Thursday, September 30, 2010
Purging...
So I really do promise that this blog won't be a daily thing...my life really isn't that interesting that anyone would want to hear from me that often!! This has just been a full week. With road trips, doctor visits and birthdays, I apparently have a lot to purge! I want to start this post by giving everyone a quick look into a 'typical day' of someone with CF...(this was taken directly from www.cff.org)
Here's Ry in her vest...it fills with air and shakes violently to help break up that mucus. And STILL always smiling.
We do 30 minutes of vest in the morning along with an Albuterol nebulizer (opens up the airways) and then when the vest is done we start the TOBI nebulizer (antibiotic to kill the pseudomonas). This takes about 55 minutes. Then she takes the Cipro (oral antibiotic to kill the pseudomonas). Twenty minutes after lunch comes another 30 minute vest treatment with the Albuterol nebulizer again. Later after dinner and another dose of the Cipro comes a 3rd vest treatment. Again we give her another Albuterol neb, followed by a Pulmozyme neb (loosens the mucus), and then another round of TOBI. This last treatment takes another 55 minutes. Some days if we have time and she is up for it, we squeeze in a 4th vest treatment just for good measure. Between all of that and sterilizing everything, you are looking at 3-3.5 hours of stuff each day. Have I mentionned that Rylan is 2?? Yeah. That doesn't all go over so good...
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Happy Birthday Sweet Little Princess!!
So I’ve decided that last font hurt my eyes, so I promise before the next post I’ll tinker around a bit and find something fun to look at, yet easy on the eyeballs...***we have a friend that had lasik eye surgery and when she was recovering in the office directly afterwards, kept telling the nurse ‘my balls itch’. She didn’t quite realize what she was saying until the nurse starting giggling. Ha! I so love that story...everytime I see the word 'eyeballs', that's what I think of!***
Two years ago today, my sweet little Rylan came into our world in a fit of high pitched squeals and screams...little did I know our house would sound much the same 2 years later! Barry, being the diligent husband he is, was holding a cold washcloth on my forehead the entire time (most likely to prevent having to watch anything). I remember the second the nurses took her over to the incubater to get her all bundled up, covering my eyes with that washcloth. Everyone in the room kept urging me to look over at her but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Looking back, the obvious explanation would be that I was remembering the delivery of our son...Kohen was born 2 months early and was in the hospital for 46 days. His daddy never got to 'cut the cord' and his mommy didn't get to hold him until he was 9 days old. So, maybe this time around I was just scared? Scared that if I looked at her, I would see something that would make them wisk her away from me and start poking and prodding her and giving us scary outcome after scary outcome?? Or maybe on some weird, deep, subconscious level, I knew. I knew that she was 'different'. Different in the most beautiful of ways. 'Different' in a way that I will never be able to describe. Different in a way that when I look into her eyes, I see an old soul. I see a soul that has some sort of secret to share. A secret that SO many people in this world just don't get. I don't see 'chronic' or 'progressive', or even 'CF'. I see something I wish I had. I see courage and optimism. I see unwaivering love. I see someone that may have a 'label', but will most definitely NEVER let that 'label' define them. I see my baby girl. I see MY mom, I see my husband's mom, I see Barry and I and the love we share. I see SO many things that I wish I could put into better words...but most of all, I see my Ry Ry. Happy birthday little princess. Here's to many, many, MANY more magical birthdays!!! Mommy LOVES YOU!!!
Two years ago today, my sweet little Rylan came into our world in a fit of high pitched squeals and screams...little did I know our house would sound much the same 2 years later! Barry, being the diligent husband he is, was holding a cold washcloth on my forehead the entire time (most likely to prevent having to watch anything). I remember the second the nurses took her over to the incubater to get her all bundled up, covering my eyes with that washcloth. Everyone in the room kept urging me to look over at her but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Looking back, the obvious explanation would be that I was remembering the delivery of our son...Kohen was born 2 months early and was in the hospital for 46 days. His daddy never got to 'cut the cord' and his mommy didn't get to hold him until he was 9 days old. So, maybe this time around I was just scared? Scared that if I looked at her, I would see something that would make them wisk her away from me and start poking and prodding her and giving us scary outcome after scary outcome?? Or maybe on some weird, deep, subconscious level, I knew. I knew that she was 'different'. Different in the most beautiful of ways. 'Different' in a way that I will never be able to describe. Different in a way that when I look into her eyes, I see an old soul. I see a soul that has some sort of secret to share. A secret that SO many people in this world just don't get. I don't see 'chronic' or 'progressive', or even 'CF'. I see something I wish I had. I see courage and optimism. I see unwaivering love. I see someone that may have a 'label', but will most definitely NEVER let that 'label' define them. I see my baby girl. I see MY mom, I see my husband's mom, I see Barry and I and the love we share. I see SO many things that I wish I could put into better words...but most of all, I see my Ry Ry. Happy birthday little princess. Here's to many, many, MANY more magical birthdays!!! Mommy LOVES YOU!!!
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Here it is!!!
So here it is bloggyland! My 1st official post. I have been playing with the look/layout and cutesy little fonts for this thing for so long, and just now finally getting around to actually posting something. Can you say COLD FEET??! Call it nerves, procrastination, or a combination of the two (I'm going with the latter...), I've finally taken the leap! This blog (much like my life) can best be described as a work-in-progress, so bear with me please. I am not going to promise to be the best writer on the block. Heck, I just had to google whether to spell 'bear', bare or bear??! (Hey! Would YOU have known which to use??) So to all you English teachers that may stumble across this blog, you've been warned...But really, my true intentions for starting this blog aren't to impress, but to hopefully educate and enlighten the few brave souls that choose to follow it. (That, and by purging all my thoughts out on this poor keyboard, I can only hope to somehow clear my head on a regular basis!) AND, if I can make just one more person a supporter of this cause, then MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!!
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