Friday, March 18, 2011

A Photoful Post

It's been awhile since I've shared some decent pics of my kids (read: ones that were taken on my "big girl" camera and not my iPhone), so I thought I'd bust out a post full o' pics of my little ones. Hope you enjoy!

First up are some pool pics from our recent family "vacation" to Cincinnati. These kids sure do love to swim and splash in the heated indoor hotel pool!

LO loves swimming!

This boy LOVES to splash!

Such a handsome little man!
Where's Chase??

Peek-a-boo, happy boy!
Getting worn out...

Just kiddin'! Let's keep splashin'!

Now on to our day at the park today. The weather was a super nice, so I decided to pack up the kids and some lunch and head to a park near hubs' office so he could join us for some fun! We had a nice picnic, followed by fun on the playground!

My first shot of LO. Not sure if she thought I was gonna steal her PB&J or what,
but something had to prompt this gem of a glare!

That's better!

Chase. Just bein' cute.

Love this messy grin!

Still bein' cute. Yes, he had a Dorito or two with lunch... ;)
No idea what he was doing. Just goofing off for the camera, I presume.

Soooooooooo big!

Trying to steal mommy's camera!

My beautiful girl!!!

Little Miss Hollywood getting her climb on.
Happy, crazy, silly girl!

One of Chase's newest skills... squatting! He's got all the control now and can go down and back up repeatedly. A big deal!

I love this handsome chunk o' goodness!

Not sure what he's up to, but I'm VERY sure I love it!

Miss Thing preparing to slide.

I just wanna gobble him up! Especially in the hat. Cutest. Lil' guy. Ever.

Beautiful girl!

My girl!

A new and favorite past-time: WALKING!!!

Yes, this boy LOVES to walk everywhere now! Such a proud mommy I am!

Seeing something worth pointing out...

Lovin' the swing!

Up to no good...

Tried to get ONE shot of BOTH kids together... and this was the best I could do. :(

Thursday, March 17, 2011

At it Again

I had some extra fabric and about 30 minutes of "free time" this morning (no idea how that happened!) so I threw together another pillowcase for Chase. This time I used a monkey print on the front and the same print from yesterday's pillowcase on the reverse side. I gotta admit... I'm getting kind of addicted to this sewing stuff! I'm looking into taking a class and learning more about the different types of sewing and embroidering machines out there so I can figure out which kind I'd want to purchase (I've been borrowing my mom's sewing machine for these pillowcase projects).

Front - complete with a monkey for my Lil' Monkey! :)

Reverse side

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Still Sew Exciting!

Those of you who have been reading my blog for some time might remember a little project I took on several years ago. It was sewing a pillowcase for LO -- my first official sewing project EVER!

It turned out pretty decent, if you ask me (for a first-timer anyway):

LO's pillow!

Obviously I couldn't NOT do the same thing for my little guy Chase! I picked up some fabric the other day and finally got to work on it this morning. Minus the trouble with inserting a bobbin (involving an impromptu visit from my mom for assistance), I'd say things went rather smoothly! Here's my finished product:

Chase's pillow!

I could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure Chase was excited about his first pillow. Either that, or the "boy" in him came out as he started tossing the pillow into the air and/or across the floor. He had a blast playing with it, but I have to wonder whether he actually knows what it's for? Obviously never having used a pillow before, he just figured it was a new fun toy.

Checking out his new pillow for the first time... pointing to the animals.
Still pointing at the different jungle animals.
Tossing the pillow for the 1,200th time... :)

"Where's Chase?!" ~ "Peekaboo!"

Pray for Aly Jean . . . Update

UPDATE: Aly's Fontan has been rescheduled to Monday, March 28th. Her surgeon, Dr. Bove, was needed on an emergency case and Aly's surgery was bumped. Please continue to pray for Jenny and Jeremy as they have to deal with the 2 hour drive home followed by another week and a half of anxious waiting to get this surgery behind them. I can only imagine how frustrating and disappointing it must be to have everything planned out to have as little impact on sweet Aly as possible only to have the rug pulled out from under them. Please keep them in your thoughts and prayers over the next few weeks.


Please pray for adorable little Aly Jean Lincoln as she undergoes her Fontan surgery at U of M today. Dr. Bove is an amazing surgeon, so not only is she in good hands physically, we all know she's being held in the Ultimate Healer's hands as well.

Please take a few minutes to pray for an uneventful surgery and a speedy recovery for Aly. Her mom, Jenny, is one of my beloved Sisters by Heart and I know how difficult it is to hand a precious child over for surgery.

You can follow Aly's story on her blog, http://www.alyjeansspecialheart.com.



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Tuesday, March 15, 2011

A Recap: Part V

Okay, so if you're still with me, and have read Part I, Part II, Part III and Part IV, I'm gonna tell you that this will be the final in this series recapping my weekend in California with my fellow heart sisters. I know, this has turned out to be a lot more blogging and lot more reading than I had intended and I'm sorry!

