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Top Ten Tonsillectomy Facts

If you found this post via the great Google world, thanks for stopping by. Just know, it’s 4 years old. It’s not my best writing. And it’s our personal experience. Everyone’s is different. Since writing this, I’ve quit my job, had another baby, become a full-time writer/mama (novel coming 2017), and put my third daughter through a tonsillectomy that flared up an underlying neurological condition. If you’re interested in any of that hop over to my home page, just my story, or read about Clinically Isolated Syndrome right here. If not, good luck with your T&A. My best advice? Expect anything.

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If you follow this blog or stalk me on facebook or know me in real life you know we’ve had some medical drama lately in the life of my six-in-three-weeks daughter, Annabelle.  Here’s what I’ve learned from her recent tonsillectomy (and adenoidectomy if that’s a word) that I hope might be of help to anyone staring down giant tonsils that must come out of their kid’s throat.  I’ll be praying for you.  Seriously.
one.
Believe the doctor/nurse/anesthesiologist when they tell you that your child will be furious upon waking up and realizing they have no tonsils and a giant needle in their hand.  Expect the kicking, screaming, and thrashing about.  There may even be some foaming at the mouth.  But this is not the worst because your sweet baby still has some heavy drugs in her system and will pass back out shortly.
two.
Understand that tylenol with codeine will put this monster to sleep but it may not turn off the pain they’re experiencing.  Don’t be afraid to call and ask for something stronger.  Doctors know best, but you know your child’s tolerance level best and, believe me, if they’re little, they have no tolerance.
three.
Don’t buy a lot of food beforehand.  For us it’s only an old wives’ tale that post-tonsillectomy patients want popsicles and ice cream.  Belle wanted (and still doesn’t really want) either.  I bought at least fifty popsicles.  The good kind.  They look like crayons.  But so far, if she’s eaten anything with consistency, it’s been bland.  Like naked noodles.  And that wasn’t until day three post-op.
four.
As a parent we strive for good nutrition for our kids.  That means that when they won’t eat anything you’ll offer (and cave) to anything to get them to eat.  I sympathize more than ever now with parents of picky eaters.  Oh, and apparently an ounce an hour is enough fluid to keep a 42 lb kid going.  So says the ER doc.
five.
Rely on someone else.  There’s no winning battles with stubborn kids who are on meds.  If they’ll accept medicine from someone else (even your mother-in-law) let them do it, no matter how inadequate it might make you (the mom) feel.  yeah, that might be a whole other top 10 issue.
six.
If the recovering patient wants to try something that you would never think she would want and it’s not going to risk scratching her throat, let her try it.  Annabelle has eaten both pop-tarts and crescent rolls with great enthusiasm for the past two days.  She still won’t touch the ice cream and left an uneaten bowl of chocolate pudding on the table.
seven.
On day five (to seven) the scabs come off.  This is tricky business.  Days three and four make you think she’s making progress and the worst is over.  Then she’s hysterical at 4:15 in the morning when by all accounts on the medicine bottle the Lortab has just worn off.
eight.
Send her back to school as soon as possible.  We had a Wednesday surgery, so after five days, she went back to school on Monday morning.  Distraction makes a kid forget they’re “supposed” to hurt.
nine.
Get a good icepack.  For some reason just holding that on her throat calmed my child more than anything else.  In a pinch you can always use frozen vegetables. Or in my case the old freezer pack I used to use when packing bottles.
ten.
Just hold that baby.  Or rub their arms.  Don’t touch their face.  This might cause sudden shrieking spasms.  And know that those moments are foreshadows of a future delivery room when she’s making you a grandmother and remember when that time comes, you want to be safely waiting down the hall.
Any more tips for me?
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Raindrops on Roses

Friday has been lovely so far, thank you.
Annabelle has pain meds that are working so well she’s eaten eggs, grits, mashed potatoes, ice cream, two popsicles, and almost a whole 20 oz bottle of ginger ale.
Yay for Lortab Elixer which you should request if you ever have to deal with a stubborn child who has had a tonsillectomy.  I pray you don’t.
I’ve been in a bit of a funk all week which is why there’s no blog celebrating my birthday or really much about Amelia’s party.  I figured there was no reason to drag everyone down with me into my pregnancy-hormone induced sadness because I didn’t have a birthday cake.
Seriously, I had plenty that was better.
Like this sweet breakfast my girls and their daddy made.  Ignore the just-out-of-bed mommy hiding behind the flowers (those were Eeyore’s thistle at our Pooh party).
I like how Amelia is too short to be in the picture.
They also made me birthday brownies.
And I’m loving this little project I’ve got going.  It was a Valentine’s banner, then Pooh quotes, now it’s mine and Millie’s birthday love.
Oh, and while Joshua and the girls were making dinner and brownies, I was banished to the couch and told to stay there.  So I actually finished a craft.  Amazing what can happen when you stay in one place longer than five minutes.
I think it will photograph better when I get around to hanging it up.  But it’s my very first yarn wreath.  The next one is about half done.  Who can believe I’d finish something?
Oh, and here’s Amelia’s cake that almost gave me the emotional breakdown last weekend.
Icing and I do not get along unless it’s on a fork headed for my mouth.  And made of cream cheese.  This was neither so we had a bit of a dilemma.  People soothed my feelings by saying it looked like honey.  My mom told me to get off Pinterest and quit comparing myself to everyone else.  That’s why when I saw this I had to share it.

