(Title tweaked from "Confessions of a Slacker Mom", a blog I found titled from the book.... I thought it was fitting to replace the word 'Mom' with 'Christian' for this post)
So, life is weird. You think things are going well, God is moving, working, and then all of a sudden, you stumble across something, or in this case someone, who just amazes you with stories of their relationship with God, and you are frozen and think, "WAIT, I think I'm missing something." Yep, I am. I happened across a blogspot yesterday that smacked me straight in the face and I heard something like this.......
"Hellooooooooooo, remember me? I'm God. We used to be friends, remember? We used to have an intimate relationship. You used to love and adore me and yearn to spend time with me. I see you. And yet you are not reaching out for intimacy. I hear you crying for help. And yet I don't seem to hear many praises. I miss you. Remember me?" Love, God
It was then that I felt like hiding, until I remembered that God sees me everywhere, ha! No hiding from my Daddy! And that's good, really. So yeah, I'm sitting there, reading these amazing moments that this amazing person is experiencing with God, and ashamedly, I'm thinking, "Wait, I'M the PREACHER'S WIFE, where are MY moments with God?? Why hasn't He revealed Himself to ME like this? Why does SHE get all of these cool experiences with Him?" SMACK!!!! Again, I am hit in the face. "HELLOOOOOOOO, I AM RIGHT HERE.... IT IS GOD.... YOU'RE THE ONE THAT HASN'T REACHED OUT FOR THESE EXPERIENCES.... I'M HERE FOR THE TAKING!!!!!!!!!" Ooooops again. So it's all my fault. Where did I get off track???? Not too long ago, I was there, on the mountain w/ God. Wait, that was what, 12, 13 years ago.... teenage years. Before I got my first real job. Before I let other 'things' get in the way of my relationship with God. Before boyfriends (yes, I was almost 17 before a real boyfriend!). Before I decided I was bigger and had more 'important' things than spending quality time w/ God. Yeah, sadly, now that I think about it, it HAS been THAT long since I've been at the VERY top of the mountain. I'm so embarassed to admit this.
Sure, I've been close with God since then, but not THAT close. Of course I pray daily, but things in life have overtaken me. Marriage. Kids. Ministries. And now, jobs. Sad but true that doing WORKS for the Lord can actually take your time AWAY from God at the same time! I've been so caught up in doing and going for the ministries and for my family and whatnot, that I've forgotten to give total, undivided attention to numero uno.... GOD! I guess I thought all that I was 'doing' for Him would cover me. Nope! Guess I thought that since I appeared to be a perfect Christian on the outside, I'd be okay. Nope! Yeah, that's right, I don't even listen to secular music.... it's all KLOVE or AIR1 for me buddy........ did that cover me??? NOPE! Guess I forgot that the intimacy still mattered. Shame on me. Seriously, it's ridiculous. Right now, I'm so mad at myself!
You know what the irony is in all of this? The time that I thought I was far from God was when I was closer than I am now, when I've felt like I was okay. Actually not. I've known something was missing for awhile. Okay, I am not blaming this on having to go back to work (my therapist- God- would not like that, ha!), but I do have to say that when I was home w/ the kiddos, I would pray ALL DAY LONG! Pray for strength and patience, pray for God to help me through the mountains of laundry, thank God for the time w/ my kids, pray for my husband to have a safe day at work, pray for my children, pray for family, pray for those hurting that I saw on the news, pray for Rachel Ray to come to know the Lord (hey, I think we could be great friends!).......... I was constantly praying. But at that time, I felt like I spent no time w/ God. Now that I've gone back to work, AND started a new ministry, AND become involved with a new church......... there's NO time for ANYTHING!!!!!!!! I feel bad that I don't spend enough time w/ my kids, my husband, myself........... but I have spent practically ZERO time with the person that deserves it the most. Where do I think that awesome husband, beautiful children, and everything else I have been blessed with came from?!?!?!
When I started thinking about it last night, I realized that my last Mountain period was in my teen years. I've had Mountain experiences since then, for instance on Easter Sunday when my husband and I were both filled with the Baptism in the Holy Spirit, but then after that, I went back down..... WHY?!?! I can't explain it. Again, I'm using busyness as my crutch. I once saw an email that said 'busy' stood for Being Under Satan's Yolk, I believe it! Anyways, the last time I really LIVED on the Mountain was my teens years. Then I moved into the Valley. And just as I started reaching the top of the Mountain again (Easter time), I fell....... only this time not into the Valley...... into a Canyon. And it wasn't until I read Meredith's blogs last night that I realized I was actually there. In the Canyon. Ugh, it disgusts me. Ooooooh to be on that Mountain again!
