Saturday, January 30, 2010

The Best Toys

I have posted before that the best toys are "No Batteries Required".  It's the truth.

Last night, I  brought home some Snapcubes for the boys.  I had seen that the preschoolers at school were working on patterning with Snapcubes.  I wanted to teach the boys, to keep them up to speed.  No problem.  I no sooner put the cubes on the table with the patterning strips, that the boys (both of them) had done it. 

So much for that.  I went about cooking dinner and the boys continued to play with the Snapcubes.  Jack brought a creation to me.  Look at it and tell me what you think it is:

Yes, a wrench!  I thought it was way better than I could make.  I guess they started a theme, because this was what Josh brought me:
A hammer!  Complete with thingy on the back that removes nails.  And yes, I'm pretty sure the proper name is "thingy on the back that removes nails".  The last creation that they brought me was a present to me:

A cell phone!  The best toys are No Batteries Required.

Losing the Battle

By now, you have heard about our weight loss challenge.  I am trying to lose 12 pounds and Joe is trying to gain 12 pounds. The first week, I lost 2 pounds, and so did Joe. 

After another week, of me cutting out soda (yes, it is possible) and eating more fruit,

with Joe eating more and not working out at all,

I have lost one more pound.  I am pretty happy with myself.  That's a total of 3 pounds in 2 weeks.  At this rate, I will be at my goal by Spring.  I actually just fell below 130; a number I haven't been in 5 years. 

As for Joe, he lost a pound also.  That means he has lost 3 pounds in 2 weeks, when he should be gaining weight.  Joe is down to 145.  Please continue to pray, as he is getting worse and worse and he needs to beef up before he can start his next pill treatment.  If you see him (at Wal-Mart or Home Depot) please don't mention that he looks like he lost weight.  It is very disheartening every time he gets on the scale. 

To Freeze or Not To Freeze

That is the question. 

Let's face it.  Being a working mom is hard work.  I find myself getting home exhausted.  It's about all I can do to get dinner on the table. 

I have found a trick that works well for me.  Prepare many meals on the weekend (or during a snow storm) and freeze them.  This way, I know that I am serving a nutritous meal and it's uber easy.  Oh, and a lot cheaper than take-out!

However, our freezer is small.  I am not complaining because the frig/freezer is a blessing from God.  When we bought the house, there was a very small frig/freezer in the kitchen.  It was also the wrong color.  Two years ago, one of Joe's clients decided to sell her house and gave EVERYTHING in it to us.  EVERYTHING!  We had a huge yard sale and ebay-fest that made our mortgage payment that month.  One of the things that she had was a new-ish, white, water dispenser, ice maker, glass shelves, gallon-sized doors..... frig/freezer.  I love the frig side of it.  However, the freezer side is very, very narrow. 

I have thought of buying a deep freezer for the garage, but not sure.  So, I need your help.  To freeze or not to freeze?  Do you have a freezer?  Does the extra electricity cost outweigh the benefits?  How much did you pay for it?  What features do you like?  Not like?   What brand do you suggest?

Thanks.  If and when we get the freezer, I plan to include links on here for once-a-month cooking and freezer meals. 

Monday, January 25, 2010

Biggest Loser

So, which team are you on?  Team Susan?  Goal: lose 12 pounds.  Team Joe?  Goal: gain 12 pounds.

After one week, we have a Biggest Loser.  Whew!  I cut back on soda.  I thought about cutting back on mochas.  I shoveled snow.  I shoveled some more snow.  Then, I woke up and shoveled even more snow.  To give you a visual, our driveway is double wide and two car lengths long.  I shoveled the entire driveway 5 times last week for a total of 4 feet of wet, icy snow.  My biceps and pecs hurt.  I also took the stationary bike out of the guest room and dusted it off.  I even used it.  All that, I have lost 2 pounds.  I am a big loser.

