Catie was trying to get my attention a few days ago, saying, "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!" I told her to wait a minute until I finished what I was doing. She paused for a few seconds and then tried a different tactic, "Mewissa, Mewissa!"
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We were getting ready for work one morning when Catie bounced into the bathroom saying, 'I got an idea!" We chuckled and asked her what her idea was. She paused and thought for a minute, then said, "I don't know!"
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I was getting Catie set up at the table with her watercolors for some painting time. I had a brilliant idea and went and got her medicine dropper, filled it with water and then squirted a few drops into each color section. As Catie watched me, she suddenly realized the instrument I was using and blurted out, "Hey... wait a minute!"
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One evening around Christmas, we were at my mother's house. My sisters were having fun talking to Catie and getting her to make animal sounds.
"What does a cow say?"
"Moooo!"
To be silly, one of us asked, "What does a Daddy say?"
Catie thought for a second and said, "Shh!"
We all had a good laugh, then my sister asked her, "What does a Mommy say?"
Catie responded, "I wuv you!"
And we awwed and thought that was really cute and commented on her creativity in responding.
A few days later, in the car, Catie was singing "The Wheels on the Bus Go Round and Round." Then she started on a verse that Brian and I had never heard before, but that they obviously sing in daycare, "The Daddies on the bus go 'Shh, shh, shh'..."
Monday, January 26, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Scary Day
Wednesday of this week was a very scary day. Catie had been running a fever the night before, so that morning I called her pediatrician for an appointment. They could actually see her in about 40 minutes, so I rushed to get us ready and get out the door.
I locked the front door and ushered Catie to the driveway, suddenly noticing that the car was completely and heavily frosted. As I buckled Catie into her car seat and started the heat running, I realized that I didn't have my gloves and decided it would take too much time to get them, so I started scraping the windows bare-handed.
We started down the road, my fingers numb and aching, my body stressed from rushing, when suddenly I did NOT feel good. I desperately started praying and looking for a place to pull over, and then sighted a driveway just as my vision started to blur. I pulled in, put the car in park and pulled the emergency brake, made sure the doors were unlocked, laid my seat back, picked up my cell phone and pressed Brian's speed dial number. All he heard me say was "I need help..." and then everything went black.
Sounds came rushing into my ears as my senses regained consciousness a few minutes later. I still couldn't move or open my eyes, but I could hear Catie talking in her car seat, my fingers still hurt, and I was cold and sweaty all over. I opened my eyes and found my phone where it fell from my hand into the seat. I shakingly forced my fingers to press Brian's number and wedge the phone between my face and the seat. I could hear his fractic voice and he was speeding down the road towards home, where he thought I was. I managed to tell him our whereabouts, and drifted in and out of some twilight zone until I saw his face a few inches from mine, calling my name.
Suddenly our next-door neighbor, who is a paramedic, was there with the ambulance, shocked to find out it was us. I later found out that I had been called in as a 71 year old female... :) He and the firemen literally dragged me out of the car and put me on a stretcher, then into the ambulance. It was nice to have someone I know starting my IV, taking my stats and staying in the back of the ambulance talking to me the whole ride to the emergency room. Brian and Catie followed us to the hospital.
I spent the next several hours being poked, prodded, x-rayed, EKGd and many other things. I'm still finding sticky tape residue on parts of my body. All the tests came back normal, but they did say that my blood pressure was very low when they picked me up, and that it fluctuated a lot while I was in the ER. They set me up with an appointment with a cardiologist next week.
And how did all of this affect Catie?
Later that afternoon, after we'd returned home and I was laying in bed still feeling awful, Catie climbed up beside me. She gently patted my face and said, "Mommy be alright?" It broke my heart. She then launched into a long story, obviously telling me about the day from her perspective. I understood "carseat" and "firetruck", "Mommy owie", "go to doctor" and she ended with stroking my hair and saying, "You be ok!"
I love my little girl. She was a real trooper all that day. And yesterday I did manage to take her to the pediatrician, who said she has an ear infection. But still, two days later, every now and then she'll come pat my leg or take my hand and ask, "Mommy alright?"
I locked the front door and ushered Catie to the driveway, suddenly noticing that the car was completely and heavily frosted. As I buckled Catie into her car seat and started the heat running, I realized that I didn't have my gloves and decided it would take too much time to get them, so I started scraping the windows bare-handed.
We started down the road, my fingers numb and aching, my body stressed from rushing, when suddenly I did NOT feel good. I desperately started praying and looking for a place to pull over, and then sighted a driveway just as my vision started to blur. I pulled in, put the car in park and pulled the emergency brake, made sure the doors were unlocked, laid my seat back, picked up my cell phone and pressed Brian's speed dial number. All he heard me say was "I need help..." and then everything went black.
Sounds came rushing into my ears as my senses regained consciousness a few minutes later. I still couldn't move or open my eyes, but I could hear Catie talking in her car seat, my fingers still hurt, and I was cold and sweaty all over. I opened my eyes and found my phone where it fell from my hand into the seat. I shakingly forced my fingers to press Brian's number and wedge the phone between my face and the seat. I could hear his fractic voice and he was speeding down the road towards home, where he thought I was. I managed to tell him our whereabouts, and drifted in and out of some twilight zone until I saw his face a few inches from mine, calling my name.
Suddenly our next-door neighbor, who is a paramedic, was there with the ambulance, shocked to find out it was us. I later found out that I had been called in as a 71 year old female... :) He and the firemen literally dragged me out of the car and put me on a stretcher, then into the ambulance. It was nice to have someone I know starting my IV, taking my stats and staying in the back of the ambulance talking to me the whole ride to the emergency room. Brian and Catie followed us to the hospital.
I spent the next several hours being poked, prodded, x-rayed, EKGd and many other things. I'm still finding sticky tape residue on parts of my body. All the tests came back normal, but they did say that my blood pressure was very low when they picked me up, and that it fluctuated a lot while I was in the ER. They set me up with an appointment with a cardiologist next week.
And how did all of this affect Catie?
Later that afternoon, after we'd returned home and I was laying in bed still feeling awful, Catie climbed up beside me. She gently patted my face and said, "Mommy be alright?" It broke my heart. She then launched into a long story, obviously telling me about the day from her perspective. I understood "carseat" and "firetruck", "Mommy owie", "go to doctor" and she ended with stroking my hair and saying, "You be ok!"
I love my little girl. She was a real trooper all that day. And yesterday I did manage to take her to the pediatrician, who said she has an ear infection. But still, two days later, every now and then she'll come pat my leg or take my hand and ask, "Mommy alright?"
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