MIA, Scariest Night of my Life, and Camping

I have been missing in action for a while here. Not sure why the sudden lack in posting, the good Lord knows we’ve had a lot going on that needs to reported! I guess I’ve just been busy. Yeah, we’ll go with that excuse.
So on to the updates…
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I had the scariest night of my life last week. I’ve posted before about my horrible fear of ghosts – this one far surpasses that. Kinda lengthy, but here goes. Tuesday, May 19, the wonderful lady that keeps Julia called me around 2:00 saying Julia had woke up from her nap screaming in pain. I called the doctor and went to pick her up. When we got to the dr office, I learned that the only dr open was Dr Donna, who was originally Julia’s doctor. I had had her changed to a different doctor about a year and a half ago for several reasons. So Dr Donna Smith tells us that it is just gas, and sends us on our way with a list of things to buy at the drug store. David was out of town, so we were staying with my parents. Around 6:00, we noticed that Julia felt warm. I gave her some Tylenol, but it didn’t help. Julia was not herself at all. She would just lay there and didn’t say a word all evening. I called the dr back and they advised me to take her to the night clinic. Boy am I glad I did.
My exceptional mother, who I thank God for every day, went with me. While I was filling out the paper work, Julia started vomiting. We were sitting in the waiting room and she started jerking. Then, she clinched up her fist, gurgled, and passed out.

She stopped breathing.

Her little nose and lips were turning blue.

I went running through the back of the clinic to find someone to help us. My mom held it together for all of us, as I was a complete mess. I think Julia started breathing again on her own…I don’t really remember. But they were doing all kinds of things to her. She came to, but was still not “there”. She kept going in and out of consciousness. The doctor there called us an ambulance and sent us to the emergency room. Turns out she has a urinary tract infection, and had a seizure due to the spike in fever – so high and so fast. Poor thing had so many people poking her with IVs and blood samples. It was without a doubt the scariest thing I have ever been through. Julia is fine now, thank God. They put her on a pretty strong antibiotic, which she finishes today.

Ummmm, gas? Really? Let's add that one to another list of reasons that I WILL NEVER EVER ALLOW MY CHILD TO SEE DR. DONNA AGAIN.

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On to happier news:
Last weekend we went camping with the parents. It’s kinda become a tradition of ours…we go to the lake and hang out all weekend any opportunity we have! Julia really enjoys it, and loves exploring the campgrounds. Here’s some pictures of our trip =)

Only Me...part 2

So yeah, this morning was just like every other morning. I arrived at work around 8:00, parked in the garage and walked to the building. I got on the elevator with 4 other people, 2 of which were men, so of course they let us ladies on first. I was the first off the elevator when we got to the 4th floor. So I walk to my desk, sit down and work until around 9 when I go into my boss's office for a chat. We chat and then head out to the break room for coffee. As I'm walking out of the office, my boss (and best friend) says "ummmmmm, Becky" and I say "ummmmm, what?".
He then walks over to me and pulls not one, but two knee highs off my shirt. That's right...two knee highs in the perfect X formation had been stuck to the back of my shirt all morning. Now you KNOW those men I got on the elevator with saw it...as did everyone else I came in contact with before 9:00.

Sigh...only me

Easter Pictures

Seems I forgot to do my Easter post. Oops! Easter Sunday was absolutely gorgeous! Julia woke up and discovered the Easter bunny had left her a basket, and she was very excited! We ate dangerous amounts of candy, and then got ready for church. Here's the lovely lady before heading out the door:
We had a lovely sermon at church, and then the teenagers hid eggs for the little kids to find. Julia had a great time, and my heart was warmed by what I saw in the playground: all of the bigger kids obviously found all the eggs before the little kids even got out there good. I could tell the little ones were upset, but then I noticed the older kids taking the eggs out of their baskets and placing them on the ground close to the little ones. I almost cried it was so sweet. I would have never expected them to do something like that. But Julia, and all the other 2 year olds were so happy and just had a blast after that. =)

Thanks a lot, Jules

Sigh...are there no secrets any more? Can no one be trusted?