This part is just about my flight home. You'll probably recall that I'm not a flyer. Not a fan. Don't like it. But for obvious reasons, this trip was way too important for me to miss. The flights from home to LA were okay, minus the checked baggage fiasco at LAX. Imagine the fun for me that started Monday morning when I logged into my Delta account to see that my 10:35am flight had been delayed until 12:25pm. NOT cool. This would cause me to miss my connecting flight in Atlanta. I started to stress, but then I got a call from Delta. It was an automated message telling me my flight had been delayed, but they had gone ahead and "protected me" on a different flight out of LAX with a later connecting flight out of Atlanta.

Wow!

I was surprised and impressed! All I needed to do was print out my new boarding passes! The only real downside was that I'd get home an hour or so later than I had planned, which would have been after both kids were in bed. But my flight out of LA was supposed to leave around 11:25am (this is why I should've written this post sooner... I can't remember all of the details a week later!). So I got to the airport nice and early and got to my gate with a couple hours to spare. It was perfect!

Except there was NO free wireless Internet available.

Are you kidding me? LAX? What are you thinking?

I was bummed about this, but killed some time spending way too much money in the gift shop buying magazines, snacks and gifts for the kids. Before I knew it, it was time to board the plane. I was just two rows from first class, sandwiched in the middle of the 3-seat middle section (Best. Seat. Ever... NOT.). The captain had already been on once telling us we had a 20 minute delay before we could leave the gate... lovely. I kept watching the clock to make sure I'd make my connection in Atlanta.

The last few people were boarding the plane, and there wasn't much room in the overhead compartments. A middle-aged couple was desperately trying to find room in the overhead bins on my row, and started looking at moving this bag to that bin, then turning it this way, then putting their bag in the other bin, etc. I won't lie, there was a lot of finagling going on with the bags.

Enter: Horribly Awful Obnoxious Girl (HAOG).

She was dressed in black, probably mid-20s, almost-shaved head and earrings and tattoos. There was a certain "something" about her. She was waiting behind middle-aged bag couple and was obviously growing irritated with the wait to get past them so she could get to her seat. And note, she was carrying a VERY large duffel bag and another rather large personal item (purse maybe?). Finally, she'd had enough.

In a very rude and obnoxious tone, she told the couple to move aside so other people could get by.

The husband mentioned the overhead bins were full and asked where she planned to put her bags?

She responded, "Up your a$$."

Yes, obviously not the most polite, child-friendly language. I was shocked and immediately looked away and pretended to read all about Charlie Sheen's latest antics in my People magazine (yawn).

The wife muttered a comment about how rude and offensive that comment was. But HAOG wasn't done yet.

She made another comment about how much he'd like it, that he enjoys that kind of thing.

Ohmygoodness.

I couldn't believe the nerve of this girl!

The couple eventually got out of her way to let her pass. However, the flight attendant told her that her bag would need to be checked at the gate because there was no room in the overhead bin.

She muttered some profanities and kept walking towards the rear of the plane.

The flight attendant again called to her and told her she needed to check her bag.

HAOG dropped her large duffel bag in the aisle and told the flight attendant to come and get it herself.

I was about ready to duck under my seat and cower in fear over what might happen next.

Eventually they were able to get the girl off the plane to check her bag.

Ten minutes go by.

Another ten minutes go by.

The captain finally came on and apologized to the passengers for the delay, but that we had a security issue that needed to be resolved. They were looking for the passenger's bag under the plane and once it was located, we would be able to get moving.

I looked at the time. It was about 12:20. My original flight, which was delayed until 12:25, would most likely take off BEFORE the flight I was on. I was not a happy camper.

We finally got off the ground what seemed like FOREVER later. I can imagine the HAOG being completely indifferent and refusing to tell the security folks which bag was hers, etc., to where they had baggage guys climbing all over the luggage looking for her exact tag. What a mess!

Luckily, this plane was a massive 777 (ack!) and made some sweet time flying from LAX to ATL.

The ginormous plane from LAX to ATL.
My flight to LAX was almost 5 hours. The flight from LAX? Just over 3 hours. It was bookin' it and I was so glad! I was hopeful I could make my original flight from ATL to home so I could return at the same time I had originally planned.

We arrived around 7:20pm and my original scheduled flight was at 7:25pm. I knew there was no way I'd make it. But I was still determined to try. I got off the flight and ran about 1,200 miles to the gate where I thought the flight was scheduled to depart from. There was still a plane at the gate, but there were no Delta reps at the counter. I ran to another gate across the aisle and inquired about the flight.

That's when they told me that wasn't the flight I thought it was. Apparently my original 7:25pm flight out of Atlanta was at another gate... about another 1,200 miles away.

I was disappointed to say the least, until the gate reps told me that the flight had been delayed until 7:50pm. I could totally make that! And it would get me home earlier than the 8:30pm flight they had booked me on! The reps were going to add me to the 7:50pm flight and my job was to run my buns off to get to the gate in time. Easier said than done.

I learned exactly how out of shape I am at my old age. I was dying. DYING I say!!!