Joe made changes too.  He tried to eat more.  This was by far the hardest thing for me to watch.  He ate a huge breakfast and TWO lunches everyday!  He tried not to burn too many calories.  He was chivalrous and tried to help shovel a few times, but he got too tired.  He tried to ride the bike too, but he pooped out LONG before I did!  So, did he build muscle?  Did he pack on the pounds?  Did he gain as much as I lost?

Sadly, no.  He lost 2 pounds also.  He is devastated.  We really don't know what it will take for him to gain weight.  We have to be real careful about what he can take and eat.  As I write this, he is in the bathroom, sick.  Losing more weight.  Please pray for him.  He is our Biggest Loser.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

The Latest Snow Pics

Our neighbors house.  To get a sense of scale, look at the front steps.

Joshua playing in the snow.

Pinetop.  How do you even turn in here?

Only a Mom Can Understand

Does your child talk in code?  Does your toddler say things that only you understand?  My kids are like that.  To be honest, I understand every word that comes out of their mouths and I am surprised when others can't understand it.  But, it's because I'm "mom". 

Joshua is my dual-language son.  He is learning more Spanish than Jack and therefore, has an ESL type of speech pattern.  His words are segmented more and he uses more "code" than Jack does.  Either way, it's darn cute.

We have David Crowder's Church Music on our iPod in the car.  The boys really enjoy the "Oh, Happiness" song and we sing it often.  Well, I should say that Jack and I sing "Oh, Happiness".  Joshua, on the other hand, sings "Oh, Happy Mess".  I'll wait until you stop laughing. 

Here's the real funny part.  Josh doesn't refer to it as "Oh, Happiness" or "Oh, Happy Mess".  His name for that song is ................... drum roll please..............."The Clean Up Song".  And I know exactly what he's talking about.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

More Snow Pics

We have been having a BLAST in the snow!  Now, that it finally stopped snowing. 
Yes, these are feet, upside down. 
This is the other end of those feet. 

This is Jack trying to walk on 4 feet snow.  He didn't get very far. 

I first had to dig a tunnel to the truck and then stand on the roof to sweep the snow off the windsheild.

Where the truck "was".  She got out alright.  We love that truck.

Jack's Cute Voice

Jack has a cute voice. You know how kids are. Sometimes they use mixed-up words. Sometimes they don't get all the sounds right. Well, Jack says a "w" sound instead of "l". So, his "yellow" sounds like "yewwow". Cute.

He has a cousin named "Lily", whom he loves. He was playing at McDonald's (before I get any hate mail on this, we have 4 feet of snow and the boys needed to get out and play) and told two girls about his cousin. He told that his cousins name is "weewee".

The girls were laughing. They said that is what we do when we go to the bathroom. "Weewee". Cute. I love kids.

Love Story

It's our anniversary and I thought I would share our love story. I know, you are thinking, "I thought we went to her wedding in the summer." Yes, our WEDDING was in the summer, but we were married earlier. Let me explain.

Way back in 1993, Joe was working for a car dealership in El Paso. A woman was telling him how her son was working and living in Yosemite and how he loved it. Joe decided he wanted to try it. After all, he loved the outdoors. There are so many stories I could lace into this post, but it is about "our love story". Maybe another time. Joe fell in love with the park and stayed.

Fast forward to 2000. I wanted to volunteer as a missionary in Tijuana, Mexico (remember, I was living in San Diego at the time). But the organization never returned my calls. Then I got a letter in the mail from Yosemite saying I was hired and I needed to report to duty on June 1st. I went, but I was only going to stay 2 months. I was still paying rent for my room in SD and I still had my cat and everything down there. Well, I too fell in love with the park, and stayed.

Joe worked at Curry Village and I worked in Security. Joe noticed me on the occasions I went to Curry Village. He had a friend in Security, so he asked her about me. She told him that I was only there for a short while. Never bother, he decided to ask me out to dinner. I knew that I didn't want to get into a relationship, so I said "no" every time he asked. And he asked a number of times. Finally, I decided, "hey, it's a free meal, Susan. Go for it." So I said yes. That dinner changed our lives.