Last night, Julia woke up screaming at the top of her lungs. Usually, David sleeps (or pretends to) right through the middle of the night wake up calls, but for some reason he got up for this one. I heard him make his way into her room, and then as he got right to her crib, I heard her yell
"NO, I WANT MY REAL DAD"
Geez, thanks a lot Julia. You weren't supposed to say anything.
Hahahahaha I have laughed about that one all day.

Worst-Cousin-Ever Award

And the award goes to...drum roll please...me!!! Ugh. So my little cousin (well, she's not really that little anymore, she's 24) and I have always been close. I mean, we don't hang out much, but we are close. Recently she got admitted into the hospital with the flu, and because she's diabetic, things were a lot worse for her. She ended up having to stay for 5 days. She got merca (is that right?) and it was just bad. Well, I stayed away. I didn't go see her because I was afraid of Julia catching the flu. If it had just been me, I would have been there, but I didn't want Julia to catch that. So I didn't go. Well, I learned tonight that she was very hurt that no one in my family came to see her until yesterday (the day she was discharged). I can't blame her, I would have been hurt too. She said that she didn't blame me for not coming, but I could just tell that she really didn't mean it. She even threw in there that her dad's family were there the day she got admited. And that is bad...cause they are worthless. I simply feel horrible. And I know her mom has got to be mad about it too, because she is very protective of her, and will get upset if anyone hurts her. And I worry so much about not having anybody mad at me. I can't stand the thought of them being upset with me. Ugh!

William Eschenbach

You know, we take things for granted. We always assume there will be tomorrow to tell our children how much we love them and how proud we are to be their parents. I find myself doing that all the time. Well, not so much the telling Julia how much I love her part, but putting off doing stuff with her until tomorrow. She'll want to play or something at night and I'm so busy doing all my social stuff that I tell her "just a minute". Well what if there's not another minute.

Yesterday evening, the local news broke into my television program to report that a little boy in my city was missing. He was only 2 years old and it appears his older sister opened the gate while they were in the back yard playing and he took off. The mom had stepped inside to tend to the infant baby she had. And just like that, he was gone. His back yard backed up to 200 acres of woods, and the Tyger River was only a mile back. They put out a call for volunteers, and my heart was warmed by the number of people that showed up to help the little boy. Over 500 people was the last report I heard. Unfortunately, the emergency personnel only ended up letting 28 people help. They said that having too many people would hender their search efforts. My husband was one of the people that showed up, only to be turned away. But that's not really the point. The crews searched all night long and into this morning.

The local sheriff let us all know that they found little William this morning around 11:30 in the Tyger River. The dogs followed his tracks right up to the river edge. This child, this innocent, precious boy just jumped right in. They found an area not too far away where he had stopped to play. We were all watching the live feed on the internet at work. I just sat there and sobbed. I can't even begin to imagine what this mother is going through. And the little sister that opened the gate. I hope that she doesn't have to carry that guilt around with her as long as she lives. I'm not sure how old she is, so I don't know if this is something that she'll remember the details of. I hope not.

This story breaks my heart. William is the same age as Julia, so this really hit close to home. I can see her doing that...being so carefree, and just knowing that she's untouchable, and that someone will be there to catch her. I pray that God took William's soul before he had to suffer in that water.

So needless to say, I held Julia a little tighter tonight. I didn't get frustrated when she wanted to play while I was trying to Facebook. I held her a little longer when rocking her before bed. I love that little girl with all of my heart.

God bless William and his family.

What Did You Say??

Two year old...it's like another language. Here are some of my favorites from my favorite 2 1/2 year old!!!

"Nanks!" = Thanks

"Bopple" = Apple

"Blanklet" = Blanket

"Excue Me" - Excuse Me

You know, I had a whole list of these prepared in my head. I guess that's what I get for thinking I could remember them!! So hopefully the rest will come back to me, and I'll gladly update :)