One of my favorite things to do each day is to look at my "On This Day" on Facebook. It probably has something to do with the fact that I typically can't remember what I did yesterday - let alone what happened in previous years. On a day like today - Valentine's Day - it is especially enlightening.
2016: I was fat and pregnant with Aubrey at Luke's school program. For the life of me, I can't remember where Patrick was for work, but he wasn't in town.
2015: Doreen St. reunion at John & Julia's wedding. Patrick was deployed.
2014: Must have been a quiet evening at home because there is no FB memory.
2013: We were days away from leaving Patrick in Hawaii. After an incredible four months of top-notch medical care at Tripler, we made the decision to hospitalize her for extensive genetic/metabolic testing and an MRI to make sure nothing had been previously missed.
2012: I was fat and pregnant with Claire. Patrick got my flat tire fixed so I didn't have to take care of it. There are some parts of adulthood that I despise, and taking the car to the shop is one of those.
2011: We were praying to get out of the hospital because Luke was hospitalized with pneumonia.
2010: I was fat and pregnant with Luke, and we were days away from an epic Kansas reunion to celebrate at my shower. I was blissfully unaware of the crazy life adventure that was about to begin.
Typically, I consider my life to be very boring. However, when the events of previous years are there in print to review in one little snapshot, it is apparent that boring might be the wrong adjective to use. Although flowers, dinner out, and other thoughtful surprises are incredibly nice, life just seems to have other plans for us on February 14th each year.
For us, Valentine's Day is about the unconditional support we have offered each other when kids are sick or the military separates us. It has been agreeing to be on hospital/appointment duty when the other spouse is about lose it (typically that is Patrick stepping in for me). It is about finding time somewhere in a 12+ hour workday to visit for 10 minutes because you know the other person just needs to hear your voice. It is about covering extra household responsibilities so the other person can take care of whatever else it is that needs attention.
On February 14, 2018, I'll open up Facebook to check my "On This Day", and this is what it will say:
2017: No, I am NOT pregnant! Thankfully, no one is in the hospital. Unfortunately, the military has us 8161 miles and nine time zones apart, but we did get in that 10 minute call.
It was nothing overly romantic.
Nothing especially earth-shattering was said.
It was exactly what we needed.
Our Babies
Luke and Claire
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
Saturday, February 11, 2017
A Table for Four
"How many, ma'am?"
"Four, please," I reply.
"Are you meeting someone?" the hostess asks, very confused.
"No. If I was meeting someone, then it would be a table for five. It's just us."
"Oh, wow! You sure have your hands full!" she exclaims, looking at me in disbelief that I have three kids out to dinner by myself.
"I sure do," I reply, smiling as nicely as possible during this routine exchange.
Every military spouse knows this encounter all too well. No, we do not necessarily choose to be out to dinner with kids and no spouse, but sometimes it is just better than the alternative of another meal alone at home.
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My kids are overly social people. Each morning, Luke asks, "Blue car? Shopping?" A child after my own heart - he always wants to be on the go. Claire squeals with delight when I set her on the couch so I can load up the wheelchair, and Aubrey frantically crawls toward the open garage door, hoping to make an escape. They know that in a few (many) minutes, we'll be loaded up, yelling "Let's jam", and taking off on our next adventure.
The best thing about little kids is that an adventure does not have to be grand. A trip to the park, Target, or the zoo are all equally exciting. Today was no exception. It was a beautiful "spring" day, so after a quick trip to Starbucks and a few hours at the zoo, it was time for lunch. We went to our local favorite, La Fonda on Main, and rather than the typical hostess encounter, Chloe ran around the counter, "Luke! Where have you been? I've missed you!". The last time we were there was maybe October, and yet we are always treated like weekly regulars.
After she walked us to our table and helped us get situated, she knelt down by Claire's wheelchair to say hello. As we sat on the patio eating and enjoying the beautiful spring day, several of our favorite waitresses stopped by to visit and see how the kids were doing. The food was delicious, and the kids were as good as gold.
Today, during that relaxing lunch, a table for four didn't seem so bad.
We'll be back to a table for five before we know it, and I know where we'll go to celebrate.
"Four, please," I reply.
"Are you meeting someone?" the hostess asks, very confused.
"No. If I was meeting someone, then it would be a table for five. It's just us."
"Oh, wow! You sure have your hands full!" she exclaims, looking at me in disbelief that I have three kids out to dinner by myself.