Luckily, I made it to the gate in time and confirmed I was added to the flight and received my new boarding pass. There was about a 15 minute wait before boarding began, and I was beyond thrilled to make that earlier flight after all. I got home around 8:30pm, just as I had planned all along.

It was wonderful to get home. It was wonderful to give my girl some hugs and kisses that night, and to see my sweet boy the following morning. But most of all, it was wonderful to have a darling husband who was willing to let me go for 3 days, was willing to fly solo with our two little ones, and willing to support me in doing something I absolutely felt called to do. What an amazing trip with amazing friends and an amazing celebration of sweet little Travis.

This is totally unrelated to today's recap (it probably should have been in Part II or III), but I couldn't NOT share a few pics I captured of little Bodie while in LA...

Going to town on some homemade guacamole. And yes, that is paint on his face (in case you were wondering).

The little "princess" sporting a tiara, complements of his daddy. So very cute!!
My favorite photo of the entire weekend.
No, he didn't down the Bud Light but the photo (and the expression on his face!) sure makes it look like he did!

Special THANK YOU to Amy for letting me crash with her family during my stay in Los Angeles. It was such an amazing trip and I was so blessed to meet so many of my fellow heart sisters!!!

Monday, March 14, 2011

Not So Short n' Sweet . . . The One Where Chase has RSV

Wow. What a weekend. I'm gonna keep this brief for reasons you'll identify once I'm finished with this post. Long story short? We headed to Cincinnati last Thursday to enjoy a 4-day weekend with hubs' family, some of whom were flying in from California, New York and Florida, and some who where driving in from Illinois, North Carolina and us from South Carolina. It was a big gathering and was to be oh-so-much fun!

Unfortunately, "fun" wasn't in the cards for hubs, Chase and I. LO was a different story. She had a blast with Gramma & PaPa and her favorite Aunt D. She was the least of our worries.

Chase, on the other hand, was in the mood for an eventful weekend.

Thursday evening, the four of us had a quiet fast-food dinner in our hotel room. Such a glorious event after driving for 8+ hours and enjoying--you guessed it!--a fast-food lunch, too! So is the life with small kids, I guess. Anywho, Friday we were able to have a little fun. There was a trip to the pool after breakfast, lunch at Red Robin (complete with the end-all, be-all complete and total BLOW OUT diaper courtesy of Chase. It was a strip-him-down-and-change-his-clothes kind of event. Glad I was prepared with a spare outfit! Sheesh.). He didn't seem to be feeling the greatest, and hadn't been eating well for a few days, although he had quadrupled his liquid intake, which I was grateful for (can't have him getting dehydrated on top of everything else we had to look forward to!). He was wiped out and couldn't keep from falling asleep at the restaurant.

Snoozin' at Red Robin...

After the blow-out diaper, we quickly boxed up our leftovers and headed back to the hotel. Both kids had an "okay" nap (if I remember correctly... it's been a long few days) and Friday evening, we were to have a pizza party with the entire family in one of the available meeting rooms at the hotel. We were worried how Chase would respond -- he's not a fan of crowds these days, but we hoped for the best and took him anyway.

He wasn't a big fan.

Initially.

After some coercing, we were able to get him to eat. Of course, his chair was facing the wall, away from the room full of people (most of whom were strangers to the little guy). After a bit longer, he loosened up and had fun with his walker toy and enjoyed playing with mommy and daddy. Then it got to be late and he was ready for bed. We left hubs and LO with the family fun and Chase and I headed up to get ready for bed.

I put him down around 9pm, which was a little later than usual, but I wanted to be sure to give him time to unwind after the eventful day he'd had.

Hubs and LO came up an hour or so later, and everyone went to bed for the night.

Unfortunately, Chase was up around 1am and was NOT a happy camper. Hubs got up with him, gave him some juice, and got him to lay back down. Maybe 20 minutes later, he's up again, fussing away. I went out and checked on him. He felt warm so I took his temp (under his arm as I usually do). It was 100.5, which, after adding a degree, meant 101.5. I gave him some Tylenol and tried to soothe him the best I could. He wanted to be held (fine by me!) and was able to snooze in and out for 20 minutes here and there. Around 3am, he woke up and was miserable. I called his pediatrician's office back home, and I explained our situation to the nurse when she called me back.

Even after I explained to her that Chase is a single-ventricle baby with HLHS, she told me not to worry about taking him to the ER until his rectal temp was over 105 degrees.

WHAT?! Are you kidding me?!!

I don't think so. This is just yet another example of why we are So. Fed. Up. with our current peds office. They treat Chase with the cookie-cutter, "once size fits all" approach and that just does NOT work for a hypoplast.

After hanging up on the peds nurse, I put a call into Chase's cardiologist. One of the docs from his office called me back and I quickly explained the situation. He told me if we were at home, he would have asked me to take Chase to our ER so he could meet us there to look him over and make sure he's okay. But we weren't at home. We were in Ohio. It just so happens that Cincinnati Children's Hospital Medical Center has a very reputable pediatric cardiac center, ranked #9 in the nation. Our cardiologist recommended we take him in to the Emergency Department as he, too, was not at all comfortable with waiting until Chase's temp was over 105. DUH!

