Hot Damn!

Watch out, the romance level at casa de Godinez is off. the. charts.

Nothing says romance quite like taking the circus to the grocery store on a Friday night. Don't worry though, we kept it classy by going to H-E-B - the best grocery store in Texas. This was no Wal-Mart Friday night. I even put on my good flip flops and a headband for the occasion. 

That was actually last Friday night's festivities. This Friday, we decided to up the romance level. The week was what we shall call "rough", so loading up three midgets, dressing up for H-E-B, and venturing out into the public universe seemed a bit too daunting. So, we opted to keep the party at the casa....and went to bed at NINE O'CLOCK!! Hot damn.

It was glorious until both Claire and Aubrey decided to wake me up briefly around 3 am. Not a big deal because they went right back to sleep, but I was wide awake. Apparently, my body has adapted to minimal shut eye, so it was time to get up. I did have a movie to finish and some online shopping to get done, and the house was quiet. Except no sooner did I turn on my movie and the computer (far away from all sleeping creatures), when the littlest midget could sense that I was not snuggled up in my bed.

Nothing is a more appreciated in our house than getting to sleep longer while the other person deals with an insomniac midget. It just happened to be my turn to show the love.

We might just venture back onto the social scene next Friday...you know....back to H-E-B.

Naked in the fridge

Why is it that the laws of the universe dictate that kids must suddenly need parental supervision the second you get on the phone?

Case in point:

Late Friday afternoon, I was on a call for work  after our nanny was already gone for the day. Luke was nicely playing on the iPad, Claire was playing with a toy, and Aubrey was asleep. Of course, as soon as I answered my phone, it was like I had turned on a giant magnet for 6-year-olds, and Luke was immediately at the door signaling that he had to potty (why do all my stories start like this?!?)

I waved him off, heard the toilet, and then the patter of his feet running back to the living room.  Success! So, I continued my call until I started hearing, "Help!" and then some other muffled word. I gave it a few minutes, but of course it didn't stop because I was still on my call. So, I walked into the other room to find Luke inside the refrigerator....naked......trying to get a glass of milk. Apparently, his trip to the bathroom made him thirsty and putting his pants back on was just a little too much effort.

"Help. Mom. Cold!"

Yep. If you climb into a refrigerator while naked, you will get cold. Lesson learned.

Don't tell me we haven't had an educational summer vacation.

Luke always tries to help supervise his sisters....fully clothed and without a glass of milk.

Squish - 4 months

It is hard being four months. Just ask Aubrey...aka - "Squish".

I mean.....

First, her travel schedule has been overwhelming: Waco to see "Fixer Upper", Fredericksburg with grandma, Austin to see friends, and Chicago and Shreveport for work.

 

Work??? Yep! She definitely wins the award for cutest Executive Assistant. Occasionally, I have to explain some strange noises on a conference call, but overall, she is a stellar sidekick while I work.

 

 When we're not busy working, she enjoys exercising and spending time at the pool....

Who doesn't just pass out sometimes after a good party???

 And at the end of the day, nothing beats a good bath.

It's a tough life for Squish, but she stays happy 99% of the time. Watch out for that 1% though....

It's Time

There is always an excuse....
....I'll lose weight later....
....I'll save money after this one last vacation....
....I'll clean that storage room next week....
 ...I'll start blogging again when I am not utterly exhausted....

Well, enough of that. It's time to start writing again.

Throughout the long nights when we are awake with Claire while she doesn't feel well, nothing brings me more happiness than reading old posts from when Luke and Claire were babies. I had convinced myself that I wouldn't forget all of the "little moments", but considering that I'm lucky I remember my pants most days, my memory is sub-par, at best.

Consider this little gem of a conversation:

(After a night of about 3 hours of sleep and a loooonnnnngggg workday, I had just slipped into a hot bath with a glass of wine, when my little sidekick charged through the door.)

Luke:  "Mom, I gotta shit."
Me: "You have to poop?"
Luke: "Yeah...shit."

(sigh....I don't know where he ever heard that...)

Me: "Ok. Go ahead. You don't need me - you can take care of yourself."

(Luke proceeds to finish his business.)

Luke: "All done!"
Me: "Did you wipe?"
Luke: "Yep. Look!!"

(Not checking wasn't a gamble I was about to take.)

Me:  "Luke! There is no toilet paper in here!!! You said you wiped!"

Luke: (slapping his hand to his forehead) "Oops!!! Forgot"

Here's to hoping that I remember these funny conversations and that Luke remembers to wipe.

Throwback picture to last year......

 

The Rest of the Story

Think of everything you heard or read today. We are incessantly bombarded with information – 99.9% that is meaningless because it has no actual bearing on our lives. Then, there is the .1% that forever changes things. 

