Wednesday, January 30, 2013

It's a Showdown

Well folks, here it is. I am coming out with a certain addiction that I have, and that is....
watching shows.
NOT to be mistaken for television. I hate the TV. I hate watching anything on cable unless it's the news or Ellen. If we had DVR, then that would be another thing! These shows are via Netflix or the ABC and PBS apps on my iPad.

If I could get paid for the amount of tube watching that I do, then I'd make a very respectable income. Too bad, so sad! Here's my run down for the following shows that I have had the privilege of watching in the past year (predominantly during nap times and after the little one is in bed). They are in no particular order.

 This was, and still is, a hit. When people ask me why I like watching what seems like "an old lady show," I can only tell them..."Just try more than just the first episode and you will be hooked." True? Mark hasn't seen this but he knows alllll about it. I cried and cried in the latest episode and sent Mark a text saying that I love him to which he didn't reply, but came to my rescue at home and spent lunchtime with me. Presh. That's all I will say about that. 

 Glee is a bust. I kinda-sorta liked the first season, and parts of the second, but I canNOT get through this third season. You know that feeling when you start watching something you just have to finish it, even if you don't enjoy it? That's what I'm going through with Glee. I end up fast-forwarding half of each episode, whether for too much teenage sexuality (= 40% of the show...), for over-the-top cheese that I'm just not in the mood for, OR for badly done songs. I still really like a bunch of the songs, but I'm always skipping some too. . I would never allow my teenagers to watch it. I'll probably drop this show altogether.

Some of you will really judge me for seeing this show! I can't believe I watched it. It sure taught me a lot about the business of illegal drugs, money laundering, extermination techniques, what big campers are really used for, and that you can't judge a book by its cover! Isn't the knowledge valuable? I still need to watch the current (last) season. I will when it comes on Netflix. Mark and I found ourselves staying up really late watching more and more episodes because some end really terribly. But somehow I couldn't stop watching! It's by far the craziest show that I've ever seen. There are parts in the show that must must must be skipped. It's no wonder that I'd have nightmares after some of those episodes. If you have a strong stomach and love thrilling, dangerous shows, this is for you. I would never allow my teenagers to watch this one either. 
Ahh, Modern Family. I love this show. I have only gotten to the beginning episodes of season 2. Cam and Mitchell are the only same-sex couple that Mark has ever been able to stand. Mark especially loves my (wannabe)impressions of Gloria. This is a "couple's favorite" for us.

Nashville. I started watching this show because of Connie Britton. I just loved her on Friday Night Lights and so I figured I would try this show out. I like it. I don't love it, but I watch it every Thursday in the background while I'm doing dishes or folding laundry. It's not one that you have to pay super close attention to know what is going on. Hayden Panettiere drives me a little bonkers but she's decent. I love their costar "Scarlett." Her voice is amazing and I would rather listen to her sing every song but I have a feeling that's what is coming in the future....we'll see. 

O.M.G....I've heard that this show is amazing for years and years and years and didn't get the courage to start it (NINE SEASONS, PEOPLE), until last night with Mark. We are hooked. We watched three episodes last night and sacrificed an hour of precious precious sleep for it. It's that good. I like it because it has just enough drama without being over-bearing, and I love Ellen Pompeo who plays Meredith Grey. I love the egos and the politics involved in medicine. I'm excited to watch more tonight. 

Oh, the Bachelor. Another one of those "I watch it because why wouldn't I?" and not "I watch it because I love it more than life". Those statements are terrible examples...but do you get my drift? I guess I watch it because of the same reason everyone watches it: it's entertaining. The drama, the dates, the music...part of me throws up, the other part of me gets really into it. Plus, I like Sean. He's cute!

I haven't seen Parenthood in awhile, and I may have blogged about it before. It's one that I took to right when Noah was born and would sleep all day long. I really like this show and the real life problems each family goes through. It's entertaining, more realistic-ishhh, with family drama. It's good. I'm excited to see the next season when it's on Netflix.

I have this love-hate relationship with Arrested Development. It's one of those shows that I watch when I can't find anything else to watch. It's funny, it really is, but each episode has like 100 one-liners and that can get old after awhile. It's so ridiculous, not realistic at all, but I LOL every now and then...this is also a show that Mark is willing to watch with me. 

As far as shows that Mark is completely AGAINST watching with me, this is one of them. I had a major Gossip Girl marathon a few months ago and that's all I would watch. It's a good one! Again, I'd never let my teenagers watch this (seriously, them drinking cocktails at a bar when they're supposedly freshmen in high school? joke!). It took me to another world for an hour a day and I loved every season. 

I may have seen even more than these but I can't think of them at the moment. I'm enjoying having just one kid right now, because once I have two, it will be impossible to watch shows like I do now!
What shows do you like and why??