As we sat there, Joe reached over, held my hand, and we prayed for dinner. I knew in that moment that this was the man I was going to marry. But, I couldn't get all caught up in that love stuff, I had a mission. I had to finish college. I just had to finish college before I could get married. I had to graduate with my maiden name. For those of you who don't know me, my father died when I was a baby. That's a whole other story that is bringing tears to my eyes.

So, Joe and I were hiking buddies. We hiked all over Yosemite that summer. Hiking is such a good date. There are no distractions like a movie. It's really cheap. And you get to see something of the other's character. I loved that summer.

But fall came. I had to go back to school. I left and realized what a mistake that was, so within 9 days, I was back. I just transferred universities. Joe changed his schedule so that he was off work on the days I had to go to school. The closest university was 2 hours away, one way. But, Joe would drive me almost every day for 2 years. Love. Again, more time for talking and getting to know each other. After 6 months of friendship, we realized that something had to happen. We couldn't continue to be friends forever. But I was adamant about finishing college before I got caught up in love. We decided to go our separate ways, but it only lasted a week. It was the worst week in my life. God reaffirmed in that week that this was the man I was to marry and He would work out the details.

Six months after that, Joe proposed. It was almost beautiful, storybook, fantasy. Almost. All that summer, Joe had been working up the nerve to propose. He had the ring and was ready, but he just couldn't do it. We went on some gorgeous hikes. We slept on Sentinal Dome in the full moon (I don't suggest it). Our last camping trip of the summer (before I went back to school), was to Twin Lakes in Mammoth. That night we walked along the lakes. We crossed the bridge between the two lakes and looked at the moon on the water. Perfect place to propose. But no. We went back to the tent and went to sleep. Then, at 6 in the morning, when I needed to visit the little girls room, when I had my coke-bottle glasses on, when I had no make-up on, when I had my hair all messed up, when I had morning breath............. Joe proposed. I figure, if he can love me when I look like this, he's a keeper.

We made plans for the wedding to be the following summer. It would be an outdoor wedding, because we are outdoors people. All these plans, all these deposits, but there was a problem.

By January, I was 18 units away from graduating. Up until this time, I had been working full time and going to school on my 2 days off. That's why it took so long. I could have continued working and split up the 18 units into 2 semesters, but that is a whole year, and who hires teachers in January? I wanted to finish in summer, to be right on track with teaching. But, there was NOOOOOOOOOOO way I could continue to work full time, take 18 units, and still drive 2 hours each way.

So, quit your job, you say. It's not that easy in Yosemite. When you quit, you lose your housing... unless you live with someone else who has a higher level housing. Joe had that higher level housing. Ok, so quit, live with Joe, and finish school. We had strong convictions of not living together until we were married. We talked to our pastor about our dilemma and he told us that he could marry us in a small ceremony in January and still do the big ceremony in LA in the summer.

We love Pastor Steve!

So, on January 31st, Joe and I took a hike with our pastor and his wife (the witness). We stopped along a creek and pledged our lives to each other. It was so beautiful. Then my Security unit had a sweet wedding reception for us, in the firehouse.

We played a game show in the firehouse. See if you can guess what this question was.

I went on to finish those 18 units and graduate with honors. Oh, and one other little detail. I never changed my last name, so on June 1st, 2002 Susan Kathleen Bridges graduated. All in tribute to my late father. Finally, on July 20th, 2002, we had our ceremony in front of all of you in LA.

We toasted on goblets from my mom and dad's wedding.

My sister caught the bouquet. Do ya think she was excited?

So you see, our real anniversary is January 31st. This year, it will be 8 years. We have been so blessed and we have never regretted getting married twice. In fact, sometimes we will joke and say "in sickness and in health. for richer or poorer.... I meant it BOTH times".
signed: Susan Kathleen RODRIGUEZ

Never Looking Back

Friday, January 22, 2010

Snow Storm

Swingset in the backyard. Notice that you can't see the swings anymore.
Our street. Notice the mailbox.
Neighbors mailboxes.
Our house.
Front yard.

