We're doing well. Keep heading over to Jen's blog for updates on Amy. The only reason that I am really posting right now is because the one I did before it was a little...unsettling for a hiatus. Anyway, we are doing well.
A huge thank you to so many people who've been praying, sending well wishes, bringing food, watching kids, being at the hospital with Amy...anything and everything we could have hoped to have happen has happened, and we are so grateful. You have all made this time so much easier because of all of the support. I can't say thank you enough.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
complications
Amy has developed some breathing problems and will have to be put on a ventilator. More later.
taking a break
Hi everyone,
Just wanted to let you all know that we'll probably be taking a hiatus until further notice. As most of you are aware, Amy is in the hospital with Guillain-Barre Syndrome (GBS), which is an auto-immune disorder similar to that of Multiple Sclerosis. The good news is, Amy can fully recover from GBS with little to no long term side effects. The bad news is, this process could take weeks or months.
As of right now, she will be in the ICU for a minimum of 5 days and will most likely be in the hospital for the next 2 to 4 weeks.
At any rate, we are all doing well and are surrounded by the love and well wishes of family and friends. Thank you so much for all of the outpouring of love and support, it means a lot to us during this time.
For updates on Amy's progress, head on over to Ninang Jen's Blog. We'll try to post daily notes about how she is doing. Thank you again!
Kevin
Just wanted to let you all know that we'll probably be taking a hiatus until further notice. As most of you are aware, Amy is in the hospital with Guillain-Barre Syndrome (GBS), which is an auto-immune disorder similar to that of Multiple Sclerosis. The good news is, Amy can fully recover from GBS with little to no long term side effects. The bad news is, this process could take weeks or months.
As of right now, she will be in the ICU for a minimum of 5 days and will most likely be in the hospital for the next 2 to 4 weeks.
At any rate, we are all doing well and are surrounded by the love and well wishes of family and friends. Thank you so much for all of the outpouring of love and support, it means a lot to us during this time.
For updates on Amy's progress, head on over to Ninang Jen's Blog. We'll try to post daily notes about how she is doing. Thank you again!
Kevin
Friday, June 5, 2009
caught on camera
A mom will do anything to get her kids to smile. It's nice when your mom is there to document your efforts.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
pool party
It was a hot day in Lewiston. The kids were cranky. We broke out our secret weapon, the wading pool.
It was a little crowded, but everyone had a good time.
Glory thought Kate tasted just delightful.
It was a little crowded, but everyone had a good time.
Glory thought Kate tasted just delightful.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
just another day in paradise
It seemed like an easy plan at the time.
They always do.
Kevin was going out of town for a swim meet and I was headed to Lewiston to stay with Lala for the weekend, timing planned precisely so all the kids would nap. I've pulled it off before and was, in fact, feeling a little smug about the whole thing.
They say pride is the most serious of the seven deadly sins.
Friday morning began with one girl awake at 5 am. Just as I got her back to sleep, her sister woke up, ready to party. I should have seen it as a bad omen.
Kevin and I were rushing around the house, doing last-minute things, tag-teaming the kids, each trying to get on the road on time. We had meant to pack the night before...like organized people sometimes do, but it hadn't happened. I think it's because we're not organized people...or maybe we just like the adventure.
First missing item: the swaddlers. The girls can't nap without them. Some would say that makes them an important item. I'd say my entire mental health depends on them.
Kevin's ride appeared and waited patiently while I scoured the house and Kevin searched the mini-van for these vital items. I found them at the bottom of the laundry, smelling of sour milk and sweet potatoes, and packed them anyway. (No one said they had to be clean for said nap to occur.)
Kevin managed to escape the house and head to the swim meet while I tried to figure out what was still missing (it can be difficult in a house where you sometimes can't find the floor). I packed while Noah entertained the girls with his fire truck sirens. I even managed to get them to nap somewhat together...very necessary to load the car.
Second missing item: wallet. Oh, there it is, under the dining table, riding in the back of a pickup truck. Why didn't I look there first?
Next on the list: van key. Then load up the car, the kids, the bumbos, the crib, the diaper bag, snacks, breast pump and Noah's bike. Easy peasy. Now if I could just find that van key....it was right here, wasn't it?
I called Kevin to see if he knew where I could find it. He did. In his shorts pocket, riding to the Tri-Cities.
