Yesterday was the big day, Shiloh and Quinn turned three! I can hardly believe it, my 'babies' are no more. They are officially pre-schoolers.
We just kept this years celebrations pretty low key. With all of the illnesses that have been going around, I didn't think exposing them to other children would be the best of ideas. Anyways, on April 29th we are going to be going to Great Wolf Lodge in Niagara Falls for their main birthday gift! They have no idea that we are going (or even what it is), but I am excited for them! My parents have decided to join in on the fun, so I don't think that I could have asked for a better birthday for my 'kids' (see, I refrained from calling them babies).
Although I said that their birthday was low key, that didn't mean that it wasn't great! My parents gave Quinn (and Shiloh) the best thing that the boy could ever have dreamed for. They gave him his own kitchen! Now the little guy has a place to "I cook" of his very own ♥ For a while now he has been make believing that everything is a kitchen, and that every book he owns is a plate. You can't take the kid in to a home repair store without him bee lining to the kitchen display so that he can 'cook'. He played with his new kitchen set for about 6 hours yesterday, and today he didn't even want his real breakfast that was made for him, he wanted to 'cook' one for himself. Does it get any cuter than that?
Shiloh was thrilled with her new doll house and doctor kit that she received. The little doctor even passed on bring her normal cabbage patch doll to bed in favor of bringing her new pink doctors kit. She worked hard all day making sure that we were all healthy and had nothing in our ears. She then made it her mission to do the same for the cat and dog. Much to their disdain I'm sure. (I'm a little worried that we might have developed a new fear of vets for Sunee the cat and our little dog Dakini).
All in all it was a wonderful day with some surprise visits from 3 out of 4 of their god parents.
Next year is four, and the next is the big five and the Magical Kingdom!
Monday, 18 April 2011
Maybe the bubble boys mom was on to something....
So where the heck I have been for the past while you may ask? Well I have been held hostage by flu bugs, runny noses, croup, asthma attacks, all night coughing, ear infections, and fevers. And just for sh*its and giggles another hospital trip. No not me, the kids.
As if the whole puke, diarrhea, seizure, hospital stay wasn't enough for my kids they have had to endure all of the above as well. Sean and I have made it out pretty much unscathed as long as you don't call this hell of a head cold I have had almost a week a problem.
Poor Quinn has been hit the hardest by it all. I think that with his asthma he is going to see the brunt of most of the bugs that fly around our home town. Breaks my heart to see either of my kids sick, but Quinn is just a sweet little bundle of love that it just about rips my heart of my chest when he is sick. All seems to be on the healing side of things (as of now), so lets just pray that their little immune systems are just working over time to build them selves up against anything that might come our way next winter.
Damn you illnesses, damn you to hell *shakes fist*
Shannon
As if the whole puke, diarrhea, seizure, hospital stay wasn't enough for my kids they have had to endure all of the above as well. Sean and I have made it out pretty much unscathed as long as you don't call this hell of a head cold I have had almost a week a problem.
Poor Quinn has been hit the hardest by it all. I think that with his asthma he is going to see the brunt of most of the bugs that fly around our home town. Breaks my heart to see either of my kids sick, but Quinn is just a sweet little bundle of love that it just about rips my heart of my chest when he is sick. All seems to be on the healing side of things (as of now), so lets just pray that their little immune systems are just working over time to build them selves up against anything that might come our way next winter.
Damn you illnesses, damn you to hell *shakes fist*
Shannon
Monday, 4 April 2011
Don't tell me you have a migraine!
I have to say, that is one of my biggest pet peeves. It makes me so mad when people are just having a bad headache say they have a migraine. I mean, any headache sucks, but if you are standing there talking to me at work, or say to me "oh my migraine is so bad I could barley watch TV, or play my video game". Guess what, you don't have a migraine. A really bad headache is NOT a migraine.