The kiva in our backyard.
Joe's truck.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

It's Officially On (or Off)

IT is officially on (or off depending on whose team you are on).

Tuesday, I found out that I'm two pounds over the TOP of the "healthy" range for my height. When I met Joe, I was 120 pounds and in the best shape of my life. I hiked Yosemite everyday and rode the Security bike every afternoon for work. Ten years and two pregnancies later, I am 12 pounds heavier. And all this time I had been blaming my dryer for my shrinking clothes.

Wednesday, Joe went to the doctor and found out that he is AT LEAST 12 pounds underweight. The steriods he took all last year did not put his Kidney Disease into remission. He got the stomach flu in December and it actually put him in the hospital. All the weight he lost from that has not come back. To make matters worse, the next course of action for treating his Kidney Disease is to take chemo meds. The chemo meds will make him more vulnerable, hence the doctor wants him to bulk up before we begin that regimen.

So, here we are. I want to lose 12 pounds and Joe wants to gain 12 pounds. It's on!

I have two plans of attack. I will limit my soda intake. Oh, how I love soda. I have tried the diet brands, and they just don't cut it for me. My next plan of attack is to .... cough, cough.............. exercise. Yes, you read that right. Exercise. I won't go over the top, believe me. The stationary bike in the living room is about as far as I will go. But, at least I will go. Or, not go. It is a stationary bike, after all.

Joe will have a harder time. He can't just eat more protein. In fact, more protein makes his kidneys work harder and shorten their lives. He is just going to have to eat more and more often. Seriously, this is just not fair.

I will try to post weekly updates to let you know who is winning the contest. Oh, the contest! I almost forgot to tell you the prize. If I win, I get a $100 shopping spree for new clothes for my svelte new body. If Joe wins, he will get $100 but he doesn't know what he wants to do with it yet. The grand prize is that we will both be healthier. And that's all that matters. That, and a new wardrobe.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

The Skinny on Joe and Jack

Joe and Jack had appointments today. Basically, they are both skinny. Duh, you alraedy knew that. But, did you know how skinny? Jack is in the 20th percentile for his age. Joe weighs less than he has in 20 years. All this on the day after I found out that I am OVERweight by 2 pounds. Not fair.

But, Jack's appointment was not focused on his weight. We were all holding our breath to see if Jack's oxygen levels had returned to "normal". **To catch any latecomers up to speed, Jack was in the hospital 2 weeks ago for a total of 3 days (72 hours). His oxygen was a low 80. The alarm on his oxygen monitor was set to go off anytime he dipped below 85. The doc wanted him at 91 awake. Over the last two weeks, we have been monitoring him at home. He got as low as 73. He was on oxygen a lot! He did well with the tubing and canula up his nose, even in his sleep, but it was starting to hamper his "activeness".

At the doc's office today, Jack tested at 93! Praise God! The oxygen company has been called to come and pick up their equipment. And the doc prescribed daily asthma treatments with an inhaler. We are hoping this will stave off future attacks.

Immediately following that appointment was Joe's appointment with his Kidney Doctor. Although he has monthly appointments, this was sort of his annual exam to see how he has progressed. ***Once again, to catch anyone up to speed, Joe was diagnosed with Kidney Disease December 2008. He was in the hospital 2 days (48 hours). The doctor had put him on a regimen to keep all his levels healthy and to "beef" up his kidney (i.e., Steriods). The steroids did not help.

First, Joe is losing too much weight. He got the stomach flu in December and lost A LOT of weight. He never gained it back. He then got a common cold, and he has not been able to shake that. The doc said his lungs sounded horrible. For those reasons, the doc will not start him on the next course. The next step is chemo meds. However, chemo meds will compromise his immune system and Joe can't take that risk right now. I have full confidence in this doctor and his decisions. The only concern we have is Joe's CDL renewal.