This morning I was over visiting Carissa and loved her link up to the monthly photo collage.  Since my 365 is a bit behind, this seemed like a good bandwagon to jump on.  So then I made a January collage for us.  I’m thinking all these would be cute printed as a calendar for family Christmas gifts.
In January
we visited Biltmore
cooked lots of yummy breakfasts
hung out with the Harris family before they moved
prayed for sun
celebrated cousin Hailey’s birthday
and had some cozy moments.
If you’re interested in this project check out Simple as That by clicking below.
So Friday has been full of some of my favorite things.  
Blogging.
What do you think of the new look?
MOPS: 
where we stocked a friend’s freezer with tons of frozen meals for her family while she undergoes cancer treatment.
Shopping.
Target’s daily deal was nursing tanks so I couldn’t pass that up.
And Old Navy sent me birthday coupons and I have some mad money, so I think we might need some spring clothes.
Open Windows.
It’s February.  But Georgia thinks it’s spring.  Which is fine with me because spring means we’re getting close to Baby Gus’s arrival.
And it’s raining a bit.  So somewhere there are raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens and bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens…..
Definitely no mittens here.
Linking up with Rachel
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Here’s What I Need

I need someone real or virtual to help me redesign this blog.
I like this new look because it’s cleaner and wider.  I hate wasted space.
But I want to be able to begin archiving recipes
and articles that I’m working on
on page tabs up top.
I might could figure that out.  We’ll see.
And how do I get a header?
I downloaded one but can’t figure out how to personalize it?
Help you creative genuiuses out there!
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And Then She Was Two

Dear Amelia,
Two years ago you made a sudden appearance surprising nurses and my midwife and me with your quickness.  Only a couple of hours before I had told your Marmie not to hurry because you certainly weren’t. How wrong I was!  And how wrong were so many who thought surely you would be the first baby boy Brackett.

But you made us a family of five and ushered Daddy into that unofficial “three girls” club.  Men shook his hand and told him to find a man cave when you all became teenagers.  I pulled out all the saved baby girl clothes, the pink crocheted blankets, the bows to tame the wild mane of dark hair you have always had.

And now you are two.  It’s hard to believe so much has changed in so short an amount of time.  You (and your sissy monsters) have grown and developed and everyday become more of the person God wants you to be.  I pray for your safety, your development, your sensitive feelings.  I need to bow my knees more often and thank God for your sweetness, your presence, your sticky hugs and butterfly kisses.

Your smile that makes my world go ’round.

I thought you’d always be my baby.  And you will.  My baby girl, my baby we asked for from the Lord.  How I love you.  How I miss you being so small and snuggly in the Bjorn tucked away safe against my chest. How I love you being two with your infectious laughter, lispy “yesh”, great love of Winnie the Pooh and horses and puppies.  How I love being with you everyday, listening to you sing as you color, sharing your favorite peanut butter and jelly, cuddling with you before naptime.

Maybe sometimes you think I don’t love the Llama Llama books as much as you.  And maybe sometimes I beg you to lay down quickly so I can rest this body that’s bringing you a brother soon.  There are times when I can’t watch anymore Pooh Bear or I get frustrated with you or you are too defiant and have to be reprimanded.

But I love you so.  I hope you know that today in your little heart.  And I hope you know it everyday for the rest of your life.

2012-02-19

“>Happy Birthday Millie Moo!
Mommy

reflections

Two Years Ago…

I was two days from delivering sweet baby Amelia when I sat down at my kitchen table and started this blog.  Now over 250 posts later, it’s getting a new look and a more narrowed focus.

If one can narrow randomness.

Thanks for joining me on this journey, for commenting on my musings, for helping me find faith in myself and this gift.  I enjoy telling you about our lives.  I hope you enjoy reading about them.

Some of my favorites…

And Then She Was One

Because Nobody’s Perfect

Random Acts of Runaways

Small Graces

A Monday Menu

(Im)Perfectly Patient