daddy, it is NOT a stick, it's a HORSE". (there is actually a stuffed horse head on the end so he has a point) Yes, my life is a bit crazy, but its my life and I love it!! =)
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