"I sure do," I reply, smiling as nicely as possible during this routine exchange.
Every military spouse knows this encounter all too well. No, we do not necessarily choose to be out to dinner with kids and no spouse, but sometimes it is just better than the alternative of another meal alone at home.
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My kids are overly social people. Each morning, Luke asks, "Blue car? Shopping?" A child after my own heart - he always wants to be on the go. Claire squeals with delight when I set her on the couch so I can load up the wheelchair, and Aubrey frantically crawls toward the open garage door, hoping to make an escape. They know that in a few (many) minutes, we'll be loaded up, yelling "Let's jam", and taking off on our next adventure.
The best thing about little kids is that an adventure does not have to be grand. A trip to the park, Target, or the zoo are all equally exciting. Today was no exception. It was a beautiful "spring" day, so after a quick trip to Starbucks and a few hours at the zoo, it was time for lunch. We went to our local favorite, La Fonda on Main, and rather than the typical hostess encounter, Chloe ran around the counter, "Luke! Where have you been? I've missed you!". The last time we were there was maybe October, and yet we are always treated like weekly regulars.
After she walked us to our table and helped us get situated, she knelt down by Claire's wheelchair to say hello. As we sat on the patio eating and enjoying the beautiful spring day, several of our favorite waitresses stopped by to visit and see how the kids were doing. The food was delicious, and the kids were as good as gold.
Today, during that relaxing lunch, a table for four didn't seem so bad.
We'll be back to a table for five before we know it, and I know where we'll go to celebrate.
Monday, February 6, 2017
Sometimes you gamble on a fart.....and lose
Disclaimer: Someday Luke will hate me for this post.
Disclaimer #2: I don't care.
We have all been there. If you say you haven't, then you are a filthy liar. Everyone knows that familiar gurgle. You need a toilet ASAP, and the closest one is 15,400 miles away. You think to yourself, "No....not right now....I do NOT need to go to the bathroom."
Crap.
Yes I do.
You take a gamble and let a little fart squeeze out. But, to your dismay, that ain't gas that just came out of your butthole.
It was FINALLY sunny and warm here in SA after several gloomy, rainy days. Nothing in this world is more fun than being cooped up by yourself for consecutive days with three kids - said no parent EVER. So, after therapy this afternoon, we were ready to scamper off to the neighborhood park for some much needed Vitamin D.
Navigating Aubrey and Claire on the play equipment takes all of my energy, arm strength, and it leaves about .01% attention on Luke. So, when he yelled out that he was peeing behind a tree, I didn't think anything of it....until he didn't come out right away. He called out a second time, and I could hear the panic in his voice.
"Mom. Help me. It's poop."
Oh shit.
Our neighborhood park does NOT have a bathroom.
"No it's not poop. Hold it in, and we're going to run home," I yelled from the slide as grabbed the girls and ran toward him.
"Ok, mom...." he said, grabbing my hand.
Suddenly, my hand was unexpectedly warm, and it was not just because Luke's hand was clammy from the impending GI doom.
"When I said, 'Hold it in', I did not LITERALLY MEAN WITH YOUR HAND!!" I cried. It was supposed to be just a short walk, so there was no diaper bag, and there were no random wipes hiding under the wheelchair. Am I new?!?! Any parent knows better than that.
Luke waddled home, Claire laughed because for once, the poop-tastrophie wasn't her fault, and I found some bleach and a beer. We got cleaned up, and tried that trip again.
Sometimes on a Monday you gamble and win. Sometimes you gamble and lose.
Today, Luke gambled on a fart....and lost.
Disclaimer #2: I don't care.
We have all been there. If you say you haven't, then you are a filthy liar. Everyone knows that familiar gurgle. You need a toilet ASAP, and the closest one is 15,400 miles away. You think to yourself, "No....not right now....I do NOT need to go to the bathroom."
Crap.
Yes I do.
You take a gamble and let a little fart squeeze out. But, to your dismay, that ain't gas that just came out of your butthole.
It was FINALLY sunny and warm here in SA after several gloomy, rainy days. Nothing in this world is more fun than being cooped up by yourself for consecutive days with three kids - said no parent EVER. So, after therapy this afternoon, we were ready to scamper off to the neighborhood park for some much needed Vitamin D.
Navigating Aubrey and Claire on the play equipment takes all of my energy, arm strength, and it leaves about .01% attention on Luke. So, when he yelled out that he was peeing behind a tree, I didn't think anything of it....until he didn't come out right away. He called out a second time, and I could hear the panic in his voice.