I woke hubs up and told him about the situation, and we were able to have my mother-in-law sit in our room with LO so we could head to the hospital.

I'll fast-forward through this. It was a good visit. In and out in 2 1/2 hours, which is pretty impressive in my opinion for an ER visit. They did a respiratory/viral panel (results take 24 hours) and a chest x-ray, which came back clear. His temp was down to 101. WHEW! They gave us a prescription for Tamiflu, 2x/day for 5 days, and instructed us to have our pediatrician's office call the hospital on Sunday to obtain the results of the viral panel. If it was negative, would could discontinue the Tamiflu.

The rest of Saturday was a blur. Both Chase and I napped intermittently throughout the day. I have no idea what LO was up to, but knew she was having a blast and that's all that mattered. Saturday night while the big family headed to a local restaurant for dinner, we ordered room service and stayed in. It really is hard to miss out on the fun, especially when on vacation, especially when so much family was all together at once which is so rare, but obviously we have to do what we do to protect our son and keep him safe as much as possible from germs and viruses and other bad things that can be devastating to his fragile, handsome little body. We enjoyed our evening together and were anxious to get on the road to get back home and settle our boy in his own bed.

Sunday morning we left after brunch, and Chase was in a word: AMAZING. He was unbelievable. He slept. He watched movies (Toy Story trilogy, anyone?). He ate snacks and drank juice. He was amazing! We made good time and got home around 6pm, plenty of time to unpack, start laundry, feed the kids dinner, do baths and get them to bed on time (extra impressive considering we lost an hour Saturday night due to the time change!).
Snoozin' on the car ride home...

Chase went to bed fine, and hubs and I were ready to hit the hay ourselves by 10pm. No sooner had we both stepped foot into our room with the intention of sleeping did our boy wake up, wailing. I went in there to check on him, and he was like I've never seen him before. Thrashing. Kicking. Arching his back. Crying. Screaming. Trouble inhaling. Absolutely inconsolable.

I didn't know what to do. I brought him to our bedroom and hubs and I tried to soothe him, but nothing worked. Eventually I was able to get him to watch TV and eat a few snacks and have some juice. He calmed down. About 20 minutes later we put him back to bed.

About an hour and a half later, we repeated the process above. The flailing. The kicking. The screaming. I can only equate it to what I would imagine a person goes through when having withdrawal symptoms. It's like he was angry but didn't know why or where he was or what was going on. Or maybe he was in so much pain he didn't know how to express it (obviously can't put it into words). Hubs and I figured the only thing that was different was that he'd been on Tamiflu for 48 hours. It was the only variable.

About 2am, I was on the phone with Cincinnati Children's emergency department to obtain the results of his test and see if would could discontinue the Tamiflu. I had to leave a message and couldn't get through to the charge nurse. We were able to get Chase back down to bed again, and this time he stayed asleep through what was left of the night. I was able to speak with the charge nurse around 6am and she agreed that we should stop the Tamiflu since he's having such an adverse reaction to it, but lo and behold, she had NO TEST RESULTS in her computer from his viral panel. I was frustrated by this but would call back later in the day to try again.

So far today (Monday), Chase has been acting much better. He's still nowhere near himself, but he's much better off than he had been the past several days. He's eating a little bit, his drinking has slowed some, but not significantly, and he's not had a fever all day (Praise the Lord!). I just put him down for an afternoon nap about an hour ago, and he's stayed asleep so far. Yay!

Before I put him down for his nap, I got a call from our local pediatrician's office and the nurse told me she heard back from Cincinnati Children's with Chase's test results.

He tested positive for RSV (Respiratory Syncytial Virus).
RSV is a respiratory virus that infects the lungs and breathing passages. Most otherwise healthy people recover from RSV infection in 1 to 2 weeks. However, infection can be severe in some people, such as certain infants, young children, and older adults. In fact, RSV is the most common cause of bronchiolitis (inflammation of the small airways in the lung) and pneumonia in children under 1 year of age in the United States.
Lovely.

Our poor boy!

We are VERY grateful he's had monthly Synegis shots (one in each leg, once per month) for the past five months. There is no vaccine for RSV, but the monthly Synegis shots help his body fight RSV should he become infected. Thankfully, we realize this situation could have been MUCH WORSE had he not had his latest Synegis dose on Feb. 28th.

Suffice it to say, for those of you out there who may question why we do what we do, or feel that we're too overprotective or too obsessive-compulsive about germs and protecting our family from the germs that cause viruses like RSV...

THIS IS WHY WE DO WHAT WE DO.

I wish we could've done more to protect him from getting RSV in the first place. Maybe we should've canceled our trip to Cincinnati. Maybe we should have kept Chase from the pizza party with all the family in a small enclosed room. We have no idea where or how he contracted RSV, and we obviously never will. And we realize we can't protect him from everything, but this is why we have to be so overprotective and proactive about keeping Chase away from germs that cause viruses. This could have been a much more disastrous weekend, but we praise God for His hand of protection on Chase, and for giving hubs and I the knowledge to do whatever is necessary to keep Chase in the best health possible.