OK, now that I have that of of my chest I will tell you about my migraines. I have been diagnosed with A-typical basilar artery migraines. I have seen 2 different neurologists, and have had 3 CAT scans, and 2 MRI's. On the last MRI that I had, they were able to pinpoint the start and what kind of migraine that I have. For years my family doctor wasn't convinced that I was indeed suffering from migraines since I don't get any of the normal symptoms that a migraine sufferer would get. I don't get the aura that people talk about, I'm not sensitive to light, and noise isn't all that bothersome for me. What does happen is, I can't stand the smell of anything. Even nice smells. If my bedding it too clean and smells like soap it makes me sick during a migraine. The right side of my face gos numb, and I look like I have suffered a stroke. I can't walk straight, and I have a lot of trouble talking. I can't seem to make any sense when I am trying to explain something. I also have memory loss. The doctors are at a loss of what to do. They just want to drug me up. I am not interested in that. Every medication they have tried has not worked.
So what have I tried to get rid of them, or at the very least calm them down you might ask.
-chiropractor (2 different ones)
-massage (3 different types)
-acupuncture
-acupressure
-crainosacro therapy
-reflexology
-reiki
-therapeutic touch
-ear candling
-aroma therapy
-hair pulling
-sound therapy
-nerve blocking (they inject botox in to the nerves)
-made changes to my diet
-kept a weather journal
-smoked cigarettes
You name it, I've tried it. So until you are driven to allowing someone to inject botox in to the back of you head, or had a "healer" spend over an hour pulling your hair.....you don't have a migraine.
That's all for today,
Shannon, headache bitch.
OK, now that I have that of of my chest I will tell you about my migraines. I have been diagnosed with A-typical basilar artery migraines. I have seen 2 different neurologists, and have had 3 CAT scans, and 2 MRI's. On the last MRI that I had, they were able to pinpoint the start and what kind of migraine that I have. For years my family doctor wasn't convinced that I was indeed suffering from migraines since I don't get any of the normal symptoms that a migraine sufferer would get. I don't get the aura that people talk about, I'm not sensitive to light, and noise isn't all that bothersome for me. What does happen is, I can't stand the smell of anything. Even nice smells. If my bedding it too clean and smells like soap it makes me sick during a migraine. The right side of my face gos numb, and I look like I have suffered a stroke. I can't walk straight, and I have a lot of trouble talking. I can't seem to make any sense when I am trying to explain something. I also have memory loss. The doctors are at a loss of what to do. They just want to drug me up. I am not interested in that. Every medication they have tried has not worked.
So what have I tried to get rid of them, or at the very least calm them down you might ask.
-chiropractor (2 different ones)
-massage (3 different types)
-acupuncture
-acupressure
-crainosacro therapy
-reflexology
-reiki
-therapeutic touch
-ear candling
-aroma therapy
-hair pulling
-sound therapy
-nerve blocking (they inject botox in to the nerves)
-made changes to my diet
-kept a weather journal
-smoked cigarettes
You name it, I've tried it. So until you are driven to allowing someone to inject botox in to the back of you head, or had a "healer" spend over an hour pulling your hair.....you don't have a migraine.
That's all for today,
Shannon, headache bitch.
Thursday, 31 March 2011
Oh so girly.
Yesterday was an awesome day :) Since all thoughts and attention have been on Quinn for the past week, I thought that it would be nice to have a mommy and Shiloh day. I had to drive about an hour away to the city that I used to live in to go and see my orthodontist, and so I brought my little girl with me.
We talked, car-danced and just hung out in the car, but we made a few stops on the way. Did the mall, a few children's clothing stores, and stopped for tea and muffins :) Pretty girly if you ask me.
While we were at the mall I thought that we would stop in and see if she wanted her ears pierced. She was all a go, picked out the earrings, sat in the chair, then freaked out and covered her ears and said no. hehe, I didn't think that she would go through with it. Looking forward to the day she does go through with it none the less :)
That's really all there is to report today.