"Mom. Help me. It's poop."
Oh shit.
Our neighborhood park does NOT have a bathroom.
"No it's not poop. Hold it in, and we're going to run home," I yelled from the slide as grabbed the girls and ran toward him.
"Ok, mom...." he said, grabbing my hand.
Suddenly, my hand was unexpectedly warm, and it was not just because Luke's hand was clammy from the impending GI doom.
"When I said, 'Hold it in', I did not LITERALLY MEAN WITH YOUR HAND!!" I cried. It was supposed to be just a short walk, so there was no diaper bag, and there were no random wipes hiding under the wheelchair. Am I new?!?! Any parent knows better than that.
Luke waddled home, Claire laughed because for once, the poop-tastrophie wasn't her fault, and I found some bleach and a beer. We got cleaned up, and tried that trip again.
Sometimes on a Monday you gamble and win. Sometimes you gamble and lose.
Today, Luke gambled on a fart....and lost.
Sunday, January 29, 2017
The Birthday Party
After Claire was born and doctors suspected something was wrong, our minds were instantly consumed with what life would be like for her from a medical standpoint. As doctors struggle to put a name to her diagnosis, we constantly repeat the same history...the same statistics....the same list of meds...the same list of missed milestones. Somewhere in the midst of those clinical hours, you build up an emotional wall from keeping those same grim lists from hurting so much each time you think about them. Patrick said it perfectly one time - "Sometimes, I feel like we are her caregivers and not her parents."
Behind that emotional wall is the acceptance that your child won't have the same social experience that you grew up with. Looking back on our childhoods, many of our memories involve our friends. What would the memories look like for a child who can't even speak or walk? This weekend proved that those disabilities do not have to dictate a different childhood.
Claire was invited to a classmate's birthday party.
I will be honest - I cried when I opened the invitation. Then, I cried some more as I e-mailed the mom to explain that Claire in in a wheelchair, but I wanted her to participate in the party at the jumpy place (in case she didn't know Claire). Would it be ok if I stayed? It is hard to find a babysitter on a Saturday morning, so also needed to bring my other two kiddos. She probably thought I was nuts. I cried some more when she instantly wrote back asking what she could do to help Claire feel more included.
Walking into the party, I was a wreck. As much as I wanted Claire to participate, I did not want to face the awkward moments of trying to explain why she couldn't jump or say "Happy Birthday" or eat with everyone.
There were no awkward moments.
Every single child who was there from her class ran up to say hello. Some kids asked Luke to go play, and the grandparents instantly offered to take Aubrey so I could help Claire jump. After I clumsily pulled Claire through the little-kid-sized opening into the jumpy castle, we were surrounded by her classmates. "Hey! Look! Claire gets to jump!!" one little girl said, and "Oh, your Claire's mom - we play with her at school!" said another little boy.
For those few hours, I wasn't Claire's caregiver. I was the parent of a little girl at a birthday party having fun with her friends.
Best. Feeling. Ever.
Behind that emotional wall is the acceptance that your child won't have the same social experience that you grew up with. Looking back on our childhoods, many of our memories involve our friends. What would the memories look like for a child who can't even speak or walk? This weekend proved that those disabilities do not have to dictate a different childhood.
Claire was invited to a classmate's birthday party.
I will be honest - I cried when I opened the invitation. Then, I cried some more as I e-mailed the mom to explain that Claire in in a wheelchair, but I wanted her to participate in the party at the jumpy place (in case she didn't know Claire). Would it be ok if I stayed? It is hard to find a babysitter on a Saturday morning, so also needed to bring my other two kiddos. She probably thought I was nuts. I cried some more when she instantly wrote back asking what she could do to help Claire feel more included.
Walking into the party, I was a wreck. As much as I wanted Claire to participate, I did not want to face the awkward moments of trying to explain why she couldn't jump or say "Happy Birthday" or eat with everyone.
There were no awkward moments.
Every single child who was there from her class ran up to say hello. Some kids asked Luke to go play, and the grandparents instantly offered to take Aubrey so I could help Claire jump. After I clumsily pulled Claire through the little-kid-sized opening into the jumpy castle, we were surrounded by her classmates. "Hey! Look! Claire gets to jump!!" one little girl said, and "Oh, your Claire's mom - we play with her at school!" said another little boy.
