Tuesday, December 29, 2009

This will be a rant...

OK, when you have three children in three years, you are in survival mode. Life is not easy at all -- in fact, it's downright madness. But you learn to do certain things like a well-oiled machine. You have to, or you will die. My morning routine, people -- it's a well-oiled machine. I get up at 5:00 am and get myself ready, then proceed to get the toddlers ready, and then -- when everything else is ready -- I wake up Charlie, change him, give him his Prevacid, and throw him in the car. And this is key, b/c he can't eat until 30 minutes after the Prevacid, so the drive to daycare gives us JUST enough time to get him there so he can eat immediately upon arrival. Which is why I have a new-found hatred for one of my old friends: the nebulizer...
Seriously, whoever thought up the concept of the nebulizer as a way of dispensing medicine for children either has none, or hates all people who DO have children. I can tell you this -- he or she does NOT have three young children. Because anyone who thinks "I know, I will create a device for the dispensing of medication that involves a young child wearing a MASK, with a LOUD machine shooting steam into their faces, and it will take 30 minutes per medication" is on crack. CRACK, folks. And this person clearly invented this machine for one reason: he or she HATES ME.

See, going back to the well-oiled machine concept, I can tell you one thing. I have NO time to add 45 minutes of nebulizing into my morning. None of my children are yet capable of dressing themselves, feeding themselves, or, really, much of anything aside from whining, begging for more milk, and beating on each other/crying. Add in the fact that my husband is still at work when I am doing my morning routine, AND the fact that Charlie has to take his Prevacid 30 minutes before he eats -- and anything added into my morning routine becomes disaster. And now, enter the nebulizer...

Charlie has been wheezing for weeks now. WEEKS. And while I am used to asthmatic kids, I'm not used to kids that don't respond to oral steroids plus the neb. So now Charlie is on (only asthma parents need listen here -- ther rest of you may doze off) Prednisolone, as well as Pulmicort and Albuterol via neb, and that means AT LEAST 45 MINUTES of nebulizing. And let me add that most of the time that 45 minutes involves me holding him down, while screaming, and trying to keep his flailing arms from pulling the mask off his face. It is SO MUCH FUN. NOT.

All of this means that I now have to wake up earlier than God, get myself dressed and ready for work, then get Charlie up and dress him, give him the Prevacid and Prednisolone, plop him in his jumperoo, and give him Albuterol while watching Playhouse Disney, hoping he'll leave the mask on. Then I fetch one of the tods and wrestle them into their clothes, all the while going back and forth to Charlie in this "neb on, neb off, neb on, neb off" dance where he screams, tries to eat the mask, pulls it off his face, screams more, fights me, etc. And -- asthma parents again -- you know how you can hear the sound when the neb mask comes off the face? I can hear it from halfway up the staircase to get Katie out of bed. I'm all "Damn. There it goes again!" I get halfway through the Albuterol (by now the tods MAY be dressed) and usually just add the Pulmicort b/c, really, who has time? And then on goes the dance, while I try to fight the tods into their coats and shoes, and into the car. I think Charlie is only getting about half of his doses, but what do you want from me? Because now he's STARVING, and screaming for his bottle, and I don't have time to give him a bottle before daycare! I take it back -- I probably COULD give him a bottle and just be late, but in the meantime Jack and Kate would fight so much that I would surely kill them. So I throw the kids all in the car (a lot of screaming ensues at this time, of course, b/c Jack and Kate are THE SLOWEST CHILDREN PLACED ON EARTH and it takes them a good hour to get up in their carseats--another rant, another time) and drive them to school where I hand over a screaming, starving Charlie to his poor teacher so he can eat.

So, long story short, I hate the neb. HAAAAAAATTTTE the neb. More than Charlie does, matter of fact. And I hate the fact that I was not spared at least ONE child that didn't have asthma. Sigh....

Jack's first neb, 6 mos. March, 2007

Kate's first neb, in hossy, 1 month. November, 2007. Kate wins the prize for earliest neb. See that tiny turtle mask they used for her? I saved it as some kind of sick souvenir of her time in the hospital. My poor, sick baby...

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Adventures in Photography...

NOTE: This post was started a month ago, and is only now being published. Because I am THAT far behind in my life. Sigh...

