Well, here it is almost the end of April and I finally have info to give. Our good news is that Nate's orthodontist back in March thought Nate was borderline for even needing the jaw surgery anymore. His teeth had moved in a way that wasn't expected early on, I guess. So he was put in rubber bands for 5 weeks and went to the orthodontist yesterday and things are looking really good. Yay! He is still in rubber bands, but they are in a different configuration to fine tune everything. (He wasn't a happy camper last night.... ouch!) He doesn't have an estimate of how soon the braces can come off, but it looks like no jaw surgery will be needed (99% sure).
We are however, trading a jaw surgery for an eye surgery. But it's a good trade. So as you have read before, Nate tried the vision therapy since he really had no idea what to do. Well, it turns out that if you talk to any other ophthalmologist they aren't very happy he did that. Not that it hurt anything, but that it has no medical proof of working. So basically we wasted a lot of money on hocus pocus.... in a sense. Now we are educated. I'm sure it has its place, but for Nate's problem it didn't do anything. Time is the real healer. We discovered that he has a certain eye muscle that was either paralyzed, scarred or most likely a combination of both that can be fixed. At least, surgery will give Nate a significant improvement with that eye, that's the goal anyway. There's always risk involved. It might not work, but the doctor seemed confident in it and even took Nate's case to his international peers to see what expert advice they had. His surgery is on May 18th and the down time a about one day. He said it might feel like there's dirt in his eye for a couple days, but that's about it. We should have gone to this doctor months ago. Oh well. Live and learn.
Is that it? Nate's knee has healed well. He's about ready to start playing sports again. He's happy about that. I guess that's it, for now. It's been a year (almost) of recovery, but we also know, as we did before, that it could have been a whole lot worse and we know others struggle with more than we have. We don't want anyone to think this is a "feel sorry for us" type of thing. I know you probably don't think that, but I just wanted to make sure. ;) I'm hoping in about a month I can sign off and say that is it..... we are done.... that will be nice. Until then, I hope you all are well and thank you again for your love and support through Nate's recovery. We couldn't ask for more.
(Originally posted on Nate's Carepage)
Friday, April 22, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
All Things Stinky and Poopy
So today was one of those days where you are kind of counting down so tomorrow can come..... hoping, praying, wishing on your lucky star that tomorrow is better. It's not that it was THAT horrible of a day considering many alternatives, but it was a poopy day.
I never showered. That doesn't happen often. It might not be until after lunch that I finally get around to it, but not today. I'm sure that it had an impact on my day.... karma, I guess. Stinky reaps Poopy? I don't know. It was laundry make-up day since I didn't get it completely finished yesterday, which means I didn't get the real Wednesday things done.... because I simply didn't feel like doing them.
Haley disappeared for most of the day. That girl did not want to be home. My poor neighbors were probably so sick of her. She decided wearing her swimming suit was what she wanted and there was no stopping her. It was like 50 degrees outside. Crazy girl. She finally showed up to use the potty, but when I saw her swimming suit I noticed there HAD been poop in there, but it was no where to be found. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I asked her where her POOPY went and she said, "At the Carter's." NOOOOOOO!! I called my neighbor to warn her and if she finds it to call me so I can come clean it up. (That's a call you don't ever want to make.... EVER.) Well, after further questioning two 3 year olds we concluded she pooped in their sandbox and buried it. Awesome. But we have no idea where and couldn't find it. She couldn't lead us to the spot. One of the cute little boys whose sandbox it happens to be, when he heard she pooped in it said, "OH NO!! That was brand new!" I felt so bad and embarrassed. He tried to get Haley to mark the spot with an X, but there would be no "treasure" in the end. I'll have to search some more tomorrow, I guess.... ugh!
Later, I was out on the front lawn with Eliza. She hates the grass and won't touch it, but wants to be outside. It's funny now, but she clings to me and that will get old fast. Anyway, I came back in the house and got a phone call. It was the primary president asking if I could substitute Rachel's class on Sunday. Sure, of course. I'd love to. She tells me she tried calling a few minutes ago and Kaden and Tye answered, but said they couldn't find me. Then she says that Tye was calling her a POOPY head and stuff like that. Oh my heck! So I tell her sorry (she thought it was funny, but I beg to differ) and we hang up. When I asked the boys about it Tye got really embarrassed when he found out it was the primary president on the phone and not Rachel, who he thought it was. BUT he is supposed to be working on not talking with a potty mouth so he obviously has more work to do.... He's getting better though. This was just a set back. He will be saying sorry to her tomorrow, after I'm not so stinky, showered and presentable.