For those few hours, I wasn't Claire's caregiver. I was the parent of a little girl at a birthday party having fun with her friends.
Best. Feeling. Ever.
Thursday, January 26, 2017
Hug, please!
While growing up, most of us were told not to talk to strangers. Parents hurriedly shush their children when they curiously try to strike up a conversation with adults and mutter a quick apology. We walk in and out of restaurants and stores while barely making eye contact with those around us.
The truth is - there are a lot of lonely people in this world. Whether it be someone who has suffered the death of a spouse, someone who has just gone through a divorce, a grandparent living far away from grandkids, or a family split apart during deployment, so many of those around us are lonely. And yet, we carry on about our daily business emotionally isolated from others nearby.
Until you go out with Luke.
As we walked into Starbucks this morning, he instantly waved to two ladies visiting at the table by the door.
"Hi! I'm Luke. Getting moo cow and a cake pop!" he said without missing a beat.
As the ladies laughed and waved hello, he scampered off to get in line. While waiting with his box of chocolate milk, he grabbed my arm and said, "Look mom! A cowboy!!" Before I could respond, he wiggled past the others in line to tap the hand of the cowboy who was four people ahead of us.
"I like your hat!!" he yelled enthusiastically. "I'm Luke. Hug, please!"
After looking to me for approval, the cowboy bent down and gave Luke a hug. "Hi Luke! It's nice to meet you. I'm cowboy Justin. Your hug sure made my morning."
Although I probably won't go around asking to hug everyone that I see, smiling and chatting with those around can quickly make the day better. Maybe it was the friendly gesture by the cowboy, maybe it was the coffee in my hand, but the chaos of the day didn't seem so bad as we left....after we said good-bye to everyone else in the store, of course.
The truth is - there are a lot of lonely people in this world. Whether it be someone who has suffered the death of a spouse, someone who has just gone through a divorce, a grandparent living far away from grandkids, or a family split apart during deployment, so many of those around us are lonely. And yet, we carry on about our daily business emotionally isolated from others nearby.
Until you go out with Luke.
As we walked into Starbucks this morning, he instantly waved to two ladies visiting at the table by the door.
"Hi! I'm Luke. Getting moo cow and a cake pop!" he said without missing a beat.
As the ladies laughed and waved hello, he scampered off to get in line. While waiting with his box of chocolate milk, he grabbed my arm and said, "Look mom! A cowboy!!" Before I could respond, he wiggled past the others in line to tap the hand of the cowboy who was four people ahead of us.
"I like your hat!!" he yelled enthusiastically. "I'm Luke. Hug, please!"
After looking to me for approval, the cowboy bent down and gave Luke a hug. "Hi Luke! It's nice to meet you. I'm cowboy Justin. Your hug sure made my morning."
Although I probably won't go around asking to hug everyone that I see, smiling and chatting with those around can quickly make the day better. Maybe it was the friendly gesture by the cowboy, maybe it was the coffee in my hand, but the chaos of the day didn't seem so bad as we left....after we said good-bye to everyone else in the store, of course.
Wednesday, December 14, 2016
8 months
I distinctly recall getting ready for Christmas last year while being pregnant thinking, "Next year at this time we'll have a little baby crawling around." Time always seems to go fast, but having Aubrey this past year has seemed to speed up time even more. Both Luke and Claire have always made us laugh with their unique little quirks, but Aubrey has taken that to a whole new level. In other news, we are in DEEP trouble when she is a teenager.
Top 5 Things To Remember About This Age
1. Sassy Pants - Some kids are quiet....others are shy - Aubrey is neither of those things. Clearly the third child, she knows she has to fight for attention. She has no problem doing that.
2. Sleep - Don't be messing with this kid's sleep. She wants her fish aquarium on, her star blanket smashed into her hand/against her face, paci in her mouth. As soon as she is happy, she sticks her feet straight into the air and flops onto her side not to be heard from for the next 3-10 hours (depending if it is naptime or bedtime).
3. Food - If you want to keep all 10 of your fingers, do not get in the way of Aubrey's puff supply. She is serious about those things.
4. Path of Terror - Despite her little T-Rex arms and round belly, she has mastered crawling. Suddenly, nothing is safe. Claire and Luke have got to toughen up because Aubrey's favorite target is typically whatever they are playing with. If they are at school, then she occupies her time by pulling cords, finding electrical outlets, or trying to catch the dogs. No one is safe.