Shannon
We talked, car-danced and just hung out in the car, but we made a few stops on the way. Did the mall, a few children's clothing stores, and stopped for tea and muffins :) Pretty girly if you ask me.
While we were at the mall I thought that we would stop in and see if she wanted her ears pierced. She was all a go, picked out the earrings, sat in the chair, then freaked out and covered her ears and said no. hehe, I didn't think that she would go through with it. Looking forward to the day she does go through with it none the less :)
That's really all there is to report today.
Shannon
Tuesday, 29 March 2011
What?! WHAT?
Yesterday was the big nut day, and I still can't get over it.....Shiloh and Quinn have no allergies! That's right, nothing that they were tested for came back postive :) The doctor decided to test them for all nuts, mold, dust, cat and dog, and other common allergins. Not one of them even turned red.
On our way home we stopped off at the grocery store to get some REAL peanut butter. No more soy-nut butter for this house! Today I bought nutella. I gave some to the kids on a toasted english muffin. They loved it so much that they didn't even bother to eat the english muffin, they just licked and sucked the hazelnutty goodness off. I have to say, I don't blame them.
Not much else to say today. I am off to lay down. I have made myself sick eating nutella.
Over and out from the crazy, Wilde, nut house!!
Shannon
On our way home we stopped off at the grocery store to get some REAL peanut butter. No more soy-nut butter for this house! Today I bought nutella. I gave some to the kids on a toasted english muffin. They loved it so much that they didn't even bother to eat the english muffin, they just licked and sucked the hazelnutty goodness off. I have to say, I don't blame them.
Not much else to say today. I am off to lay down. I have made myself sick eating nutella.
Over and out from the crazy, Wilde, nut house!!
Shannon
Monday, 28 March 2011
We are already a Wilde house, but are we going to be a nut house too?
So after waiting 11 month the day is finally here! Shiloh and Quinn are going for their allergy testing today. With the family history of my mother in law, and until recently my husband having a nut allergy, and with Quinn having asthma and eczema we are almost sure that Quinn will be allergic to peanuts. (at least according to his pediatrician.) I don't really have any worries about Shiloh, other than maybe dairy. Do they even test for dairy?
I'm a bit nervous. I don't know what to expect, or how the allergy test will be performed. I know that they do it on either the back or the inside of the for arm, but other than that I don't know much. I'm excited, but a protective mom.
Check back later today for the verdict!
Shannon
I'm a bit nervous. I don't know what to expect, or how the allergy test will be performed. I know that they do it on either the back or the inside of the for arm, but other than that I don't know much. I'm excited, but a protective mom.
Check back later today for the verdict!
Shannon
Friday, 25 March 2011
The whole story. The good the bad the ugly
First off, want to say that all is well and we are home from the hospital.
Like you know from reading my past posts, the kids have been sick. Seemed like a yucky tummy flu/gastro. This all started at 2am Monday morning with Quinn vomiting in his bed. The day was filled with both he and Shiloh not being able to keep anything down. It wasn't until their bed time that we were concerned. Once they both developed a fever, Sean and I decided to take them to the hospital. Fast forward 2 days. (the whole story was written in a past post called I hate vomit)
It was Wednesday afternoon when the doctor from the emergency room called out home to check on the kids. (can you say amazing doctor?!) When we told him that Shiloh seemed to be feeling better, but Quinn was still very lethargic without having a fever, he said to bring him right back for him to reassess and see if maybe he missed anything. So I did. After seeing him and talking on the phone to a pediatrician from a different hospital, he decided that it would be the best idea for me to take him over to see that doctor, and that he would be able to treat him maybe in a better way since he's a infant/child doctor. Oh, I forgot to mention that I was alone with Quinn since Sean had stayed home with Shiloh. Got Quinn back to the van, and damn it we had an empty gas tank! Had to go and get gas.
