Tuesday, February 23, 2010

There comes a point when you just have to laugh or you'll cry

Ever since he had a few sips of thin liquids yesterday, Benjamin has not stopped coughing.

He won't drink even thickened milk.

He screams and thrashes and cries BIG tears when I feed him yogurt or anything of a wet consistency.

The doctor says to keep him on thickened liquids for now. She thinks it is most likely his reflux, but is hesitant to prescribe him another medicine until he sees the GI doctor on March 8.

However, I was able to get him in with another GI doctor on March 4. This one is closer and highly recommended. So we have one week and two days.

But because B won't stop coughing (and he needs an ear recheck anyway), he and I are headed back to the pediatrician tomorrow.

We were just there last Friday.

And the Friday before that.

And the Wednesday before that.

Oh, and about an hour ago.

Because I took Andrew back in and he has his very first ear infection.

And to top it all off, Matthew is out of town.

And I spilled an entire Sonic Route 44 cherry limeade all over my van floorboard, which is now purple. After I did it, I pulled over into a parking lot to try and clean it up. Andrew was in the back, sipping on his blue coconut slush (which thankfully he did not spill). I was trying to get all the ice and limes up, I told Andrew that I spilled my drink and I thought I might cry about it.

Me--"Can I cry about it? Would that be okay?"

Andrew--"No, don't cry."

Me--"Why?"

Andrew--"Because it's okay. You can just go get another one."

So I did.

Right after I realized the irony that I was cleaning up a purple mess in my van while in the parking lot of Eye Ear Optical.

Yep. That's right.

The Purple Store.

There comes a point when you just have to laugh or you'll cry.

13 comments:

Todd and Courtney said...

oh I would have cried. You poor thing! You & Matthew should escape for the weekend :)

Allison Tate said...

I thought Cherry Limeades were red? LOL. I did that once with a strawberry limeade and it went all in my Louie Vutton. Hope the boys get better.

Laurie said...

Aww...: (
Sending big hugs, my friend. Hang in there.
xo

Courtney said...

I totally would have cried about it. Hope things turn around quickly for you! :)

Shannon said...

oh angela, you are really not having a good week are you?? i think we have all been there when it seems like nothing is going right... hang in there!!!

be happy you have a sonic... i hear about it all the time, but there isn't one anywhere near me. i have sonic envy...

big hugs to you!!!!

JILL said...

Break out the Buffet! "If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane!"

Tina said...

I was feeling your pain and then you made me really laugh when you mentioned the Purple Store. That's a good one! Thanks, I needed a good laugh! :)

count it all joy said...

Oh Angela, I would have cried and then chucked a tantrum and then cried some more! You have more grace than anyone I know.

This is what a friend of mine would call a "Chicken Soup Situation". She's Jewish and holds a firm belief that just about everything can be cured with Chicken and Matzo Ball soup. If I lived near you, I'd make it and then come and do your folding. Since, I'm the other side of the world, I'll send up an "arrow" prayer instead. Meredy xo.

Julie Julie Bo Boolie said...

{{{hugs}}}}

Heather said...

I'll cry for you, since that's all I seem to do these days.

I got your text and wanted to congratulate Andrew on his first ear infection! Welcome to the club, buddy.

When I had reflux really bad as a pregnant woman, it made me feel like I was choking and suffocating. I wonder if that's why Benjamin is screaming, the pain but also the fear? It's kinda terrifying sometimes.

Hang in there. Things get better. Right? Right?

Branton Family said...

I'm so sorry...hang in there. I wish I had more words...

Kellye said...

I love Andrew's perspective! And I think that is how God speaks to us in those times to remind us how simple it all is even in the midst of our crash and burn days!

Monica said...

Angela, One of our mutual BZ buddies sent me to your blog the day you had a link to Nella's birth story. Thank you so much for that. It moved me in ways I can't even begin to describe. I have poured over the other entries in that blog...it's addicting! I wanted to share this poem with you in case you didn't get a chance to get to that part of her blog. (Your life is a tad hectic these days! ;) ) I hope you like this, and I hope it gives you some inspiration too. Good Luck in the next couple of weeks!
Monica (Mikayla's Mom from BZ)

WELCOME TO HOLLAND
by
Emily Perl Kingsley.

c1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."

"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.

But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.