Let them ever sing for joy;
And may You shelter them,
That those who love Your name may exalt in You."
Psalm 5: 11
Well it is Saturday and we have survived stage two of the crucible. Tara and I are tired. Laura is still going strong.
If my grammar and word choice is off, I apologize now. It is 7:30 am, and as most of you know, I am not exactly a morning person. In the mornings I am not very pleasant. I am liable to growl at you just for having the nerve to be in the same zip code as I am. On top of that, the brain does not work very well for the first couple of hours after I wake up. It feels fuzzy and sluggish. No, eating something with protein does not help. Sometimes a shower does, but not all the time. As an example, after getting Laura's bottle ready this morning I decided I needed a glass of water for myself. So I went in to the kitchen to get it. I looked around and could not find my glass. I looked for it in our living room and our bed room. Nothing. So fearing the worst (it had disappeared in to some alternate dimension that my SciFi loving brain had cooked up) I asked Tara if the dishes in the dish washer were clean or dirty. She said they were dirty, and then reminded me that I had emptied the clean dishes a couple of days ago. All I could think of is how rude she was to speak.
Yup being a non morning person is great. I am just glad that Tara is not much of a morning person, and that Laura appears to be following our lead. It makes things a little easier since we are all on the same page when we get up. That being, who ever invented the idea that we had to rise with the sun should be taken out beaten, drawn and quarted, tarred and feathers, have bamboo stacks shoved under their finger nails, sit and listen to someone drag finger nails across a chalk board and then shot. And that would be the first stage of punishment.
I really do not like the mornings or morning people. When I was growing up my dad would wake me up on a Saturday and tell me day light was a wasting and that I needed to brush my teeth and then come down and eat breakfast. A grumbling, grouchy teenager who just wanted to sleep was beyond his comprehension. Took make matters worse, if my grandparents were in town, I was not even afforded the ability to sleep to 9:00 am. Paw-paw (my grandfather) would get me up at 6:00 am to help him with some project around the house. It was incomprehensible to him that I would want to sleep past that time. If I did not get up he would make my life miserable until I did get up. My father apparently enjoyed this, as he would sleep until 8:00 am, then put on his bathrobe, get a cup of coffee and come smiling to see what we were doing. His smug expression really pissed me off. He really enjoyed it (he is probably reading this and smiling).
Let see, this was the week of doctors and birthdays. The doctor visits all went well. Dr. Pielop, our pediatrician, is very pleased with where Laura is and how she is progressing. He also gave Laura her two month shots. She seemed handle them with out to much trouble. She cried a little, but the rest of the day she seemed fine.
Our cardiologist, Dr. Macicek, started Laura on a new medication that is in addition to the Lasiks. This medication will help lower Laura's blood pressure, so her heart does not have to work as hard to push blood through her system. This new medication, called Captopril, is the second in the cascade of medications that she will be on before her heart surgery. Laura gets both the Lasiks and Captopril every 8 hours.
Dr. Macicek has said that Laura will likely have her heart surgery in September. This is not written in stone, but he wants to get Laura onto the surgeons radar. this was not surprise to Tara and I since Laura's breathing has changed in our opinions. She also seems to start labor more quickly when she feeding or we are working with her.
Tara started back to work Thursday. She said it was very hard for her. We are lucky that Second Baptist has a day care program for their employees. However, not everyone get is. There are a limited number of spots for each class. A new class is formed each year for the newborns, and that is it. We got the last spot for this years class. Laura's class is down the hall from where Tara works, and is in the same building. This is great, because Tara and Laura are so close together. We are very lucky to have access to such a program
Tara has said it is hard for her to leave Laura's room and go to work. She would rather stay with Laura. I cannot blame her for that. I found that I was very bothered
Thursday by the fact that all of my girls were not home (our dachshund Jenna obviously opted to stay home). I have met and trust the folks up at Second that are taking care of Laura. They do a great job. They are very sweet and loving. They are excited to learn how to care for Laura with her special issues. It just sucks that Laura and Tara are not home. Something about them being here, even when I am at work is reassuring to me. So Thursday I had a hard time as well.Tara has loved getting to show Laura off. Who can blame Tara. Laura is beautiful. From Tara's descriptions, I would say Laura is the most popular person at Second for now. This is as it should be.
Thursday was Laura's Grammy's (Tara's mother) birthday. We took Grammy to a restaurant that we all like. Laura had a good time. She got to eat with us (more or less) through her feeding tube. I spent about 20 minutes with my hand in the air holding the tube up so that gravity could do its job. I felt like should be in a class room trying to ask the teacher a question. We all (there were 5 of us) spent most of the time sitting and staring at Laura. I cannot figure out why?
Tara, Laura and I went to see The Ugly Truth. This was a truly funny movie. I would caution that there is allot of fowl language and blatant discussions of sex, but a fun movie for a married couple to go see on a date night.
We are now on the down hill trek of the crucible. For the remainder of August, the birthdays are more spread out. There are also fewer doctors appointments. We are hoping to get a little better routine established by the end of the month.
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