A side note: The peds nurse mentioned that once RSV is contracted, it's very likely that he'll pick up secondary infections or viruses, like an ear infection or sinus infection, and have a new bout of symptoms to treat. I'm praying this isn't the case. His heart catheterization with LPA ballooning is scheduled for two weeks from today. I don't want to reschedule this procedure due to illness. Please pray that Chase continues to improve and does not pick up any new viruses. His little body is tired and needs a break from fighting off these nasty germs and things that healthy folks like us would barely sneeze at.

A Recap: Part IV

Sunday afternoon, it was time for us to make the 2 hour drive from LA to San Diego for the purpose of which we were all in California: to attend Travis' Celebration of Life service. All of us knew that was where we were going and we all knew why we were going, but none of us wanted to dwell on it or spend too much time thinking about it beforehand. As you can imagine, as we pulled into the parking lot at that beautiful park on that amazingly sunny Sunday afternoon, it hit us all like a ton of bricks.

We proceeded to head towards the gathering place and had the joy and privilege of meeting Nicole and Roger for the first time. I'm not sure Nicole registered who exactly we were: me from SC, Jenny from MI, Stacey from AZ and of course, Amy and Sara from LA (who she had already met before).

The service was in a word: AMAZING. Such beautiful stories were shared about such a beautiful, vibrant, funny and adorable little angel who was taken from this world oh so very soon. It was obvious the love that was felt for Travis by everyone who was there, including people (like myself) who had never had the privilege of meeting the little guy in person! I was amazed that Travis' surgeon not only attended the Celebration, but also shared a few words about that fateful day when Travis went home to be with Jesus. It was heartbreaking to feel those feelings about such a devastating loss, and to know that I could just as easily be in Nicole and Rogers' shoes in the blink of an eye. Such is the life with a heart baby. There are no guarantees, and it truly is more than likely that we as parents will outlive our special children. It's a devastating and morbid thought to ponder but sadly, it's our reality. And it hurts more than anyone can understand.

After the beautiful service, we headed outside for a balloon release.

Travis' Celebration of Life service. This place was packed, folks, with standing room only
What an amazing testament to an amazing little man!
Bodie "represented" all of our little heart kiddos by kissing and releasing a balloon for Travis.
Letting the balloon go!
Bye-bye, balloon!
Fly high, balloons! Tell that sweet boy in Heaven how much his family and friends miss his beautiful smile!

The balloon release was followed by a delicious lunch provided by some dear friends of the family. It was so wonderful to spend time together with these amazing people, enjoying a yummy meal on the comfort of a blanket spread out in the park on a sunny afternoon, sharing and talking about the sweet life of Travis DiCarlo. It was difficult to say our good-byes to Nicole, knowing we all wished we could spend so much more time with her, and not knowing how long it would be before we had another chance to get together again (for a more enjoyable purpose than saying goodbye to one of our own). We hugged tightly and headed on our way back to LA. The sky grew cloudy and overcast as we left San Diego, and I had no doubt that Travis had a word with the Big Guy Himself and asked him to keep the sun shining over his loved ones in San Diego.

Travis, you will forever be in our hearts and minds and your family will always be lifted up in prayer as they learn how to navigate this world without you. You were a blessing and an amazing fighter and will be truly missed by all of us who were touched by your life and smile.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

A Recap: Part III

It was so sweet of Amy to want to take Jenny and I on a California tourist trip to Venice Beach. Unfortunately, she confessed she hadn't been there in about 5 years.

Uh, oh.

It was, um... different. We easily found a parking space, but not-so-easily paid for what we guessed to be 2 hours on the parking meter. But that would be plenty of time, since we were just there to grab a bite to eat for lunch and enjoy the warm California sunshine. We opted not to eat at any of the 13 restaurants near our parking spot, and instead, were promised by sweet Amy that there was a slew of dining options just down the beach. So we started walking. And walking. And walking some more. And things started to get weird. And weirder. And weirder some more. Let's just say there are some images burned into my retina that I will never be able to remove. Imagine a speedo. Nothing but a speedo. A gold, shiny, metallic speedo. On a very tan man. A very wrinkly, tan man. On roller skates. In his 60s. Yes, friends. It's true.

And it got more interesting. Medical marijuana. Ever heard of it? Venice Beach has! Apparently there are "medical professionals" donned in their best beachwear every 10 yards claiming to be the source of your best deal on medical marijuana. It's true!

We kept walking (albeit quicker and with more purpose and less wandering eyes) but seemed to only happen upon fast-food type joints with no dining area. So we kept walking. And walking some more.

Keep in mind: Amy has a medical boot on one foot to help her broken foot heal and was told to limit her time on her feet. Jenny and I were just along for the ride, but both of us probably with an increasingly hungry appetite. And both of us fearing slightly for our lives considering the crowd we found ourselves in.

