Answered Prayers

>Little Logan is perfectly healthy. I am beyond estatic, however, the worn dreary look on my face shows otherwise. Please attribute that to the extreme exhaustion I am feeling from the crazy roller coaster I have been on for the last 3 weeks. I have stepped off and feel amazing, but tired. We are totally rejuvenated. Thank you Jesus for answering all our prayers.

AMEN!!

No Sleep for You!

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Yeah, I totally feel like I had the soup kitchen guy in my head all night as I fretted over the events that are about to take place today. Sure, I slept on and off, but not without dreaming about what would/might happen in Denver today. OMG I am still sick with anxiety over it.

• I am worried they will turn us away and tell me I'm silly
• I am worried they will admit us and Logan will have to be poked and repoked over and over, that they will put a cath in (why?? I dunno), take several more chest xrays and tell me I'm crazy your baby is fine
• I am worried about the drive down, all alone
• I am worried I will be repeating myself over and over and we'll go weeks without answers
• I'm worried they will tell me there is something seriously wrong with Logan and our world will be shattered

I could go on. And I know a few of those are legitimate fears (maybe all of them??). I just HATE HATE HATE that I am going alone. B has to work. He HAS to! We cannot afford for him to not work and unless something crazy happens in Denver, he will not be coming down. Ouch. Just throw a little salt in the wound already. Thankfully, I have family in Denver, including Bs mom and she promised to meet me if they admit us. Honestly, I want them to admit us. I don't know how they will figure anything out without admitting us.

Has anyone had a baby in the hospital outside of the newborn NICU? I just have no idea what to expect. I know this hospital is one of the best in the country. It was recently renovated and everyone I know who has been there or taken a child there has had top notch care and attention. I'm just freaking out inside. I feel too young to be taking my child to the hospital for an unknown issue. I don't feel adult enough to handle this. I feel like my mom should be the one coming with me, talking to all the doctors, taking all the notes and telling me everything will be okay. But it's not like that at all. I am the mom now and I am on my own, taking my own notes, wishing and waiting for answers and being the strong hold for Logan. Wow, what a realization. I hope none of you have to ever go through anything like this. I will update later. Oh and in case you didn't notice, I have not even taken Logan's 7 month pics with his monkey...maybe we'll do that after our bath and before we leave.

It's Time

>Tomorrow morning I will be calling Logan's doctor and asking for an immediate referral to Denver Children's hospital. I will have them send all of his 56 pages of history to the pediatric immunologist so that we can finally get some answers. I will be packing an overnight bag, just in case, for both of us. All his favorite toys, food and general necessities. And then, I will update when I can.

7 Months Old

>Yesterday, Logan turned 7 months old and all I could think was, "wow...have you really had a fever almost every day for 3 months now?" Super negative, I know. Our Labor Day weekend was lovely. We spent time in Denver with family and it was nice to just get away from all of the doctors and poking and prodding. Logan's little arms were so bruised from his blood draws, I was in tears. He did not seem to notice, though, once all the poking was over with.

We ate a ton of food, went to the zoo, went to a bar...it was all very fun. The night we went to the bar we walked there from my mother in laws house. Now, before you go asking, the answer is yes, I was intoxicated. The other answer is yes, it would have happened regardless as to whether or not I had been drinking. Seriously, bare with me here.

As we trecked our way to the bar through a field we were all unfamiliar with, I managed to step off the road to head down a hill only to find myself 6 feet deep in a ditch. It was dark and there was very little lighting so that is why this could have happened to anyone. Did I get hurt? Yes. My entire right thigh is scrapped and bruised up. I banged the heck out of my left shin and ankle and over the last few days, my right shoulder muscle has been giving me hell. Not to mention that only two days later I slipped on the kitchen floor at work and fell flat on my ass. OMG. I need a bubble.

Logan loved the zoo. He loved seeing all the people and animals, sights and sounds. We bought him a super cute bucket hat with zoo animals on it. The Denver Zoo has several new babies, including three tiger tubs, two baby giraffs, cheetah cubs, and much more.

So what is Mr. Logan up to these days?

• Army crawling all over the place
• Sitting himself up on his own
• Repositioning himself while sitting
• Demonstrates excellent balance
• Props himself up on his feet (as if to stand up)
• Stomps feet in excitement
• Kicks legs in bath
• Shakes toys in his hands as if to wave
• Plays Peek-a-Boo
• Claps
• Babbles and mimics sounds we make
• Has no teeth yet
• Size 3 diapers
• 6-9 clothes, however, we will be moving up in the next week or so
• Eats 3 meals a day and loves everything except peas
• Eating more people food like breads, spaghetti, fruits and veggies
• Sleeps 10-12 hours a night, rarely waking if only once around 4am
• Wants anything and everything he can't have
• Wants to be wherever he's not (he's on the floor and wants to be in our laps, etc..)
• Loves car rides
• Favorite book is Oh the Thinks you can Think by Dr. Seus
• Loves dancing and listening to music. I play classical music when we are playing together

WOW! Can you believe it? There is much more, but not really worth mentioning here. We are still using cloth diapers and I recently replenished my supply of the disposable liners and OMG what a difference in taking care of poopy diapers has that made! I mean, I had them up for sale on craigslist and now I am glad I never sold them.

