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PB – Maggie’s Second Hospital Visit

It’s another slow day, so I thought I’d write about yet another thing I know I would have written about had I been blogging when it happened ) So – this is “Pre-Blog” or PB. To see why I’ve been writing PB posts, see this post.

This happened in January…and again, even though I KNOW she’s okay, it still makes me a little sick to my stomach thinking about it. I’ve copied a lot from an email I wrote to friends and family about it. (Sorry if you’ve read it before!) And yes…that does read “Second” visit … Here’s where I wrote about the first one.

Poor Grandpa nearly had a heart attack (yes, the entire fam damily was there to celebrate the Twins’ 3rd birthday – some good pictures from THAT celebration. oy)… Before we could celebrate though, there was another Emergency Room trip for Maggie. *sigh* At least this time we didn’t need an ambulance! She was running around again and fell face-first into the coffee table. Bloody nose, bloody gums, big fat lip, tooth knocked out of place. Fun. Glad the fam was here to take care of the other two kids though! (I’m sure that would have been its own blog post…)

After sitting for hours watching a fake fish tank, the doctors in the ER told us to expect the dentist to pull the tooth…Geez. that would mean the poor kid would be toothless for at least 3 years!!

We had tried to call a dentist we sort of knew (someone from the church we had *just* joined) before we left for the hospital, but she didn’t get back to us until the next day. When we finally got to talk with her, she said that they’d want to try to keep the tooth in for as long as possible…and that we wouldn’t need to bring her in to the dentist unless something changed with the tooth – it gets looser or turns black or something. We needed to make a 3-year-old appointment for both of them anyway, so I just made sure to do it within the next few days (I had just switched jobs and was still waiting for my new insurance card to show up…)

We went in, and sure enough – they said “we’ll keep an eye on it.” But they didn’t want to pull it or anything.

Maggie’s tooth is still out of place – hanging down lower than the rest – and she’s even bumped it again (on Burke’s head of all things) but it hasn’t done anything else yet. And she’s eating with no problems. We’ve had 3 dentist appointments since, just to keep an eye on it…and that’s all they want to do! No toothless wonder! *phew*

We got lucky that she still has the tooth, but I’m still waiting for DSS to show up at our door…

Maggie’s Clues

As we were sitting down at lunch today, Maggie pointed into the kitchen and very excitedly exclaimed “A CLUE! A CLUE!!” Blue’s Clues is one of her favorite shows, so she pretends to see clues all the time…we usually play along and have a grand time, but this time she was more adamant than others. This is her view:

Mike went around pointing at various things but wasn’t getting it right…so he had her show him. This is what she saw:

For those of you who don’t know, on the show, when Blue is trying to give Steve a clue, this print is on it:

We thought that was pretty clever of her. 🙂

…or maybe she just watches too much TV since she was telling me yesterday that she was changing me into the following things: a frog, a sheep, a duck, Burke, Dragon Tails (another TV show), a butterfly, a bird, and then back into Mommy…only she had a “wand” in her had and was saying “Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo” each time. LOL!

Oh ya, and they were playing with their “Cinderellas” in the sprinklers yesterday:

We keep telling them that they are UMbrellas, but dang that’s cute!

PB – Maggie’s First Hospital Visit

It’s another slow day, so I thought I’d write about another thing I know I would have written about had I been blogging when it happened 🙂 So – this is “Pre-Blog” or PB.

This happened last November…and even though I KNOW she’s okay, it still makes me a little sick to my stomach thinking about it. I’ve copied a lot from an email I wrote to my family about it. (Sorry if you’ve read it before!) And yes…that does read “first” visit … perhaps on another slow day I’ll write about the second visit. [Update: I wrote about the second visit!]

One night in November, Maggie was transported to the emergency room in an ambulance. She had a HUGE bruise on her forehead and probably an even bigger headache.

Around 5:00 or 5:30, she was running around in her socks on the hardwood floor…slipped and went down. As far as we can tell, she didn’t hit anything on the way down (although, she could have banged a chair or the pack-n-play). I went over to pick her up and started checking her out…didn’t see anything until I brushed her bangs away. The “lump” was sticking out about 2 inches off of her head! (And I’m not even exaggerating.) It was stretching her skin so much that it was splitting. I called for Mike and by the time he came up from the basement, Maggie threw up on me and passed out. Pretty scary. We called 911 and before Mike was even off the phone, the first responders were here (they ARE just down the street…)

Maggie was strapped to a backboard and went to the hospital with Mike. Logan (since he was only 2 months old and nursing ’round the clock) and I followed in the car. Burke and Aunt Cathy stayed home. Poor Cathy had to deal with a *very* distraught Burke “Gee! Truck!” over and over again until he fell to sleep. (Gee was Burke-speak for Maggie)

At the hospital as soon as they took Maggie off the backboard, she wanted to put her shoes and jacket on and GET OUT of there. (it was actually kind of cute.) But they wanted to keep her for an hour for observation. The swelling had already gone down considerably. About 1/2 hour into it, she threw up again…which meant they had to do a CT Scan. What a trooper. They wanted to wait until she fell to sleep because you can’t move during it. She did fall to sleep within about 5 minutes, but woke up when Mike carried her to the room. They told Mike to talk with her, but he couldn’t think of any stories or anything – so he explained to her how the CT Scan works. LOL Needless to say, the technician was surprised and impressed, and Maggie stayed still. CT Scan came back negative – thank God!