And we kept walking. And walking. And walking some more.

Finally, after about 30 minutes or so, we found a little deli place that we agreed would be a good place to eat and headed in.

I'm gonna make a long, uninteresting story short. I ordered the BBQ sandwich plate with fries and no cole slaw. The waitress mentioned their cole slaw was really good, but I said no thanks, I'm just not a fan of the stuff. Truly, I hate cole slaw. I mentioned it was the mayonnaise part that I didn't like most and she said their cole slaw was "creamy." Oh, okay. That makes everything different, right? So I figured, why not? I'm on a sort of "vacation" for the day, so why not live on the edge and give it a try? I asked her to put it on the side (indicating my lack of faith I'd actually like it).

When she bright it out, it looked like every other side of cole slaw I'd ever seen.

I waited 'til the end of lunch before giving it a teeny, tiny try. Instinctively, I smelled it first. Wouldn't you?

It smelled like every other side of cole slaw.

I went for it.

It was nasty.

Just like I'd imagined every other side of cole slaw I'd ever seen would have been nasty.

But I gave myself kudos anyway for being willing to try something new. Yay!

Now it was time to hike the 1,200 miles back to to car. It was a scary little journey, seeing most of what we saw on the way down, including Captain Speedo. Bi we managed to make it to the car only to find--yep!--a parking ticket. Poor Amy. I never really understood the problem or what we did wrong, other than taking longer than expected to walk to lunch and back.

Oh, well.

Next up, in Part IV, apparently, I'll share with you about our evening together with FIVE of us Sisters by Heart meeting each other for the first time. It was, in a word, amazing! I might try to speed it all up a bit with shorter summaries because I've got to cover a very special day on Sunday at Travis' Celebration of Life service, and of course, my tumultuous return flights home on Monday.

Stay tuned!!


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Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Interrupting Myself . . .

I'm going to interrupt my very own scheduled blogging of last weekend's recap. If you're interested, you can read Part I and Part II and check back soon for Part III!

Instead, I wanted to share about an amazing organization that I knew nothing about until literally, last Monday, February 28th. Fellow heart mom Jenny, whose daughter Aly is having her Fontan next Wednesday (please pray!), posted on Facebook about a non-profit organization called Heartfelt Couture and I was intrigued. This non-profit sent Jenny an adorable princess hospital gown and personalized prayer pillow to Jenny for Aly's upcoming surgery. And can I just say? They. Were. Adorable.

Of course, with Chase's heart cath scheduled for later this month, I loved the idea of seeing him in a cute little gown instead of the standard yucky MUSC yellow. Here, see what I mean from his last heart cath one year ago:


Totally awesome, right?

Well, the thought of something fun, cute and special to Chase was just too much to handle so I emailed Keri, the founder of Heartfelt Couture. We exchanged a few messages that evening about what Chase is into... not the least of which is Toy Story.

Imagine my surprise when ONE WEEK LATER, we received this in our mailbox:


Oh. Em. Gee! Right?! Seriously, how cute is this?! Although I'm dreading handing my boy over for such an invasive procedure, complete with general anesthesia and an overnight stay, I have to admit he's gonna be the cutest little guy in all of the Same Day Cath Lab at MUSC Children's Hospital!

Thank you SO MUCH to Keri and the folks at Heartfelt Couture for making both mine and my little boy's day brighter when we head to MUSC for his heart catheterization. You are making a difference by bringing a smile to the otherwise dreadful experiences of heart families and their hospital stays!

A Recap: Part II

After putting the kids to bed Friday night, I finished up the last of my packing and prepared for an early morning. My flight was leaving at 6:20 AM so I had my alarm set for 4:15 AM (i.e. the middle of the night as far as I'm concerned). Saturday morning was smooth and I was easily able to get through Airport Security and to the gate to wait on my flight. I was still very nervous about flying, but because God had made it very clear to me that this was in fact what He wanted me to do, I had an overwhelming peace that calmed my nerves.

As I boarded the flight, they told me I couldn't carry on my small rolling suitcase and made me check it at the gate. I wasn't surprised. Hubs told me to expect that since I was flying on a smaller plane. The flight into Atlanta was delayed slightly, and with only a scheduled 55 minute layover, which turned into more like a 30 minute layover, I was waiting impatiently at the gate to retrieve my suitcase, and my butt was bookin' it to the next gate (on the other side of creation) to make my connecting flight to LAX. I hurried like a crazy person, didn't have time to stop for a potty break or to pick up some trashy celebrity magazines, and arrived at the gate just in time for the final boarding call.

Whew!

Not as relaxing as I had hoped, but at least I made it on the flight! And I was a bit surprised when they made me check my suitcase at the gate again, but I wasn't too worried since I'd get it back when I deplaned. It was lovely being sandwiched between two people for this 5 hour flight. At least the plane had TV screens in each headrest, so I previewed a few movies and was going to make the $6 commitment to help pass the time. Unfortunately, they needed to "reboot" the lousy Linux system and once they did, my TV never came back up. Awesome. But it wasn't a big deal. They at least had WiFi available on the plane, so I was able to chat with hubs on MSN throughout the flight on my iPhone. It was nice having him "with me" during that long flight.