Well, it was a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday, with members of the Karp/Finkelman clan attending (Mamele & her boyfriend Joe, Matt & his girlfriend Amy) and -- utterly by coincidence -- my Aunt Sharon, cousin Sherry and her DH Brian happened to be in town to see the monuments, so I got a chance to have some Beyers with me as well! This was a true blessing, b/c I haven't seen my family since my wedding, and getting the chance to really HANG with them was awe. some. I cooked dinner (which clearly shows how out of my mind I am right now -- who with their right mind cooks dinner for 12 when they have three young kids underfoot?), and it surprisingly came out really well. Yay for me! We all had the best time hanging out, and the kids were in full glory being spoiled by so many relatives.

My plan was to decorate the tree on Friday, per McMurry tradition, but of course the house was a madhouse, and we didn't get around to it. On Saturday I managed to get all the ornaments, etc, out, Andrew put up the tree, and we got to trimming! I decided to put the tree up in our entryway this year because (1) it just looks amazing there, and (2) the kids don't hang out all day in the foyer, so my chances of someone pulling down ornaments/a tree are minimized. Then, b/c it looked so pretty, my plan was to take some holiday photos of the kids -- hopefully something Christmas Card worthy. All I can say about this adventure is -- thank GOD I had three other pairs of hands there to wrangle. Seriously. If you have three kids ages 3 and under -- you need at least one pair of hands per child in order to successfully take photos of said children -- and even then you aren't guaranteed smiles and/or everyone looking at the camera at once. And -- I still giggle at this -- I had planned a costume change, b/c I really wanted to get the kids in their Santa gear from last year. I think they will still fit, and I bought Charlie a...wait for it...reindeer outfit to go with it, b/c yes, I AM that mean. Bahahaha. Hoo. Yeah, Jack flat out REFUSED to wear the Santa suit, so ... oh well.

Anyway, I got them all dressed up in their cute holiday outfits, and Amy and I plopped them down in front of the tree. I think Amy and I were laughing hysterically trying to get the kids to hold Charlie up, but we got a few good ones. I'm not sharing the actual card photos, b/c, well, I want people to see them on the CARDS, but anyway -- here are some of the better shots I got...

And one of my favorite shots of Charlie, heh:

Mean Mommy, I know, but I couldn't resist. Anyway, I didn't include the ones I chose for the card (I picked two) b/c I didn't want to ruin the surprise. But of course, here I am finalizing this post after Christmas, instead of when I STARTED it, after Thanksgiving. Sigh. Oh -- but in a happy coincidence (heh) I still haven't sent my Christmas cards out anyway, so... heh. Someday I will have time...

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

My turn for the Blogger Award

Kelly and Mary tagged me on this one awhile ago, and then Reid and Jaime chimed in and tagged me, too, but due to technical restrictions at work, where I do most of my blogging, I wasn’t able to cut and paste it here. Since I'm pretending to work working at home today with a sick Charlie, I decided I would finally take the opportunity to do it. So here goes:


1. You Can Only Use One Word
2. Pass this along to 6 of your favorite bloggers
3. Alert them that you have given them this award
4. Have Fun!

The Fun Part:

1. Where is your cell phone? Couch

2. Your hair? Unwashed

3. Your mother? Friend

4. Your father? Protective

5. Your favorite food? cupcakes/cheeseburgers/Indian/grilled cheese/ice cream FrenchFries

6. Your dream last night? I'd have to sleep to dream None

7. Your favorite drink? FountainDietCoke

8. Your dream/goal? GoodMother

9. What room are you in? Family

10. Your hobby? Photography

11. Your fear? LosingMyChildren

12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Florida

13. Where were you last night? Home

14. Something that you aren’t? Organized

15. Muffins? LemonPoppySeed

16. Wish list item? Nanny

17. Where did you grow up? Minneapolis/Connecticut/Kentucky/Michigan Orlando

18. Last thing you did? Nebulizer

19. What are you wearing? Jammies

20. Your TV? Prominent

21. Your pets? Cats

22. Friends? Best

23. Your life? Crazy

24. Your mood? Happy

25. Missing someone? Kids

26. Vehicle? Minivan

27. Something you’re not wearing? Shoes

28. Your favorite store? NordstromRack

29. Your favorite color? Pink

30. When was the last time you laughed? Morning

31. Last time you cried? Morning (Good tears -- for Jaime!)

32. Your best friend? Faithy

33. One place that I go to over and over? LaundryRoom

34. One person who emails me regularly? Ya's

35. Favorite place to eat? Out

OK, so most of the people I am tagging are my Ya's that already tagged me, since I don't have that many friends that blog, so suck it up, Ya's! (LOL)