We brought her home and watched Cars for the rest of the night. She had some juice, but threw it up again. She woke up twice in the night, once because her juice was “missing” and she wanted it back to hold, and then again at about 5:00, I think because Burke was coughing. She asked for meds and then went right back to sleep.

The following morning she was singing the ABCs and doing fine. She even ate a muffin. She’d say “HURTS!” and point to her head – usually right around 1/2 hour before the meds were due again.

Here’s pictures of the battered…taken the morning after. She actually posed for some of them 😛

“Mommy, Your A$$ is Broken!”

For the life of me, I could not figure out what the heck Maggie was saying this morning. And it’s not like I’m going to repeat what I THINK she’s saying (as I normally do so she has the chance to correct me). And I’m fairly certain she hasn’t been exposed to (too many) swear words – and a$$ isn’t really a common one we use anyway. heh

So, this morning while I was dressing Burke and Maggie was still lounging in bed, I hear the above. And then “Your a$$! Your a$$!” C’mon kid – it may be a little saggy – but *broken*?? Gimme a break!

She finally hops out of bed and points to my Red Sox shirt. The “S” is split over the button-up part. “OH!! The *S* is broken! Right! Yes! Yes it IS Broken Maggie!” Holy relief! LOL

I’m reminded of the movie The Toy … Jackie Gleasons’ character’s name is U.S. … but his southern belle wife doesn’t quite pronounce it that way. LOL

Monster Spray

A very clever mom taught me about Monster Spray. (She’s also a good friend, a former co-worker, and an essential oil guru – don’t worry, Paula, I won’t mention any names 😉 )  She said that kids like to be in control – especially when they don’t feel like they have it – and one major time is when there are “monsters” around at night. Her solution? Monster spray! Let your child spray it herself and life will be good. (I’ll give Paula a little plug here…she wrote a book on essential oils: Seasons of Aromatherapy. Well. she’s written a few, but I know the monster spray is in this one.) Okay – back to my point. At one time, I made the monster spray from her book (before I had kids LOL), but we’re just using Febreeze now (Sorry Paula!)

It all started one night a few months ago when Maggie woke up crying and talking about how she was scared of the Cookie Monster. (Yes. The *cookie monster* – of all things!!) We got some “monster spray” out and that seemed to help a little. We doused one corner especially (I think she saw the laundry hamper and decided IT was the monster.)

We now spray before bed every night – everyone has to have at least one squirt if they’re in the room, including mommy and daddy. Figuring out how to make it so that beds, blankets, Dad, kids, etc. don’t get soaked is for another day…

On the subject of bad dreams, one other thing we do for Maggie is to make a big deal about how we must have put her pillow down on the wrong side… And then make a bigger deal (making sure she’s watching) out of turning it over to the “good dream” side. So far, this seems to help too. (I’ll thank my Mom for that idea – I remember her doing it for me 🙂 )

Any other bad dream breakers out there?

Cat Thumb

What, exactly, is Cat Thumb? you ask…well, it’s not really the opposite of Green thumb (that would be Black thumb because YOU are the one killing the plants). But it’s close. I actually don’t know if I have a green or black thumb, because my Cat Thumb keeps getting in the way.

I’m sad to say that I can’t keep a plant alive…because my cat keeps eating them!! This also means that all those times I receive flowers (HAH!! “all those times” …I crack myself up), I have to put them on the top of the fridge. But only for as long as Tiger doesn’t notice that they’re there…otherwise, up he goes to the top of the fridge for a snack. And yes – he can get up there. *sigh*

It’s pretty sad, actually. Maggie planted a sunflower seed (in a pot to take home) at church a few months ago, and it started to grow really fast! We were going to put it outside once it got big enough (and warm enough) to do so. Apparently, even though it was planted in a house of God, He didn’t really want it to grow because Tiger got to it before it got warm enough outside. It sat in our windowsill, sadly brown and broken, as we hoped it would miraculously get healthy. mmm hmmm. So far, it’s all good because Maggie, apparently, doesn’t remember a thing about it.

We now have two Aloe plants (given to the twins on Children’s Sunday at church – what is it with plants at church?) sitting on our second fridge down in the basement. There IS a window down there, but it’s a frosty one…so the Cat Thumb may contribute inadvertently to the Black thumb there.

The twins picked some really pretty yellow flowers from the back yard the other day. THOSE actually lasted for quite some time on the kitchen table before Tiger found them last night. They must not have been very smelly…

Boys vs. Girls

(originally emailed to MMOTA group and family)

Ahhh the minds of kids. I brought Maggie a headband tonight and she loved it…Burke wanted one too, so we told him that headbands are for girls, not boys and went on to explain that mommy and Maggie are girls; Burke, Daddy, and Logan are boys. hmm. okay.

At bath time, Maggie put up a HUGE stink and did not want to get in the water. Cried the whole time…through drying off, getting PJs on, brushing her teeth, combing and drying her hair, waiting for daddy to get her taggie from downstairs.. .oy!

She FINALLY looked up at me with huge tears in her eyes and said “Maggie’s not a girl any more!”
To which a baffled mommy said “wha..? What did you say Maggie?”
“Maggie’s not a girl any more! Daddy took Maggie’s headband off!!”
whooo boy. She was sooooooo sad!

It’s not easy to explain to a kid that wearing a headband isn’t what makes you a girl! (we tried some anatomy, but I’m not sure she believed us…)