We are gearing up for our first family vacation to Michigan in October. It will be Logan's first plane ride and I can't wait!

As for everything else going on with him right now, we are still waiting for a scheduled appointment at National Jewish in Denver to see another Immunologist. He has been having some other tests just to rule things out and so far, he is still a mystery. This is very hard for us, knowing that something is not quite right and even all the professionals he has seen so far are stumpped too. I just pray we get some answers soon.

Dog Lover

>Lets switch things up a bit and talk about something other than my sweet Logan for once (update on him below).



Being that it is Labor Day weekend, here comes a post about how to take care of a sick pup. You will may be having several people over, BBQing and there is bound to be a time your dog is going to sneek something off the table. Take heed, my friends.

We are HUGE dog lovers. We have two, Butte and Tulo. Before Logan, they were totally spoiled. Now, the attention has changed and they have each had their turn in taking the attention away from Logan, whether it was intentional or not. I'm talking about what to do when your dog is sick. We've all been there, laying in bed sound asleep at 2am (it's ALWAYS in the middle of the night) when you begin to hear your dog start making the gagging sound and within seconds, it's over. They have puked all over the floor and you have no idea why.

In the last 5 weeks, both our dogs have had some bout with a tummy bug and it is not easy people. Tulo got a bacterial infection in July that landed us in the vet hospital and out nearly $700. A few weeks ago, Butte ate TWO POUNDS of raw ground beef and it only took 12 hours for that to catch up to her...for 5 days! Both dogs were vomiting and had diahrea and our carpets are ruined, to say the least. So how do you cure this lovely combination of sickness?

First of all, whenever our dogs come down with something, we give it a day to see how they are. Usually, they ate something weird outside and just need 24 hours to let it pass through their system and then it's all good. We did that with Tulo and by day 4, he could not even hold down a sip of water. That is when it's time to go to the vet. Dehydration sets in and you have one sick puppy.

Once you have waited out (and strubbed your floors) for 24 hours and your pup is still sick, you need to take their food away. Fill their bowl with just a half inch of water. Dogs have a tendency to want to drink a ton of water when their bellies are achy but this will back fire and cause them to vomit even more. If your dog can hold down that much water every few hours, then after 12 hours, you can try a few things to help settle the belly.

• Pumpkin: I have a hard time finding this canned veggie outside of Thanksgiving season, but it does wonders on the tummy. Give him a scoop (1 tablespoon) and see how he holds that down. If he has stopped vomiting but is still having diahrea, continue with this tasty treat (trust me, they love it!) once every 4 hours combined with any of the other items listed below.
• Chicken broth: It works for people and it works for dogs. The salt content helps with the dehydration.
• Plain cooked rice: 1/2 cup in their bowl. This is filling and really easy on the tummy.
• Plain cooked chicken: 1/2 cup in bowl, with or without rice. Also easy on the tummy and provides some protien.
• Plain yogurt: 1 scoop (1 tablespoon) in dish. This works just like the pumpkin does.

Now don't go trying all these things at once. Pick one or two and if the vomiting slows down, slowly ween them back into the food. Just a little bit at a time. You want to do any of the above every 4 hours UNTIL they begin to have a solid BM again. This seems like common sense, but there are so many people who have no clue what to do with their pup when they are sick and just rush them off to the vet. This will save you a ton of money. The only reason why we took Tulo in was because he was vomiting water and on day 4 of explosive diahrea. Turned out he had a bacterial infection. Poor guy. It took Butte about 5 days to have a regular BM after eating all that raw meat. Any time your pet eats something like that, you must watch them carefully as raw meat carries so much bacteria. We are still keeping an eye on her that she does not develop any weird infections from the meat. So far so good.

If your dog eats something like chocolate, a deadly poison to them, call your vet. If you have the package the chocolate came it, tell them how much your dog weighs and how much the content of cocoa powder is in the chocolate. Depending on the ratio, you may or may not want to seek a vet. We have a great 24 hour vet hospital that is honest with us. Signs to watch for intoxication are fever, heavy panting, twitching and seizures.

When in doubt, call your vet. You may have no idea what your pet ingested and it is never a bad idea to just call for reassurance. You may have heard that if they eat something funky (like vitamines) to give your dog a sip of hydrogin poroxid to make them vomit. Trust me when I say, DON'T DO THIS! I have done it before to dogs I was sitting for who ate a ton of vitamins and it was miserable. The vet told me that if it is toxic to their body, they will get rid of it.

All in all, I hope this helps. I know it's a gross thing to deal with, but if you love your pets as much as we do, then you know how much it sucks when they are sick.

Happy Labor Day!