Back on our way across town to the other hospital. Because he wasn't feeling well I was talking to Quinn and kept asking if he was OK. I would always get a "yes momma" from him. We were about 3 minutes from reaching the hospital when I heard a funny crunch noise you can make with your throat. (hard to explain) I asked him again, "you OK sweetie?" when he didn't answer I looked back and saw that he was having a seizure. OMG! My little boy is having a seizure!....pull over, 4 ways, grab blackberry call 911, while it was dialing jump out of the car, open door grab him out, OMG he's as stiff as a board and shaking, screaming at the 911 operator for help, frantically flag down a car, ppl come running, lady takes him, trying to stop crying enough to tell the operator what's going on, lady gets in my car with Quinn, she says he stopped shaking and is sucking thumb, man is trying to calm me down, call Sean and he yells omg, I'm on my way, seeming like a life time for the ambulance to come, finally they come, Quinn is taken in to the back, questions questions questions, hand my keys over trustingly to man to drive my van to the hospital for me, Quinn worries the paramedic by stiff arms that are in the position that one might look like while having a seizure (you know, arms bent straight up and stuck against chest with hands facing inward), I freak out get moved to the front seat so we can leave, get to the hospital.
Whew, now all of the normal stuff that you think would happen happens. Quinn gets an IV which was horribly traumatizing for the little guy. Wait for doctor. He gets there checks him over, says he needs some more tests and that he will be moved to the pedi floor for a 3-4 night stay. My parents get there a few minutes before we move. Because they still didn't know what caused his seizure for the transfer we all had to suit up in special gowns, gloves, masks, the whole deal! We looked so funny walking with Quinn laying in the bed passed out suited up, Shiloh sitting the edge of his bed suited up, Sean, my parents, the nurse, myself all suited up walking through the hospital.
We are put in to a isolation room and told all of the hospital procedures. I did a quick trip home to pack a bag and Shiloh to bed. My mom stayed with her. Back to the hospital and Sean heads home to get some sleep. I can't sleep so it was a long night. At 4:30am Quinn starts to wake up and asks for a cuddle, by 5:00am he wants some juice and demands to watch a show on the TV. Thank God.
For the next 24 hours he slowly starts to come back to being my normal little man. Doctor decides that even though he is doing so much better, he wants to keep him for another day/night because he had a seizure. Poor guy, Thursday was filled with tummy cramps and...well, you know. Still, he wants to play and have books read to him. He seems OK, so I finally feel OK to head home for a few hours sleep. Sean stays the night and I go home for a few hours.
Friday 6am and more blood work is done. We notice that Quinn is covered in red spots. Common!
Doctor comes and says that the spots are just the way that some kids bodies react at the end of a nasty virus and say that he can go home! He is concerned why he had the seizure though. He said that he saw at least 100 kids come through this winter with the tummy flu, but Quinn was the only one who had a seizure because of it. He wants us to see Endocrinologyst since he is concerned that he Quinn isn't processing his sugar properly. He said that when someone gets sick and doesn't eat/drink for a few days, the body will then resort to turning the bodies fat in to sugar to keep the blood sugar level. Quinn's didn't. So, he thinks, maybe hypoglycemia?
So we will be seeing a specialist sometime in the near future, but until then we just have to make sure that he eats small frequent meals and keep those sugars up!
All I can say is the past week has been horrible, and the most stressfull thing I have ever been through. I should be back now, and will keep you up to date as to what's going on with the Wilde-ones health.
Shannon
Like you know from reading my past posts, the kids have been sick. Seemed like a yucky tummy flu/gastro. This all started at 2am Monday morning with Quinn vomiting in his bed. The day was filled with both he and Shiloh not being able to keep anything down. It wasn't until their bed time that we were concerned. Once they both developed a fever, Sean and I decided to take them to the hospital. Fast forward 2 days. (the whole story was written in a past post called I hate vomit)
It was Wednesday afternoon when the doctor from the emergency room called out home to check on the kids. (can you say amazing doctor?!) When we told him that Shiloh seemed to be feeling better, but Quinn was still very lethargic without having a fever, he said to bring him right back for him to reassess and see if maybe he missed anything. So I did. After seeing him and talking on the phone to a pediatrician from a different hospital, he decided that it would be the best idea for me to take him over to see that doctor, and that he would be able to treat him maybe in a better way since he's a infant/child doctor. Oh, I forgot to mention that I was alone with Quinn since Sean had stayed home with Shiloh. Got Quinn back to the van, and damn it we had an empty gas tank! Had to go and get gas.