Sunday, January 6, 2013

December 1-4, 2012

Within 24 hours of being home from Mexico, Noah was pukey again. It seriously broke our hearts. He would just cry and whine and get frustrated alllll dayyyy and I literally ran out of things to do for him. We tried rectal washes, we did Doterra oils all over him, we fed him probiotics, sipped electrolyte drinks, we put him on a rice, bread, apple sauce diet. To top it off, he had a bloody diaper rash again from all the diarrhea. I was at my wit's end, and frankly so was Noah. I could just tell that he wanted to be better soo badly. He'd give me smiles here and there and we'd play with his toys and those little moments brought some relief. I pled with Heavenly Father to please give my innocent, perfect baby a break. Then I got thinking that I totally took the healthy days for granted. I still need to remember to get on my knees and specifically thank Him for that. 

 Puke everywhere, every day! So sad! 
 See how skinny he is?
 I loved all of our cuddling but boy oh boy we were all wiped out!

 We got home on a Saturday night. On Monday, I was back at the doctor's office, wanting some answers. Of course when we got there he was crawling all over the place and seemed okay. The doctor  mentioned doing an x-ray of his stomach. To this day I could just slap myself because I said no! I can't believe I said no. We decided that we'd see how he did the rest of the week before coming in again. He never had a fever, but the throwing up continued. I think his diarrhea was touch and go that week, but at any rate, he was getting worse, not better. On Saturday morning we took him in to the doctor and he was extremely lethargic. He had lost TWO POUNDS since that Monday. We were sent to Utah Valley to get IV fluids going since he was so dehydrated. 

Waiting to get the IV put in :(

No fun at all!

Hoping that Panda makes him feel better!

We were there for four days. 

For the first couple of days, since we were there on a weekend, we didn't get a surgeon to come see him. The PEDS unit only had one resident doctor. He was nice and all, but he didn't know Noah's case. None of the nurses seemed to know much about Hirschsprung's disease. I can't blame them because it's probably one small paragraph in a Disease class from nursing school. And you don't see kids with this every day. BUT...we were pretty frustrated that no one seemed to know why he was so sick. I was also surprised that I had to ask about the results of the X-ray and blood tests. Everything he said pointed to an infection in his colon, or enterocolitis: Low white blood cell count, bloated colon...I mentioned that, and it just took forevverrrrr for a surgeon to get there. I emailed Noah's pediatric surgeon up at Primary's and he called us Monday to tell us that he had seen the X-ray and it was definitely enterocolitis. The surgeon on-call at UVRMC was great and said the same thing. They finally put Noah on a flagyl antibiotic--a very strong medicine. All of Noah's doctors had always scared me about the flagyl...constantly emphasizing, "only use this if it's absolutely necessary" but within a DAY he was so much better and improving immensely. He had no negative side effects and we were home by Tuesday night. 

See how skinny he was? 

He LOVED getting visitors, namely Nico :)

Giving mama lots of kisses.

Evidently feeling MUCH better! Acting himself again!

Our goof ball. 

Trying to color for the first time. 

We couldn't go a day without a wagon ride on the floor!

We wanted to let Noah air out his badly rashed bum. He seemed to like it!

Being silly!

He was a tough patient for the nurses...any time someone in scrubs walked in, he'd start freaking out. As soon as the nurses or techs would leave, relief spread across his face. We did several laps around the nurses' station and he seemed to like them more when they kept their distance and waved and smiled at him :) Little stinker. 

Grandma Dodie even flew in from Philadelphia to help out. She was so sweet to do that and Noah just lit up when he saw her.

We were so excited to get the okay to go home. Once we did rectal washes (twice a day for two weeks) and finished his antibiotics, he was a new man and no more throw up OR diarrhea since then! We are so so happy! Thank you for all your prayers for us during that time.

Cancun 2012

My parents started this tradition of going to Mexico every other year for Thanksgiving. Two years ago we went to Cabo San Lucas. It's an awesome tradition that I hope they continue through the years! But as the family grows we may have to start paying our way there. Fine by me! It's soo worth the memories!

I literally took not one picture while we were actually in Cancun. Very unlike me. I think I was really in need of a relaxing vacation without worrying about keeping a camera close the whole time. Plus, there were 8 other photographers there!

At the airport...

 Noah's obsession with his cousin Nico started on this trip. He wanted to follow Nico wherever he went. It was too funny! Noah hadn't learned how to walk yet, but he sure could crawl fast! Anything Nico would do, Noah would just clap and squeal and get so excited. I let him get his wiggles out around our was going to be a loooong flight! 
 The very not-so-sanitary airport floor....yuck! 