I arrived in LAX essentially on time and headed off the plane. I wondered why I didn't see any checked baggage appearing at the gate. I asked a Delta guy and he told me the checked bags would be at baggage claim.

WHAT!?

Let me remind you guys... I don't fly. I handed my suitcase over at the gate and expected to pick it up at the gate, just as on my flight to Atlanta. But NO. I had to go to baggage claim with the rest of the 300+ people on the flight and wait indefinitely for them to send my checked bag down the carousel. Seriously. Why did I bother elimination 1,200 things from my packing list so it could all fit in my small carry-on so I could avoid lost luggage and waiting on baggage when apparently the airline was gonna force me to go through all of that anyway? As you can imagine, I was quite irritated. Compound that with the fact that I was talking with heart mama Jenny, who was picking me up at the airport, as I headed to baggage claim, only to have my call dropped and suddenly have NO SERVICE. I tried going outside, pacing around the baggage claim area, going back up the escalator to "higher ground" -- all to no avail. So here I was, no bag, no cell phone, no way of telling my ride I had to wait on my bag instead of meet her out front as expected.

((major sigh))

After what seemed like FOREVER, my freshly dented/tweaked bag finally made its way to the carousel and I was finally able to officially begin my California trip. I headed outside, was miraculously able to get in touch with Jenny, and jumped in the car with her. Keep in mind, this is someone I've never once met in real life. I know her from her blog and from Facebook and from our Sisters by Heart group, but for all intents and purposes, she was a random stranger in a rental car and I just jumped right in with her! Of course I knew her well enough to know I was fine, and honestly, it was amazing how well we clicked as we drove from the airport to heart mama Amy's house. And meeting Amy? Just as easy and carefree and natural as catching up with a friend you haven't seen in years! These ladies are BEYOND awesome. Seriously.

Sorry to cut this one short, but my boy is up and ready for breakfast!

Next up? Our trip to Venice Beach. Our unexpectedly costly, eye-scarring trip to Venice Beach, complete with an impromptu workout and "creamy" cole slaw!  :)

Here's a sneak peak. Of Venice Beach. Not the cole slaw...

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

A Recap: Part I

Whew! What a crazy, whirlwind weekend! So much to share and, quite literally, so little time to do so (we're getting to the end of today's nap time and there are 1,200 other things on my To Do List!). So I'll just start sharing and we'll see where it goes, mkay? (Note: I've been writing for far too long now and realize I'm not going to get to all of the weekend in one recap, so this is now deemed "Part I" of an unknown number of parts...)

My heart was shattered at the loss of little Travis DiCarlo. There was nothing more I wanted than to be there with his family and friends to celebrate his life on Sunday, March 6th. But the celebration was in their hometown of San Diego. As in, California. Whoa. That's a long drive from South Carolina! See, I'm not a flyer. I don't know why, other than the constant fear of my flight plummeting to the ground. Ya, I guess really it's just that. So not a flyer.

But my heart ached to be with Nicole and throw my arms around her. So I started to think about it.

I emailed super-awesome heart mom to Bodie, Amy, who lives in LA and was obviously planning to attend the celebration, and asked for her thoughts on where to fly into, where to stay, etc. (I guess if you live anywhere in California, you automatically know everything about all of California). Well imagine my surprise when darling Amy suggested I fly into LAX and stay with her family and ride to the celebration service with her! Whaa?? She's so wonderful, right? So it helped that I no longer had to concern myself with hotels or rental cars. It made me want to go even more, now for the added bonus of staying with one of my very own Sisters by Heart. Not to mention the fact that The Amazing Sara, another SBH heart mom to Townes, also lives in LA less than 10 minutes from Amy. Visiting with two SBH heart moms? I was really feeling led to go now!

But I don't fly. I just don't.

But I figured I'd email wonderful SBH heart mom to Aly, Jenny, and tell her I was considering the idea of maybe going, just to see if maybe--just maybe--she'd jump on board, too. I would wait to hear back from her.

Saturday night, a week before Travis' celebration service, I sat on the couch next to hubs and had him walk me through the Delta website to pick flights, etc. I had entered my credit card info and just had to click "Purchase." But the fear. OH, the durn fear! It kept me from following through with the plan. Ugh! My heart was aching and torn! I wanted to be there for Trav's service. I wanted to finally meet some of my SBH heart moms in person. I wanted to get past that fear!

But I couldn't.

The next morning, I was sitting at the piano, waiting for church to begin. Imagine my surprise when a portion of the Call to Worship that was read as the service was starting essentially said, and I'm paraphrasing here, but, "Hey, dummie! Why in the world are you worried about the possibility of your flight plummeting to the earth a week from now?! Don't you know today has enough to worry about? Let God handle what lies ahead -- not you!"

Wow.

It spoke to me, as you might imagine.