"God, send me that rope, one more time, Lord...... I need it now. I can't apologize enough for my actions. I miss you and I need you. Daddy, here I am again. Please take me back; break me and make me what YOU want me to be. You are awesome Lord and I love you more than I could ever prove. I'm ready for you to consume me. Here I am again."
Thank you, Meredith, for letting me stumble across your blogspot, and thank you for being at a place with God that made me stop and evaluate my own relationship with our Heavenly Father. Thank you for being my newest friend and thank you for understanding my place in life right now.
Pray for me and forgive me for the Christian I have been.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Thank you, Lord!
Heavenly Father, thank you for guiding me to 'accidentally' find a new friend, my sister in Christ, Meredith. I know nothing that you do is accidental, and I think that is so awesome! I KNOW, without a shadow of a doubt, that your Holy Spirit led me to Meredith's blog yesterday for a reason. She is just what I needed at this very moment in my life. She is such an inspiration already to me, Lord, and you knew that she would be! Forgive me, daddy, for straying so far from you lately; for putting my 'busyness' ahead of you. Even though the busyness has been works for you, I've still been letting it come between you and I. It's all been in vain, and I am embarassed and ashamed, and I am so sorry. I have let myself go from the Mountain, to the Valley, to the........ Canyon??? There's something wrong with that picture! Give me the strength to reach for YOU to pull me out of this canyon. Give me the strength to make the time for YOU again, Lord. I need that intimacy again. I want to fall back in love with you! Help me to realize that our relationship is not about what you can do for me, but rather what I can do for YOU!!!!!!!! I love you Lord. I'm ready to jump back into your arms and be in your presence. Thank you for your mercy and grace, shower them down Lord as I pray...... aaaaah, the beauty of Grace....... thank you Father! Amen.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Just for the record.....
...... regarding the photo of the kids and I on Mother's Day......... no, I do not have the world's most dorky looking sunglasses; my eyeglasses are transitions lenses...... it wouldn't have even crossed my mind until a girl at work passed my desk and said, "Nice shades!"...... grrrrrrrrr!
DRAMA of Epic Proportions
So, Chloe's first teeth-filling experience could easily be made into a horror film..... a mother's nightmare....... all around DRAMA. (wouldn't be my life w/out it, right?!) I really don't even know where to start. Well, I should first say that Chloe has never had issues w/ going to the dentist. She's had two cleanings in her little life and has done great at both. She was even excited about getting her teeth filled, believe it or not, ha! I tried to explain to her that it's not the best thing to be excited about, "Chloe, mommy is A LOT older than you are and I've never had a cavity; you're only almost 6 and you have two... that's really not good." I guess she inherited Derrick's teeth, along w/ my mom's :( Nice.
ANYWAYS, on to the DRAMA. So she was even excited about getting her fillings, walked all proud into the dentist office, cracking jokes with the dental assistant...... until........ the DRINK. They gave her what I'm now told is referred to as a 'cocktail' of meds; a drink w/ three different types of meds in it. She drank it fine. The assistant told us to go back into the waiting room and wait 45 minutes, the average amount of time it takes for the meds to kick in. So as we walk into the waiting room, I asked Chloe to come out to the car w/ me so I could make a quick phone call while we waited. Literally, we walk out to the car, I dial the phone number and am put on hold, and Chloe says, "Mommmmm........... I think I wet my pants".......... WHAT?!?! So I look at her and her eyes are all glazed over and she's totally out of it, and of course, wet. So I'm in total shock and I hang up the phone and tell her to come inside w/ me so she can finish going to the bathroom; not sure why it didn't dawn on me that if she was too out of it to realize she was wetting herself, she probably wouldn't be able to get out of the car easily, but it didn't. She falls over the seat and attempts to CRAWL out of the car; I finally held on to her and led to her to the bathroom. She did not want me to pull her shorts down, so she is standing in the corner and as soon as she reaches for her shorts, she falls in between the toilet and the wall, which I'm sure to the outer walls sounded like I was beating the child, b/c then she starts wailing (I would've too I think)..... now I'm holding her on the toilet and she is screaming in fury, and then when I pull her shorts up, she asks (in a very temperamental tone, mind you), "WHY are my shorts WET??" I explained to her what happened and that was a baaaaaaaaad idea...... she was then upset b/c I didn't have any extra clothes in the car for her and she didn't want everyone in the office to see that she'd wet herself. Aye aye aye! We finally get to the waiting room, where she is waving her hand in front of her face and looking around the room all...... all........ I don't know, googly-eyed, loopy........ I'm at a loss for words!