In early October of 2012 when Claire was admitted to LSUS for initial medical testing, I was handed a note scrawled in black pen that Claire’s brain had atrophied. The case manager had no explanation other than a brief sorry that she had no details and the doctors were at lunch. As I sobbed and stumbled through the hospital looking for someone who could help me, I managed to find Claire’s geneticist. When I asked her what the news meant, she replied, “Some kids with atrophy do ok, and others do not.” Then, she turned through a doorway without a second look back. 

It was after that experience that Patrick and I swore we would never settle for sub-par medical care. Claire has now been to nine hospitals, so we know a good doctor when we find one – Praise God – the stars have aligned, and we have found the right specialist at the right time.

No, you haven’t missed an announcement – we still have no answer as to what Claire’s underlying genetic condition actually is. Patrick, myself, Luke, and Claire have all undergone every genetic test possible, and there is no answer. Our goal is to treat symptoms as they present themselves – we do annual MRIs to monitor her microcephaly (small brain size), she is in PT/OT and wears leg braces to help with the hypotonia (low tone), she is monitored frequently by opthamology to track her optic nerve hypoplasia (small optic nerve), GI/nutrition are on speed-dial to address her weight loss/GI issues, and now we’re in the VIP club where we get the orthopedic surgeon’s personal cell phone number.

We have always known that her back wasn’t growing correctly; however, we didn’t quite know the severity. After a few experiences with orthopedic surgeons brushing us off, we insisted for a second opinion off base. Claire was finally seen on Friday, and it was a day where the .1% of information changed things.

Claire’s scoliosis has worsened to the point that her spine is curved 48 degrees. Due to her underlying condition, the doctor believes that she is going to need a spinal fusion surgery around the age of 10 to permanently correct the issue. For now until she is old enough for surgery, Claire will be in a cast or a brace that covers her from the shoulders to her hips to prevent the curve from worsening (I wasn’t a math major in college, but if I count my fingers correctly, that is not just around the corner). As the doctor says, “We are just treading water while we try to buy time (until the spinal fusion). If the casting is ineffective, then she will have metal rods (growth plates) inserted in her spine. The bad news about that is that those have to be redone every 6-12 months as the child grows until the final spinal fusion surgery. The double bad news is that the doctor says casting typically isn’t as effective on children with an underlying genetic condition. Clearly, this doctor hasn’t known Claire Godinez for very long! She is a stubborn little pain in the rear who doesn’t really care what scientific research says.

I think it is safe to say that this isn’t our first rodeo with getting shocking medical news; however, getting Claire to the best doctor possible made Friday as opposite as possible from our experiences at LSUS. When Dr. Faust walked into our room, he looked me in the eyes, shook my hand, and said, “I know it is 5:30 and your appointment was at 2:30, but I have had one complicated case after another, and your daughter is no exception. I’m not leaving this room until I answer each and every one of your questions.” Hello new BFF. After a very tear-filled appointment, he called me at 8:00 PM that evening to check in on me since he knew I was by myself and that was a lot of information to absorb. We’re never leaving San Antonio.

So, today Claire got her first cast. It’s a two hour procedure that has to be done while she is sedated since so much “adjusting” is required. Everyone’s prayers have paid off – she stayed happy as could be the entire day (once the anesthesia wore off – she hates that feeling) and the doctor has her spine positioned so that the curve is less than 20 degrees. When we were discharged, the nurses didn’t say “See you later”, but rather it was “See you for the next cast!” This was the first of who knows how many, but at least we have our new BFF leading the way.

Donated to Science, Fire Alarm, and Double Digits

What better way to spend the weekend than getting donated to science?!?! A few months ago, Claire's physical therapist, Ginny, told me about a continuing education course on gait training that she was taking here in San Antonio. She casually mentioned that they are always looking for demo clients and asked if I'd like to donate Claire.....um, yes!!!! When the instructor called to learn more about Claire, I joked that I also had a four-year-old with Down Syndrome if she was looking for another demo. I don't know who was happier - the instructor for finding two kids from one family, or me knowing that we'd have something to fill an entire weekend!

So, off Claire and Luke went Friday afternoon to donate themselves to science. When I first heard about the course, I didn't realize it was a national course. Therapists from all over - LA, Atlanta, Dallas, NYC, Duluth, and Denver - were gathered in San Antonio to learn how to improve muscle function to facilitate independent movement in kiddos of all developmental stages. While Claire worked on planting her entire foot on the ground to go from sit to stand, Luke built abdominal and calf strength to improve his gait, walk down stairs with more stability, and actually get some vertical distance off the ground when jumping.

I'm not quite sure if it was more inspiring to watch so many talented therapists in one room, or to see so many children with diverse needs work towards independence. From little babies just learning to crawl to high school students working to leave their wheelchairs behind, all kids in that room had one thing in common - their lives are intertwined with the care and support of therapists who don't care how long it takes to reach the next goal. They have the patience of saints through the frustration of  working with body parts that don't quite cooperate, and they also wipe away their own tears of joy during the moments of victory.