Sick Boy

>Mr. Logan is a sick boy. What is he so sick with? Well first of all, he is hardly sick at all. There is just something going on that he cannot kick. I finally got his blood work back from last week and his WBC is high and other things our out of place as well. I don't understand all of it and neither do his doctors. We saw an Immunologist today. She was lovely. She had a flowing Russian accent and smiled sweetly at Logan as she listened to his heart and he played with the turtle on her stethoscope. He was nearing nap time and quite fussy, but none that wavered her inspection of him. We talked about his history (for the 900th time!) and again, came up with very little to go on. I told her I was ready to take Logan to Childrens in Denver and she was supportive. The only clear thing we know is that his little body is trying to fight some kind of infection and it's not doing a very good job at it. This raised flags about his immunity and there are suspicians of an immune difficiancy. I have not utilized Dr. Google yet (actually, I will use mayoclinic.com instead), so I know very little about what that means.

After our appointment I called his doctor and she began the process of putting in a referral for us to Childrens. While I waited for a call back, I took Logan to PVH for more blood draws. The poor kid has bruised arms and I hate that we had to do that again. This time, they will be doing cultures of his blood which will take a few weeks for the results to come back. An hour later I got a call and after much deliberation, the Immunologist and his doctor decided to send us to National Jewish in Denver. Supposidly, the Godfather of Immunology is there and while his bedside manner is terrible, the man is a genious. Hard part is that it will be several weeks before we can get in. Several meaning 3-4 and for us, that is torturous. I am now waiting for a call from National Jewish to set up that visit. So for now, we wait. Logan barely had a fever today, which is the first time it's been like that in an entire WEEK! Praise the Lord! It's hard not to jump to conclusions with all that is going on, but it is clear that not only is Logan a fighter, he is special and unique. It is a terrible feeling hearing someone tell you your baby is less than perfect, but that does not matter when you look into his eyes and he smiles.

Dead and Gone

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**part 1**

I work with seniors. I work with people who have lived through the most incredible changes our country has ever seen. I work with people who's age is 80 something and who play like 8 year olds. I work with people who complain about the food, the wash, the games, the movies, the everythings. I work with people who give hugs freely, share memories, and give unsolicited advice. Nothing is harder than saying goodbye to any one of these people. Not because they moved out, but because they moved on. My heart has never hurt so much in one weeks time. My heart has never seen the kind of pain I saw yesterday, the kind of lifelessness that smokes out a room, the kind of ringing in your ears when you realize that the Queen Bee is not just sleeping deeply, she's sleeping forever. Nothing can prepare you for death except when it is expected. Nothing can prepare you for death when it is the least expected thing, the least expected person and only God knows why it was that time. Only God knows why she was witty and happy, yet tired and slow, the very day before he took her into His arms. Only God knows why I was the one working yesterday, the one who was to see her name show up on my list of those who had not checked in yet, the one who was to knock softly on her door, say her name, hear silence in response and find her there, but gone. Only God knows why it was me. And I have no idea, still, but never has there been a week seen full of trial and shock.

**part 2**

As I shook her arm, shouting her name and thinking "she must be sleeping deeply", I felt a wave wash over me with the simple realization that something was not right. I dialed 911 and as my support arrived to help me, I fell to the floor shaking. The phone was taken from me. I looked up at my manager and he shook his head at me, quietly saying in the most obvious way that she's not with us anymore. I felt my ears get boxed. I felt my chest collapse and I felt my arms and legs go numb. I heard one say, "get her out of here" as I was lifted by my arms and dragged into the hall and then again to the other room. Sobbing and panic do not even come close to how I was reacting. I felt like I was outside of my body watching a movie from above, watching this woman fall apart while another lay lifeless in bed. Finding a friend like that is the single most horrific thing I have ever seen and experienced in my entire life. It was the worst day of my life, to date. I tried to think of something worse, but what is worse than finding a dead body? Nothing. Whether old, young, middle aged, nice, mean...whatever.

**part 3**

I sobbed over my managers shoulder, smearing his collar with masquera, asking him if there really was no pulse. Nothing sank in until the EMTs arrived and I heard one tell the others, "Code Black. Stand down." It was as if she was sitting next to me and a peace finally came over me. No, not peace, but a presence. I felt her leave the room through her open patio door and never before had I known that was indeed her spirit's breeze. I sat on her couch and let myself calm down. I left her room after a few minutes and as I headed down the hall back to my desk I saw tears in the eyes of her friends and other employees. An earthquake rocked our world and the ground literally felt uneven. I hugged everyone. No one could believe what had happened and no one could believe I had to be the one to find her. Everyone told me to go take a break and while I knew I needed to eat something, I also knew that taking a break would just throw me back into the panic I was trying so hard to escape. So I sat down and did the best I could to get through the day. I did not do one lick of work but answer phones and greet people with puffy red eyes and a scratchy throat.

**conclusion**

I put myself at risk everyday to find a fallen resident or one like our Queen Bee. There are protocols and I did everything right and at the end of the day, I could not help by feel embarrassed. I also then felt that was quite silly. But until you go through this, you never know how you'll react and what you will do. The fact that I was able to get enough words out to 911 that there was no pulse was in and of itself a feat. I later learned that she had been gone for several hours. The image of her, both smiling at me 3 days earlier as we played bingo together and the look she left in her sleep, will haunt me for a very long time.