So here's the sad story, but it ends happy! We were in the last hour of our flight (thank goodness not the beginning of one) and Noah completely unloaded everything he'd eaten that day all over me. It was in my hair, down my back, down my whole front, and down to my left knee. The smell was rancid. It got all over the seats and well, we were basically panicking because we would be gone for a week in a foreign country and this. was. not. really. happening. right? After getting over the shock and hugging Noah tight, we asked a flight attendant to get us something to clean it all up (we flew United Airlines, by the way). She BLEW US OFF! She said, "Sorry, I would, but I'm heading in the opposite direction." I kid you not. I have several witnesses. It was shocking. Mark ended up going to the first class bathroom to grab some paper towels. 
He seemed to feel better after that, but fell asleep. He was pale as pale could be and there we were, worrying yet again and wondering, "What the HELL is WRONG with my BABY?!" If you are a parent, especially to a sick child, you know that you put your whole life into your children and you understand the panic and frustration I was feeling. He hadn't thrown up at all the day before, and that was the first day in awhile that he hadn't thrown up. We thought we were clear to go, especially after seeing multiple doctors about him and hearing excuses like, "well if he's not running a fever and isn't completely miserable all the time, then it's probably not enterocolitis." Since I had never experienced enterocolitis myself and Noah hadn't ever had it, I trusted their judgement. There was always that worry--like Noah was a ticking time-bomb for the next barfing episode. 

He just screamed and screamed and screamed the 30 minute car ride to the resort. The taxi driver was really sweet and concerned and offered to take us to the hospital. We were just focused on getting to the hotel to assess him and get him into a comfy bed. Once we arrived, my parents were waiting in the lobby. I saw them and just broke down crying that Noah threw up "again!" After I cried a lot, I felt much better, as most of us do after a good cry! 

This is the AWESOME PART: He didn't throw up the whole week we were there. Not even a gag. He ate NON-STOP. We found out at another doctor's visit when we got back that he gained a full pound on that trip. He couldn't get enough of the resort's pico de gallo... we tried to cook all of his meals in our room to avoid any kind of food poisoning, but i'm telling you, we could not keep him away from that pico! The kid loves tomatoes. The resort workers started bringing him his own bowl of it to the pool every day for sweet is that? It was a wonderful vacation after that. We ate way too much, got some sun, played lots of beach volleyball, and had tons of laughs. By the end I was actually relaxed, and though I hate for my happiness to be conditional, I know I was relaxed because Noah was thriving. It was amazing. Heavenly Father knew that we needed a break. All of us. It was such a blessing. Doctors still don't know how to explain that week. I can! It was the grace of God. I'm so so grateful. 
 ...Because there's nothing cuter than naked baby beach bums!...
 People at the resort asked us all the time if Regi (almost 8 months) and Noah (11 months) were twins. 
 We took a 45 minute ferry ride to Isla Mujeres, where cars and golf carts were allowed on the roads! It was such a fun little island with beautiful beaches. I wouldn't ever want to be there during a hurricane, but it made for a fun little trip. Noah loved the golf cart rides. 
 We like to make Noah laugh, even if it means us making total idiots of ourselves. Not pictured: me doing cartwheels and handstands. I'm pretty sure everyone out on the beach thought we were boracha.(Do you see Noah's green european speedo?)
On the North side of Isla Mujeres...this beach was breathtaking! 
This is how Noah felt about leaving. This kid totally thrived while we were there. We didn't want to leave. As soon as we got home, he started having diarrhea and throwing up again. 

Noah leading up to THE Mexico trip

 This little boy went through a looooooong stage of hating anything on his feet. It's cold outside dude! Gotta wear SOMETHING! 

 In times of "I think he's healthy....?" we enjoy outings into the real world of WinCo. 
 He threw up five times later that day. I'll never forget haha.

 This is a pumpkin chocolate chip cake with ice cream (and a taste of someone's banana dessert) at Mark's work party up at the Foundry Grill in Sundance. Foodgasm people. It was awesome! We had my sister Erica watch Noah since he threw up right before we were supposed to drop him off at another sitter's house. She was so sweet to come at such short notice. We had a great evening, but worried about Noah at home.

We took him to the doctor 4 times this month. Every doctor we saw just said, "well, he just gets stomach bugs a lot worse than other kids because of his abdominal surgeries."

And that's what I hated to hear each time. His weight stayed the same, and he'd have a day here or there of not throwing up, but he constantly had diarrhea. So basically he wasn't losing weight for doctors to worry much and he'd still act happy after he threw up. He wasn't "miserable"...but it just didn't seem right to me. We prayed and prayed that he'd be better for our Thanksgiving getaway to Cancun. 
 Noah's so funny. He is just like his mama and looves getting tickles, especially on the palms of his hands! It's so random but we love it...anything to make him comfortable! 

 Playing in the barf bowl, naturally.

 Number 3 doctor visit on a Sunday night. He loves looking at fish. He was acting just fine once we got there, of course. 
 Up at Ikea after yet another doctor visit, but this time up to his surgeon's office. Dr. Scaife wrote out a prescription for a strong anti-biotic in case he got worse while we were in Mexico later that week, but he didn't seem alarmed that Noah had been throwing up and had diarrhea for 2.5 weeks straight because he "looked really good." Noah fooled all of us!!
 We knew he wasn't feeling well since he actually lied down. See his ribs? Constant worry people, but doctors weren't!
 The kid is obsessed with toothbrushes. For awhile this is the only thing that would bring a little smile to his face.
 He always seems to get into trouble--but this means he's feeling okay so I do not mind at all!