5. Laid Back - When Luke was a baby, I never thought another Godinez baby would ever come close to how laid back he was. Wrong! She may be a little spitfire with her preferences, but Aubrey loves a good adventure. She has been on five trips, loves to ride in the car, and is content to ride around in the shopping cart/stroller for an afternoon. That is much appreciated because Claire's tolerance for any of those activities is exactly zero.
Bottom line: We're in for a wild ride with this one. When she is a teenager, I'll bookmark this post to remind us how excited we used to be about her sassiness.
Thursday, December 8, 2016
Perceptions
When Patrick and I are in the car together, I am in constant fear of impending death because I am convinced he is going to slam into the car in front of me. He always calmly and lovingly explains that we are nowhere near slamming into the car in front of me. Clearly, I need to again visit the eye doctor to check my depth perception. So, I often wonder - are we really not all seeing things the same way, or is it just me?
Not only does the debate over my eyesight leave me with questions, it is also my perception of reality that leaves me questioning if life is as "boring" as I often tell my friends and family when they call to check in.
Last week, I was over in Shreveport for a quick work trip with Squish, my Executive Assistant. I came back home to a fun weekend of date night, Christmas decorating, a Christmas party, running my half marathon, and after my celebratory nachos in the bathtub (because I'm classy like that), Patrick boarded a plane for a week in Vegas.
The kiddos had their 12 therapy appointments, and worked chugged along as usual. It's Thursday, and I'm at over 300 e-mails for the week - steady and standard. But somewhere in there, we're throwing in getting our Bossier house rented (yay), fighting with insurance on some of Claire's coverage (boo), two Christmas parties, and a Billy Joel concert. I don't feel like this is crazy or the least bit hectic because to us, it's just a normal week. There is plenty of time for chatting on the phone, watching Hallmark Christmas movies, and snuggling with the midgets. Any parent and/or working adult can relate to the usual daily grind.
Tonight, Claire's nurse cancelled her shift because she is sick, and the respite care office was trying to find a last-minute sub. The new placement nurse called to find out more about Claire, and I explained that she was pretty low acuity - no g-tube or trach, but non-verbal, limited use of limbs, in a wheelchair, uses diapers, in a cast for scoliosis, etc. She stopped me mid-sentence, and said, "That is NOT low acuity. You have just convinced yourself because she isn't hooked up to machines! She still needs a care-giver for all of her needs."
Oh.
So, maybe I my perceptions are a bit off. Maybe "boring" isn't the right word for us, or "low acuity" isn't the right way to describe Claire. All I know is whatever the heck we want to define this as, it is pretty dang fun....even if I have no depth perception.
Not only does the debate over my eyesight leave me with questions, it is also my perception of reality that leaves me questioning if life is as "boring" as I often tell my friends and family when they call to check in.
Last week, I was over in Shreveport for a quick work trip with Squish, my Executive Assistant. I came back home to a fun weekend of date night, Christmas decorating, a Christmas party, running my half marathon, and after my celebratory nachos in the bathtub (because I'm classy like that), Patrick boarded a plane for a week in Vegas.
The kiddos had their 12 therapy appointments, and worked chugged along as usual. It's Thursday, and I'm at over 300 e-mails for the week - steady and standard. But somewhere in there, we're throwing in getting our Bossier house rented (yay), fighting with insurance on some of Claire's coverage (boo), two Christmas parties, and a Billy Joel concert. I don't feel like this is crazy or the least bit hectic because to us, it's just a normal week. There is plenty of time for chatting on the phone, watching Hallmark Christmas movies, and snuggling with the midgets. Any parent and/or working adult can relate to the usual daily grind.
Tonight, Claire's nurse cancelled her shift because she is sick, and the respite care office was trying to find a last-minute sub. The new placement nurse called to find out more about Claire, and I explained that she was pretty low acuity - no g-tube or trach, but non-verbal, limited use of limbs, in a wheelchair, uses diapers, in a cast for scoliosis, etc. She stopped me mid-sentence, and said, "That is NOT low acuity. You have just convinced yourself because she isn't hooked up to machines! She still needs a care-giver for all of her needs."
Oh.
So, maybe I my perceptions are a bit off. Maybe "boring" isn't the right word for us, or "low acuity" isn't the right way to describe Claire. All I know is whatever the heck we want to define this as, it is pretty dang fun....even if I have no depth perception.
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