Joe is a truck driver and needs his CDL for his current job. The last time he needed a renewal, Joe was denied because of his kidneys. That was the first we found out about the Kidney problem. The regular doctor agreed to put an amendment on the CDL for 3 months for Joe to find out what was going on. Well, the doctor accidently wrote down the wrong year, and actually gave Joe one year and 3 months. Since then, we have discovered the kidney problem and been treating it. His annual exam is coming up next month. We are asking for prayer that Joe's levels will test healthy enough for him to keep his CDL.

The Cure for Cabin Fever

We have been getting hammered by snow lately and have had a lot of snow days (i.e., lots of time at home). We have read all our books. We have watched all our movies at least 1,000 times (seriously, I lost count after 33 Finding Nemo's). We have re-discovered our Library. There is a plethora of "new" books AND they have movies. FREE. Did I mention FREE? FREE. They also have puzzles and coloring books. Free wifi. There's that free again. Now, if they only had a Starbucks.........

Our town is building a new library. The current library is on the bottom floor of city offices. The new one will be located right across the street. If you look closely, you can see my white mom van in the bottom of the screen. I guess we go to the library more often than I thought. If you look at the tall tower in the middle of the new library, that will be the new fireplace. The new library will have a "living room" setting with couches and a huge stone fireplace and they envision children laying on the floor reading. Seriously, they have not met my children. I envision my children jumping off the couches. I envision my children trying to help stoke the fire. Mind you, my children are not "wild animals", they are just VERY ACTIVE boys. And I am just being honest.

So, as I sit here and type this on yet another snow day, I'm wondering, what do you do to cure Cabin Fever?

Saturday, January 16, 2010

We Need Some Laughter Up in This Place

I was looking through my last few posts, and they aren't much fun. Papa: cancer. Gramps: car accident. Jack: hospital. Laughter is the best medicine.

A public school teacher was arrested today at John F. Kennedy International Airport as he attempted to board a flight while in possession of a ruler, a protractor, a compass, a slide-rule and a calculator. At a morning press conference, the Attorney General said he believes the man is a member of the notorious Al-Gebra movement. He did not identify the man, who has been charged by the FBI with carrying weapons of math instruction.

(official airport x-ray scan)

'Al-Gebra is a problem for us', the Attorney General said. 'They derive solutions by means and extremes, and sometimes go off on tangents in search of absolute values.' They use secret code names like 'X' and 'Y' and refer to themselves as 'unknowns', but we have determined that they belong to a common denominator of the axis of medieval with coordinates in every country. As the Greek philanderer Isosceles used to say, 'There are 3 sides to every triangle'.

When asked to comment on the arrest, President Obama said, 'If God had wanted us to have better weapons of math instruction, he would have given us more fingers and toes.' White House aides told reporters they could not recall a more intelligent or profound statement by the President. It is believed that the Nobel Prize for Physics will follow.

Funny, huh? Do you have any good jokes to share? I could use a good laugh.

Friday, January 15, 2010

My Little Superman

By now, you have heard about our extended hotel (oops, I mean hospital) stay. Jack was finally diagnosed with RSV with Bronchiolitis. Breaking his fever and getting him to eat were the biggest concerns at the hospital. One other concern was his oxygen.

When he entered ER, he was at 82%. Up here on the mountain, we are typically around 95%, give or take. While he was being monitored for 3 days in his hospital room, Jack couldn't keep it above 85%. 85% is the alarm cutoff, and I can't tell you how many times that alarm went off. But, he was on oxygen therapy and that kept him above 90%. The doc wanted him at 91% (or better of course) awake and 88% asleep.

The day we left, Jack was in the 90's, with no oxygen. But, the doc ordered oxygen for home for sleeping. Smart man.

My school nurse lent us a pulse-oxygen meter. I have been checking his oxygen levels everyday. He has been going down. We would sure appreciate your prayers in this matter.

When Jack went to the doc for his hospital follow-up, he was at 86%. The good news is that his lungs were perfectly clear and he tested negative for Kidney Disease (Joe's malady). The doc was concerned and upped the oxygen at night and scheduled another follow-up appointment.