The whole ordeal is kind of starting to freak me out, and I was getting worried, since all of this had transpired in a total of only 10 minutes after her taking the meds. I asked the nurse if her actions were normal, and they were all laughing at how she was reaching for 'things' in the air and looking around all loopy....... it really upset me, and they finally said, "Well, really it just makes most kids relaxed and giggly, but you never know what it might do to someone, just like Benadryl has different effects on different people..." Okay, thanks for the awesome help, Nurse Whatever-Your-Name-Is. I'm sitting there very nervous, and after 30 minutes of everything from crying to her asking again why her shorts were wet, to her falling asleep, the nurse calls her name, and then it all breaks out. She starts yelling, "I will not go back there, you can't make me." Chloe is not a yeller for those of you that don't know; yes, she has attitude, and yes, when she sings there might be a few cracked glasses, but she is not a yeller.... never really had a temper either. Until now. She is furious. Yelling. Kicking. The whole nine yards. God help the poor children in the waiting room having to witness the whole event. I drag her to the room, where a nurse has to help me put her up onto the chair. I'm trying to calm her down... not working. I'm trying to HOLD her down...... not working. The fury is scary. Seriously.
Enter Dr. Jerk..... his first words to me, "You're in my spot", like I'm a dummy...... I nicely replied, "Oh, I know, I was just holding her down until you got here." His next words to me, "Why are you here?" Huh?! I thought he meant, why was I back there w/ Chloe, so I reply, nicely again, "Well, she's only five and I want to be back here with her." "No," he says (in a not-nice voice), "what is she doing here, what are we doing, why is she here, what's wrong with her, what's the purpose of this visit?????" Oh no he didn't. My nice voice is becoming more and more not so nice, "Welllllllll, I assumed that you, as the dentist, would know. She's having some teeth filled," and I glance at the nurse who seems to act like this is normal attitude for her boss. (Don't forget that Chloe is still screaming throughout this) So Dr. Jerk prepares his tools, and before he can start, he has to call another nurse in to help hold my daughter down. Two of us holding her down, Dr. Jerk and his assistant working. Chloe is screaming at the top of her lungs, is kicking, squirming, about to break out in some He-Man growl I'm sure, and all I can think is: Dear God, make me a bird, so I can fly far, far far away from here.... Dear God, make me a bird, so I can fly far, far far away from here......." No, I'm kidding, seriously I was just aching inside for my baby girl. So then fury breaks out in ME when I hear Dr. Jerk start making comments to Chloe like, "Can you hush? Why are you yelling? I wish you'd be quiet and tell me what's wrong instead of yelling. I don't want to hear you scream and I know my other patients don't want to hear you scream. Why don't you just stop yelling. Why don't you hold still?" Again, OH NO HE DIDN'T. The poor girl is just bawling her eyes out and b/c of her moving, the drill catches her lip, so now her lip is bleeding....... finally I say, "Is there any way we can just stop where we are?" "Nope, thankfully we're done," he replies. Yeah, that's right, you're done buddy. So when the nurse tells Chloe she can sit up, she's crying, "Mommy, MOM, MOMMMM, WHERE ARE YOU???" I kept telling her that I was right there, she is looking RIGHT at me, and does not know it's me. I kid you not. I finally saw her eyes focus and she realized that it was me, so she came to me, then pushes me away, hops off the chair, and lays on the floor. Yeah. "Chloe, babe, hop up so we can go, okay?" "GET AWAY FROM ME!" "Chloe, come on sweetie, you're all done.... let's go home and go to sleep." Her reply? "I AM NOT GOING HOME.......... I'M GOING SHOPPING!" Oh no we're not!!! Okay, maybe we are if it will calm her down, right? So that's what I tell her, we'll go shopping; she's screaming she needs to go to Target. You got it girl, let's go to Target. Not working quite like I thought it would. She was still furious. Trying to lie on the floor each step we take. I finally cannot get the girl up from the hallway floor. I'm trying to pick her up and she swinging arms, legs, pushing w/ all her might. "Dear God, make me a bird, ........." What really upsets me at this point is that there are four nurses sitting there watching me........ a little help here!!! Finally one nurse has mercy on us and offers to open the car door for me if I can carry her out there.... what a hand, thanks. I literally drag the child out to the car and fight her to get the seat belt on, shut the door, start to walk around the car..............