The best thing about the weekend wasn't all of the extra awesome therapy - it was the sleep that followed!!!! Both Luke and Claire were EXHAUSTED.....and I was the happiest mom on the face of the planet. Not only did I get to watch an entire movie without interruption, but I took a bath, surfed the internet, and sat in blissful silence. That is, until the stupid smoke detector decided its battery wanted to die. Most of you are probably thinking of that annoying soft chirp that many make when the battery is low. Nope, not mine. "Warning: Battery is low."......"Warning: Battery is low." Really??? I have never been so happy to find a 9 volt battery in the junk drawer in my entire life. I hauled the step stool upstairs, and thought, "How hard can this be?" as I looked up at the annoying little machine.

There was a little button in the middle that I thought said, "Press Here to Open".

"FIRE!!! FIRE!!! FIRE!!! EVACUATE!!! FIRE!!"

I frantically pressed the button as quickly as I could.

"WARNING. CARBON MONOXIDE HAS BEEN DETECTED. EVACUATE."

Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!! Press press press

"FIRE!!! FIRE!!! WARNING. CARBON MONOX - "

Guess what - the button didn't say "Press Here to Open". Upon further examination, it really said, "Press Here to TEST". Oops. My next thought when straight to a time when our security alarm went off and the police stopped by to make sure everything was ok. The last thing I wanted was for the stupid fire truck to come blasting through the neighborhood. So, it was time for the first middle of the night phone-a-friend!

Me: "You better not have your &#^@ phone on silent!! Hi!!!"

Patrick: "Why are you calling in the middle of the night?"


Me: "So, if you accidentally set off the fire alarm in the middle of the night, does anyone come to check to make sure there really isn't a fire?"

Patrick: "Nope. They sure don't. Go to bed."

Me: "I'm scared."

Patrick: "But there wasn't really a fire."

Me: "I know. But now I'm awake. Want to talk?

Patrick: "Go to sleep"

Me: "Hey! The good news is that we're down to double digits left on this deployment!!!"

Patrick: "Good night."

Home & Garden & Pee Show

For your reading entertainment....

So, there we were, driving to the San Antonio Home and Garden Show on Sunday. I had finally decided to be a responsible parent and take Claire out in her wheelchair rather than just carrying her around. Plus, I knew parking would be a disaster and we could use our handicap parking pass (no shame!) Well, I failed to consider the abundance of geriatric attendees at the Home & Garden show who would be hogging the premier parking spots. Luckily, there was a guy driving around in a golf cart moving cones out of the way to free up spots, so we were two minutes from our goal parking spot.

While we listened to "Shake It Off" for the 1000000000th time, Luke frantically started signing that he had to potty.

Me: "Dude. You gotta hold it."

Luke: Frantically signing potty over and over.

Me: "Luke, you HAVE. TO. WAIT. This guy is moving the cone, and then we can go inside."

Luke: Tears flowing as he tears at the straps on his carseat. "Potty....potty....help....HELP"

Too late. As I looked back at him in the rearview mirror, I could his jeans turn from light to dark blue.

Me: (In a not soft voice): "LUKE!!! STOP PEEING!!!!! JUST STOP!!!!!

At that moment, the cone guy signaled us ahead and I gunned it into the spot and flew out of the car. In two seconds flat, I whipped Luke out of the car to stop the flood into the nooks and crannies of the carseat. In three more seconds, Luke was tearing his pants down his legs.

Luke: "POTTY, MOMMA!!!"

WTF.

Me: "FINE!!! Here just pee on the tire." I turned him toward the target and stood as close as I could to block his naked butt from the line of cars streaming in directly behind us, thinking we'd only be there for another second or two.

But the pee just kept on coming.....and coming.....and coming.......and then the security guard starting coming.

Shit.

Me: "Luke, pull up your *%#%!@ pants NOW!!!"

Luke: "Pee, Momma!!!!"

I grabbed him, naked butt and all, and pulled him around the side of the car as fast as I could as the security guard drove up to us. He wasn't done. There was pee in his shoes, all over my boots, and up the front of his shirt. And we were 30 minutes from our house.

Security Guard: "Ma'am - Is everything ok?"

Frazzled Mom: "Oh, just a little boy problem, but we're good. We are just getting the wheelchair unloaded so we can get sister inside to the show." ("You're a dude. Don't tell me you have never gone pee on a tire!!!" is what I really should have said!

I looked over at Luke and there was no denying the clear markings that he had peed his pants, but we had made it so far to get to this stupid Home & Garden Show. Plus, we were downtown, it was drizzling/foggy, and traffic was horrible, so I wasn't about to venture out to go buy some new pants. Surely the bathroom would have towels and a dryer, right?

So, we loaded Claire into the wheelchair, trotted off to the nearest bathroom, and went to work salvaging the pants. In case you were wondering, the San Antonio Alamodome doesn't install dryers in the bathrooms, nor do they splurge for high grade papertowels. Your fingers might go through the flimsy towels a time or two, but in the end, they did the job. As they say, "The Show must go on!" and so it did for us at the "Home & Garden & Pee Show".