I tested Jack last night and he was 75%. Same result today. He has to stay on his oxygen fulltime now.

Have you ever seen a 3 year old (oops, I mean 4 year old) put his own canula in his nose and put his tubing behind his ears? It's cute and sad at the same time. Cute, in that he is so fiercely independent. cough cough I have no idea where he got that from. cough. Yet, sad to think that this active boy is now tethered to a machine. He might outgrow this problem. The Advair might help. But for now, there is a very active little boy, hooked up to a machine, with a really long tube connected to his nose.

Did I mention it was a long tube? The machine is in their bedroom and he can walk all the way to the living room, and still have slack in the line. He can do some amazing things with it. For one, he can sleep with it. Sleep. With a plastic tube in his nose. Sleep. I would have ripped the thing out of my nose a week ago, but he is a real good sport about it.

Another thing he can do is jump. Oh, I don't mean your run of the mill jump up and down in place. I think only girls do that. Certainly my boys don't do that. Jack has discovered that he can jump from his bed to his brother's bed to the carpet and not land on his tubing. He can also jump from the stepladder to the carpet in the bathroom, without landing on the tile. He's a regular Superman.

And that's just what Jack is: my little Superman. He didn't even flinch when the nurses in ER inserted his IV. He cried a little when they drew blood multiple times (hey, I still cry when they take my blood). And like I said, he has not taken out his canula or tried to turn off his machine. He has taken all this in stride.

So, the next time I see something streak across the living room, perhaps leeping from one couch to the other, it could be a bird, a plane, or ........ my little Superman (with 25 feet of tubing attached to an oxygen machine).

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Four is Two 2's

Jack is now home. Our family is complete again. Four is two 2's.

I want to begin with thanking all of you for your prayers. God healed him when all the doctor's attempts failed. But, I'm getting ahead of myself.

Friday morning was when I wrote the first blog about Jack. I had gone home Thursday night from sheer exhaustion, but I didn't realize how it would feel to leave Jack at the hospital. Our family wasn't complete. We were separated. That felt even worse, so I decided to go back and to not leave again, until Jack was coming home.

Dr. Barela had come to visit Jack before I got there. Jack still had not kept his oxygen levels up, he had not kept his fever down, and he had not eaten. One more day, at least.

All day Friday, Jack was in and out of sleep and not interested in anything. The treatments set forth by the doctor were the same since Wednesday: oxygen mask, breathing treatments every 4 hours, continuous IV, nasal suctioning, Tylenol. At about noon, Pastor Ernie and some men from church came to check on Jack and pray over him.

About three hours later, Jack was a different boy. His fever had come down, his oxygen had come up, he was even sitting up in bed. The nurses said that if he kept it up, he could go home on Saturday. Maybe.

He continued to do well Friday night and had asked to go in the elevators. See, we live in a small mountain town that has one other elevator (at the library). It's very exciting, I guess. The nurses told him that if he ate food, they would disconnect his IV and he could go for a little walk with me in the hospital.

Boy, did he eat! He ate two pieces of bacon, one sausage, and some cantalope. Keep in mind that he had not eaten since Monday. At noon on Saturday morning, they disconnected his IV. And he was such a champ about it. I had already disconnected his oxygen as of early morning. It was basically the first time he had been out of bed since Wednesday and the first time walking since Monday. He was a little dizzy at first.

I had a train in my purse (randomness of being a mom) and that was Jack's therapist. We put it on the floor and turned it on. It's slow pace was our guide. We made it all the way to the elevators, a far way from his room. He wanted to push the buttons. Exciting again. We went up to the top floor and looked out through the windows. We sat on the couch there and just looked. There really is a great view from up there. We could see Show Low Lake. Porter Mountain. The rim. We tried to see our house, but there are too many trees. Next, we took the elevator down to the lobby and looked at the aquariums. Finally, we followed the train back to his room. And, he was hungry when we got back. He ordered a cheeseburger AND chicken nuggets!