Our pastor spoke on Matthew 6:24:
"Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don't get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. (emphasis mine) God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes.
Wow.

How about that? It seemed to me that God was telling me to go. He was telling me not to worry about the flight. He was telling me that He would take care of me.

I left that service knowing what I needed to do.

And yet God wasn't done confirming in my heart that this trip was His will for me. My heart mom friend Jenny? The one I had emailed? She wrote back that afternoon saying, essentially, she too had wanted to be there for Trav's service, but it was only a sort of "pipe dream" until she saw my email. Knowing that I was also considering the trip confirmed for her that she needed to go as well.

Isn't God amazing?

He calmed my heart. He helped me over a major fear. He took my worries and replaced them with confidence, assurance and peace.

I booked my flights that Sunday afternoon and started planning to be away from my husband and kids for the FIRST TIME for three full days.

The night before I would leave, I tucked my kids into bed and kissed them for the last time knowing it would be three full days before having the chance to do so again. I read to LO the book she picked out, which happened to be the story of Noah's Ark. When I was done with the last page, I closed the book, set it down, and proceeded to tell her it was time to pray. For some unknown reason, she absolutely insisted that I read what was written on the back of the book. I told her it was nothing and we needed to say our prayers. She insisted again. I begrudgingly picked the book up and began to read. It was the last two lines that got me...


...learn that God protects those who love him--no matter how scary the ride!

Part II coming soon!

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Glenniversary

I'm the worst mommy ever because I let Chase's 1-year Glenniversary go by last Thursday, March 3rd, without recognizing what a huge accomplishment it was and how far we've come since then! So here's my post, a few days late, recapping what my sweet boy went through. Here's a summary of what was completed during this surgery:
We met with Dr. Bradley a few moments ago to discuss Chase's surgery. Everything went very well! He was able to patch the pulmonary arteries and connect the SVC to the pulmonary artery. It turns out he WAS able to access his coarctation and patch that narrowing as well, which is a wonderful blessing! Hopefully that will eliminate the need for us to bring him back for additional balloon procedures in the cath lab. Praise the Lord!!!
And here's a summary in pictures:
Seeing him for the first time after his Glenn: March 3, 2010.
My strong warrior.
Little monkey.
My sweet boy... a little swollen.
Extubated!
Not a fan of being stuck in the hospital...
He loved to hold a finger for comfort (and still does), so the nurse wrapped up some gauze for him to hold while mommy was away.
REALLY ready to get home, but not quite able to give up the oxygen. :(
Let's get outta here, Mommy!
All smiles!
Finally discharged and on our way home exactly one week post-op: March 10, 2010.

I am so proud of my sweet warrior boy and his amazing strength! He has been through more in his 16 months than most people will go through in their lifetime. I cannot imagine my life without him. He has taught me so much and continues to do so every day. I no longer take the little things for granted. Every accomplishment and milestone is a reason to celebrate! God knew exactly what He was doing when He blessed us with our sweet little Chase. His special little heart makes our family complete!

Congratulations, Chase!!!

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Shoesies!

So I ordered something fun and cute for my boy and was so excited when they finally arrived!

What was it, you say?

Oh, you know... Just the world's most adorable Toy Story Crocs!!!


Aren't they the cutest?


Chase is totally besties with Buzz these days, and Woody sometimes, too.


Don't let the lack of enthusiasm on his face in this next one confuse you into thinking he doesn't absolutely love his new Crocs. It just so happened that Yo Gabba Gabba! was on TV and his focus was slightly distracted... :)


Oh, and did I mention these cuties are only $14.99 (50% off regular price!) from Crocs.com?

Yay!

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Can You Help?

I need help. I need advice. I need suggestions or anything you can come up with.

My heart is hurting. I am grieving. I am at a loss.

My fellow readers and certainly the heart community know that the world lost a beautiful smile coupled with a pair of the brightest eyes ever known to man 10 days ago. Travis Gary DiCarlo. He was Chase's heart buddy. His mom is my heart mom friend. I've never met either of them, but my heart is hurting nonetheless.

Obviously this is a devastating situation. But the hardest part for me is to know my dear heart mom friend is suffering like never before. She's feeling an unimaginable loss that cannot be put into words. And I'm on the other side of the country with no idea how to possibly provide comfort to her. It hurts like crazy that Travis is in heaven, but it also hurts to imagine the pain Nicole is feeling and to be powerless to support her through this tragedy.

Can you help? Help me help Nicole! I just want to be a good friend and I want her to know that her loss is our loss, and we love her and care for her and are lifting her up in prayer.

So besides the obvious (praying like crazy!), can you think of anything I can do to help her?

Please?

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Toesies

I couldn't help but share this on the blog... When I saw my sister at church Sunday morning, she showed me the new pedicure she had done on Saturday. It was the sweetest thing ever! Along with the beautiful red nail polish, there were lovely hearts on her big toes with the letter "C" in the middle -- in honor of my sweet Chase!

Isn't that the sweetest thing ever?

Her sandals were totally cute, too!