Back on our way across town to the other hospital. Because he wasn't feeling well I was talking to Quinn and kept asking if he was OK. I would always get a "yes momma" from him. We were about 3 minutes from reaching the hospital when I heard a funny crunch noise you can make with your throat. (hard to explain) I asked him again, "you OK sweetie?" when he didn't answer I looked back and saw that he was having a seizure. OMG! My little boy is having a seizure!....pull over, 4 ways, grab blackberry call 911, while it was dialing jump out of the car, open door grab him out, OMG he's as stiff as a board and shaking, screaming at the 911 operator for help, frantically flag down a car, ppl come running, lady takes him, trying to stop crying enough to tell the operator what's going on, lady gets in my car with Quinn, she says he stopped shaking and is sucking thumb, man is trying to calm me down, call Sean and he yells omg, I'm on my way, seeming like a life time for the ambulance to come, finally they come, Quinn is taken in to the back, questions questions questions, hand my keys over trustingly to man to drive my van to the hospital for me, Quinn worries the paramedic by stiff arms that are in the position that one might look like while having a seizure (you know, arms bent straight up and stuck against chest with hands facing inward), I freak out get moved to the front seat so we can leave, get to the hospital.
Whew, now all of the normal stuff that you think would happen happens. Quinn gets an IV which was horribly traumatizing for the little guy. Wait for doctor. He gets there checks him over, says he needs some more tests and that he will be moved to the pedi floor for a 3-4 night stay. My parents get there a few minutes before we move. Because they still didn't know what caused his seizure for the transfer we all had to suit up in special gowns, gloves, masks, the whole deal! We looked so funny walking with Quinn laying in the bed passed out suited up, Shiloh sitting the edge of his bed suited up, Sean, my parents, the nurse, myself all suited up walking through the hospital.
We are put in to a isolation room and told all of the hospital procedures. I did a quick trip home to pack a bag and Shiloh to bed. My mom stayed with her. Back to the hospital and Sean heads home to get some sleep. I can't sleep so it was a long night. At 4:30am Quinn starts to wake up and asks for a cuddle, by 5:00am he wants some juice and demands to watch a show on the TV. Thank God.
For the next 24 hours he slowly starts to come back to being my normal little man. Doctor decides that even though he is doing so much better, he wants to keep him for another day/night because he had a seizure. Poor guy, Thursday was filled with tummy cramps and...well, you know. Still, he wants to play and have books read to him. He seems OK, so I finally feel OK to head home for a few hours sleep. Sean stays the night and I go home for a few hours.
Friday 6am and more blood work is done. We notice that Quinn is covered in red spots. Common!
Doctor comes and says that the spots are just the way that some kids bodies react at the end of a nasty virus and say that he can go home! He is concerned why he had the seizure though. He said that he saw at least 100 kids come through this winter with the tummy flu, but Quinn was the only one who had a seizure because of it. He wants us to see Endocrinologyst since he is concerned that he Quinn isn't processing his sugar properly. He said that when someone gets sick and doesn't eat/drink for a few days, the body will then resort to turning the bodies fat in to sugar to keep the blood sugar level. Quinn's didn't. So, he thinks, maybe hypoglycemia?
So we will be seeing a specialist sometime in the near future, but until then we just have to make sure that he eats small frequent meals and keep those sugars up!
All I can say is the past week has been horrible, and the most stressfull thing I have ever been through. I should be back now, and will keep you up to date as to what's going on with the Wilde-ones health.
Shannon
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