We took some cute pics to remember our hospital "vacation" with the webcam. Not even 10 minutes later, we got the news we had been waiting for; Jack could go home! Now, I don't want you to get the idea that the hospital was all bad. The rooms are great. Private. Huge. Flat screen TV. Room service with the touch of a button. And the nurses are outstanding. They were so patient with Jack. So caring. One nurse gave him a book. The business office gave him two toys and some slippers. Another nurse gave him a giraffe. We named him Summit (also the name of the hospital).

Four is two 2's. Friday night, Jack began talking again. He hadn't talked since Monday. All of a sudden, he told me that "four is two 2's". Random. I asked him what he meant by that. He said that "four is two and two" (he doesn't know "plus" yet). I affirmed him and asked how he learned that. He said that our family has four people, two and two. Yes, sweetheart, four is two and two. And our family has one more, God. Thank you Lord for returning my family to me. "Jack" means: God is gracious....... And He is!

Friday, January 8, 2010

The Full Story on Jack and His Health

Ok, no time to be poetic and graceful.

Sunday, Josh had a fever and was out of it. Monday, Jack had a fever and was coughing. He coughed so much, he made himself throw up. I came home from work and immediately got back in the van and took both of them to the walk-in clinic, as our pediatrician was already gone for the day.

While waiting, Joshua threw up. The doc examined both of them and did a Rapid Flu Test to see what was going on. He said the test came back positive and that he was 95% sure they had H1N1. He gave Jack Tamiflu, as we caught Jack early enough. Josh would just have to ride it out. Good thing, because Josh is our healthy one. *Side note: remember the Christmas card I sent this year? See what I mean about a year with no ER?

I stayed home with them on Tuesday. Josh seemed to immediately get better. He was singing and dancing. Jack, on the other hand, was laying on the couch all day, drifting in and out of sleep. He refused to eat or drink anything. When we went to bed, his fever seemed to have broken.

Wednesday, I went to work (Parent Teacher Conferences) and Joe stayed home. Again, Joshua seemed to be the epitome of health, bouncing off the couch again. Jack, again, was listless, and refused to eat/drink. He had gotten so dehydrated that his lips were bleeding. His eyes were bloodshot. Once again, when I got home and saw this, I immediately got back in my van. but this time, I drove Jack straight to the ER.

When we were seen in triage, the lady put Jack on oxygen. His levels were too low. The ER doc ordered xrays. They came back "scratchy". I am thinking that with Jack's history of pneumonia and the scratchy lungs, the doc diagnosed him with pneumonia once again. Ok, well, we have been down that road before and I know how to treat that (twice with myself and once with Jack).

The ER doc was going to send us home at 2am and order an oxygen company to meet me at the house and teach me how to keep Jack on oxygen. I told him that I really wasn't comfortable with that and I would feel more comfortable with a hostpital room and more time with observation. Done.

Turns out that when we walked in to ER 7 hours previously, the nurses could see how sick Jack was they called upstairs to have a room reserved for Jack. Smart women.

It was nice to have our own room and nurses, but there were so many machines and tests and monitors. At about 3am, Jack begged me to snuggle with him on his bed. The nurses said it was ok. I slept about one hour and then a monitor started beeping and that was the end of my sleep.

Our pediatrician came in around 8am and had a lot of questions. He ordered more tests. Most of all, he was confused with the diagnosis of the clinic doc and the ER doc.

When all the results came back, Dr. Barela (our ped) came back from his office. Jack tested NEGATIVE for the flu. NEGATIVE! He said the clinic doc read the results wrong. Dr. Barela said that we haven't had H1N1 on the mountain in months! Arrrrrgg! but, also a relief. He said that Jack's symptoms were not consistent with pneumonia. Test. Result. Positive for RSV. All of a sudden, Jack's room was on quarantine. I shouldn't leave the room, not that I had.

Dr. Barela said that Jack could have gone home yesterday evening if he had stable vitals. He still can't keep his oxygen up. He can't keep his fever down consistently. And he still has not eaten since Monday. Please pray.

where Glory meets my suffering