Well, we wind down. Big kids are doing their homework. Little girls are in the bathtub. I hear crying, screaming.... One word. POOP. That's right, poop in the tub. Haley. My dear sweet Haley, why do you poop everywhere EXCEPT the potty all of a sudden? Eliza is freaking out. (I don't blame her!) Yuck. I was done. Motherhood just wasn't in the stars for me today. I couldn't get kids to bed fast enough after that. Kaden was a slow poke. He missed having ice cream because he dilly dallied in the tub. He threw a major tantrum and howled and wailed. I yelled and hollered. I feel like a horrible mother. But they are all off to dream land now, hopefully not having nightmares of a wicked mother.
On the bright side, Nate will get home about 10 hours earlier than originally anticipated tomorrow and tomorrow is a new day..... with Nate home. Hallelujah! :)
I never showered. That doesn't happen often. It might not be until after lunch that I finally get around to it, but not today. I'm sure that it had an impact on my day.... karma, I guess. Stinky reaps Poopy? I don't know. It was laundry make-up day since I didn't get it completely finished yesterday, which means I didn't get the real Wednesday things done.... because I simply didn't feel like doing them.
Haley disappeared for most of the day. That girl did not want to be home. My poor neighbors were probably so sick of her. She decided wearing her swimming suit was what she wanted and there was no stopping her. It was like 50 degrees outside. Crazy girl. She finally showed up to use the potty, but when I saw her swimming suit I noticed there HAD been poop in there, but it was no where to be found. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I asked her where her POOPY went and she said, "At the Carter's." NOOOOOOO!! I called my neighbor to warn her and if she finds it to call me so I can come clean it up. (That's a call you don't ever want to make.... EVER.) Well, after further questioning two 3 year olds we concluded she pooped in their sandbox and buried it. Awesome. But we have no idea where and couldn't find it. She couldn't lead us to the spot. One of the cute little boys whose sandbox it happens to be, when he heard she pooped in it said, "OH NO!! That was brand new!" I felt so bad and embarrassed. He tried to get Haley to mark the spot with an X, but there would be no "treasure" in the end. I'll have to search some more tomorrow, I guess.... ugh!
Later, I was out on the front lawn with Eliza. She hates the grass and won't touch it, but wants to be outside. It's funny now, but she clings to me and that will get old fast. Anyway, I came back in the house and got a phone call. It was the primary president asking if I could substitute Rachel's class on Sunday. Sure, of course. I'd love to. She tells me she tried calling a few minutes ago and Kaden and Tye answered, but said they couldn't find me. Then she says that Tye was calling her a POOPY head and stuff like that. Oh my heck! So I tell her sorry (she thought it was funny, but I beg to differ) and we hang up. When I asked the boys about it Tye got really embarrassed when he found out it was the primary president on the phone and not Rachel, who he thought it was. BUT he is supposed to be working on not talking with a potty mouth so he obviously has more work to do.... He's getting better though. This was just a set back. He will be saying sorry to her tomorrow, after I'm not so stinky, showered and presentable.
Well, we wind down. Big kids are doing their homework. Little girls are in the bathtub. I hear crying, screaming.... One word. POOP. That's right, poop in the tub. Haley. My dear sweet Haley, why do you poop everywhere EXCEPT the potty all of a sudden? Eliza is freaking out. (I don't blame her!) Yuck. I was done. Motherhood just wasn't in the stars for me today. I couldn't get kids to bed fast enough after that. Kaden was a slow poke. He missed having ice cream because he dilly dallied in the tub. He threw a major tantrum and howled and wailed. I yelled and hollered. I feel like a horrible mother. But they are all off to dream land now, hopefully not having nightmares of a wicked mother.
On the bright side, Nate will get home about 10 hours earlier than originally anticipated tomorrow and tomorrow is a new day..... with Nate home. Hallelujah! :)
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