February 2, 2012

Hi everyone, above is a picture of Charlotte in the cardiology office with her new friend the "RRROOOAARRING" Tony the Tiger Flashlight.  She befriended him today along with three suckers, some Dora stickers, a 24 hour holter monitor, and a GIANT and adorable Great Dane whose name is escaping me at the moment.  All of these collected during her clinic visit with Dr. L'ecuyer because she was AMAZING during her echo!!!  She wanted to get upset a couple of times but choked down the tears, and concentrated on our angry birds game instead:)  I know I'm going to pay for that 15 minutes of holding my tablet above her head, my arms were burning, lol..

Her echo was unchanged which means her heart function didn't improve but it also didn't get any worse so we for sanity purposes take the status quo and check it off as a good appointment.  I suppose it should be viewed as a 'stellar' appointment and all of you can cheer it that way, I always hold a little more hope than I should, especially as we had practically doubled her carvedilol at her heart cath three months ago.  I guess I thought we'd see some miraculous improvement that only the catholic church could explain as a work of God but we'll take what we can get:)

She hadn't grown any since her last appointment which was also somewhat disturbing to me but Dr. L'ecuyer isn't concerned as of right now.  I love the things we say to make ourselves feel that everything is safe, she is after all a three year old with a diet of some of the most unhealthy foods ever developed and has been sick for a week and barely eating so that MUST be the reason.  Toddlers growth starts to slow down a little too so they aren't quite on the curve hiatus that they are when they are babies.  I don't need a scale to tell me she hasn't gained weight because I am so in tune to her body mass that I can feel it when she's lost an ounce, so nothing surprising there.

She was awesome today, that's all I have to say, about all of my kids.  They are awesome!!  Charlotte waltzed into that clinic today and played her games on the cool computers they have in the waiting room like she always does.  She colored the cow picture, she played some Luxor and putt putt golf.  I signed us in and took my seat in my usual chair until she needed my help and I knelt down next to the purple chair that she ALWAYS sits in while playing.  I said Hi to our friends at the desk, I smiled at the other parents in the waiting room, it's the same smile we always give to each other, strangers but strangers who smile one of nerves, hope, love, fear, and every other emotion that only you and them understand.  The smile that if you could just be yourself, in the life of a heart parent (or any other special needs child I imagine) you'd wear all of the time but you don't because no one would want to be around you ever, lol. 

She stood on the scale, got her height, blood pressure and collected her first sucker and Dora stickers with a smile on her face and quiet voice talking to our nurse.  She saw Dr. L'ecuyer in the hallway and without hesitation went right up to him, they chatted for a minute and then we waited to be moved to the echo room.  It's quiet and dark in there and she layed on the table, I held the tablet and she loved our tech's Curious George Scrub shirt.  I'm going to have to buy me one of those when I work there someday, the kids love it.  She was a champ with only a few whimpers throughout, mainly when they get to her neck, she hates that part.  When done the tech gave her the RRROOAARRINNG tony the tiger flashlight, two suckers and we went back to our room to wait for Dr. L'ecuyer. 

The funny part was a little boy who might have been a transplant patient also received a RRROOOAAARRIINNGG tony the tiger and to hear them both going off in the office made me laugh.  He was probably four and Charlotte checked him out immediately when she saw he had the same toy, insta friend to her.  So Dr. L'ecuyer came in we chatted about all of my questions, echo was unchanged, meds stay the same, yada yada, listen to Charlotte, feel her liver, bloodwork run down, heart cath run down, some nursing/doctor shop talk, fitted her with her holter monitor and we were outta there.  Although, back up,, he is leaving for a month which has me worried.  He said he'd be back, but please if you would add him to your prayer lists next to Charlotte.  After all he is a very big reason she is still here with us all, I hate to think of him struggling with something healthwise of his own, he's too important to us.  He deserves to be well, oh wait does ANYONE I know deserve what they deal with, NO they don't.  Just please pray for him. 

We met the Great Dane downstairs in the entrance of the hospital and Charlotte immediately fell in love.  I noticed when I got home from school and went to give her a kiss in bed that she now along with 25 Barbies is sharing her bed with four small stuffed dogs that had to be tucked in right next to her.  lol.  I can't wait to get a dog one of these days, I'd love a Great Dane.  A dog that's going to survive this house needs to be that BIG ;)  lol. 

So all in all it was a good day, it was a great day actually.  Charlotte and I walked to the elevator in the parking garage and once inside she said "it was a good day" (while jittering about, one of the topics discussed about her health today), to which I replied "it was a good day, you got 3 suckers, Dora stickers, a new Tiger flashlight, your holter 'necklace', and to pet and love on a Great Dane", we slapped high five as the elevator rose and she was all smiles.  I started to cry...



I continued to cry as we left the parking garage, so much so that I accidentally went up a level when I meant to go down.  I know it doesn't make sense, why would I be crying, but I cry every time I leave that hospital with her and don't have to stay.  I have been called 'emotional' more times in the last few months than I care to share.  It's true, I am emotional.  I can walk through life and put on a front most of the time but yes, this is emotional for me.  My life is emotional, every triumph my kids have whether it's Alaina getting an 'A' on a project, or rehearsing lines when she thinks I can't hear for her play.  Jacob's obsession right now with killing aliens on the xbox game Halo and the funny practical maturity of things he says lately as if we're all stupid.  When he shows me he's kicking butt on math tests, or doing his reading/homework at my kitchen table.  Alaina's interests and excitement for the books she reads.  Whatever it is, good or bad, I am emotional about it.  I miss them, I was like a mad crazy insane person the last month between this CNA program, my class at OCC, feeling guilty about not being there for ANYONE ELSE, and just continued, constant worry about Charlotte.  I can't control life, and I come from a family of control freaks, it's part of my genetic makeup and yet I can't control a damn thing and some of the time I can let go too completely.  It's like I'm always searching for balance (yes, LIBRA I AM )and with this new life raising a sick child it's tough to find balance..  At any moment someone I love or care about could be taken from me and well, all of you play a part in my life.  So yes, my rose colored glasses have sunk to the bottom of Lake Superior and I will be emotional about my life.  I will cry and love and tell everyone how I feel whether they want to hear it or not. 

Most days I feel like I can't breath, life is passing me by quicker and quicker all of the time.  Hardly ANY of the things I want to do get done around here (yes, my Christmas decorations are still up), and NONE of the things I want to get done for other people happen.  My kids are growing up all of the time and I can't stop them.  I don't know how long I will have them, especially Charlotte.  Life is full of heavy weight on our shoulders. 

Tonight I laid on the floor in the girls room when I got home from school. Jason must have just put them down to bed because when I went to kiss them they were up.  So I just laid on their floor because Charlotte likes to fall asleep that way, looking up at the clouds on the blue ceiling, with the tree I painted overhanging above me.  I looked at my beautiful, vibrant, brave, smart, loving, giving 10 year old in the face which I don't get to do enough of these days and for the first time in quite awhile I felt my breath.  

It was a good day.  I know I don't make knowing me easy on any of you, and I know I rarely give back what you give me.  Thank you though for sticking this out with us.  I love all of you, xoxo YAWN, GOODNIGHT.