My heart sank...actually it did more like a Death Spiral of Doom. The van, the one we bought because we can't fit 3 kids in our Mazda Protege ("Annie"), the only way I could get to Lewiston for the weekend, was out-of-order.
We were stuck. And the thought of spending three nights alone with my three kids made me panic--just a little, even though other mothers everywhere do it all the time.
That panic sent me into MacGyver mode. With some ingenuity and a lot of prayer, we loaded all said items in Annie and squeezed 3 car seats into the back. I woke the girls up from their nap, slathered all of us with sunscreen and maneuvered them into their car seats.
I was driving down the road with one eye closed--the sunscreen had melted into my eye--when I remembered the other reason we had bought the van. The kids can't reach each other.
I think you can guess how the rest of my drive to Lewiston went. (Except for the part when our speakers overheated and we couldn't listen to "We're on our Way" for the 57th time..and the tantrum that followed.)
Fortunately, awaiting me in Lewiston was my mom's friend, Marcia. Wonderful, wonderful Marcia who calmed the crying babies, played outside with Noah, did dishes, and got 1 1/2 babies ready for bed. The rest of the crew (Theresa, Cecilia, and Grace) arrived later with dinner and wine.
All in all, not a bad day. Well, at least, not all bad.
They always do.
Kevin was going out of town for a swim meet and I was headed to Lewiston to stay with Lala for the weekend, timing planned precisely so all the kids would nap. I've pulled it off before and was, in fact, feeling a little smug about the whole thing.
They say pride is the most serious of the seven deadly sins.
Friday morning began with one girl awake at 5 am. Just as I got her back to sleep, her sister woke up, ready to party. I should have seen it as a bad omen.
Kevin and I were rushing around the house, doing last-minute things, tag-teaming the kids, each trying to get on the road on time. We had meant to pack the night before...like organized people sometimes do, but it hadn't happened. I think it's because we're not organized people...or maybe we just like the adventure.
First missing item: the swaddlers. The girls can't nap without them. Some would say that makes them an important item. I'd say my entire mental health depends on them.
Kevin's ride appeared and waited patiently while I scoured the house and Kevin searched the mini-van for these vital items. I found them at the bottom of the laundry, smelling of sour milk and sweet potatoes, and packed them anyway. (No one said they had to be clean for said nap to occur.)
Kevin managed to escape the house and head to the swim meet while I tried to figure out what was still missing (it can be difficult in a house where you sometimes can't find the floor). I packed while Noah entertained the girls with his fire truck sirens. I even managed to get them to nap somewhat together...very necessary to load the car.
Second missing item: wallet. Oh, there it is, under the dining table, riding in the back of a pickup truck. Why didn't I look there first?
Next on the list: van key. Then load up the car, the kids, the bumbos, the crib, the diaper bag, snacks, breast pump and Noah's bike. Easy peasy. Now if I could just find that van key....it was right here, wasn't it?
I called Kevin to see if he knew where I could find it. He did. In his shorts pocket, riding to the Tri-Cities.
My heart sank...actually it did more like a Death Spiral of Doom. The van, the one we bought because we can't fit 3 kids in our Mazda Protege ("Annie"), the only way I could get to Lewiston for the weekend, was out-of-order.
We were stuck. And the thought of spending three nights alone with my three kids made me panic--just a little, even though other mothers everywhere do it all the time.
That panic sent me into MacGyver mode. With some ingenuity and a lot of prayer, we loaded all said items in Annie and squeezed 3 car seats into the back. I woke the girls up from their nap, slathered all of us with sunscreen and maneuvered them into their car seats.
I was driving down the road with one eye closed--the sunscreen had melted into my eye--when I remembered the other reason we had bought the van. The kids can't reach each other.
I think you can guess how the rest of my drive to Lewiston went. (Except for the part when our speakers overheated and we couldn't listen to "We're on our Way" for the 57th time..and the tantrum that followed.)
Fortunately, awaiting me in Lewiston was my mom's friend, Marcia. Wonderful, wonderful Marcia who calmed the crying babies, played outside with Noah, did dishes, and got 1 1/2 babies ready for bed. The rest of the crew (Theresa, Cecilia, and Grace) arrived later with dinner and wine.
All in all, not a bad day. Well, at least, not all bad.
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