My driver side door opens and Chloe jumps out of it, and starts running, luckily the nurse catches her and so after five, did you get that, FIVE, attempts, I finally talk her into staying in her seat belt (after threatening to put her in Jax's car seat, who by the way, THANK GOODNESS was not with us!). Whew. We are in the car. On our way. I'm breathing hard. Very hard. And I think I might be crying. I'm not sure. Or laughing. Whatever. We're in the car. So I decide that I need a drink (that very large Coca-Cola as mentioned in my first post!), and go through McDonald's. Chloe tells me that she needs pancakes. Sure; I place our order and as I'm paying look over and the child has blue lipstick (for play only, which she had put into her purse) all over the bottom half of her face. (for the record, normally Chloe is very talented at her lipgloss) "Wow, that looks...... nice", I tell her, to which she shoots me a 'look'. No prob, onto the Coke! Chloe takes one look at her pancakes and says, "where are my biscuits and gravy???" I was so not about to tell her that she'd ordered pancakes, and only say, "Oh man, they must have forgotten them.... we'll stop at Braum's, okay?" That was fine w/ her. On to Braum's; as I set the bag down to pay, I specifically tell Chloe NOT to touch it until I can help her. Just as I'm reaching for my change, I hear a loud scream and look over to find hot gravy all over Chloe's lap.......... CAN IT GET ANY WORSE????????? She cries through the clean-up, and I do too. Enough already. Perfect timing for my husband to call and check on us, huh?! Let's just say that was a short phone call. Let's go home. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, WE'RE GOING TO TARGET, AND I NEED NEW SHORTS BECAUSE YOU STILL HAVEN'T CHANGED MINE AND THEY'RE STILL WET AND IT'S GROSS"........... okay, so I take a chance and decide to drive the extra 30 miles to Tulsa for a Target run. Thankfully, she falls asleep two minutes down the road and I can breathe. Aaaaah.
We make it to Target and my body tells me to turn around and drive home, since she IS sleeping, and I'm just not ready yet for another round. BUT, something tells me that if we get home and she has not been to Target, there will not only be another round, but THREE, ha! I hesitantly wake her up, and as I'm cringing in fear, she wakes up all chipper and asks, "Are we at Target yet?" "We sure are, sweetie!" And what happens next? My sweet girl asks, "Why are my pants wet? Oh yeah, I forgot...... can we get some shorts for me, Mommy?" "We sure can, sweetie!" And the rest of the day is smooth as silk. No joke. She is back to herself. A few times she said her jaw was sore (from Dr. Jerk trying to keep her mouth still). Once she asked why her lip was cut. And several times she said, "Mommy, please don't make me go to that dentist ever again; he was mean"..... to which I reply each time, "We sure won't, sweetie!" And all is well with the world once again. Well, it was after I bought her a new outfit, new shoes, a new bathing suit, and a cool new toothbrush, anyways ;)
Don't worry, I wrote a letter to the "pediatric dentist" and his staff........ NO I did not cuss them out, I'm a CHRISTIAN! I did however make certain that they understood how poorly their service and attitudes were towards my daughter, made certain they knew we would not be back, and would also be letting others know about their poor treatment..... just let my voice be heard. I also called to request exactly what the concoction was that was given to Chloe, gave the info to the pharmacist I work for, and made note of it in my wallet w/ her insurance card to ensure she is never to receive that again. I really should have looked further into it before authorizing it to be given to her, but I didn't. Horrible mother....... why didn't I??????? Ugh, it's makes me so sad to think about. THEN, I am reminded by my boss of a young boy that died a few years ago after taking a concoction from the dentist and then taking a pain killer and an antibiotic when he got home......... UGH, I felt way worse after that, thanks. Bad, bad mommy. I will never forgive myself, don't worry. She'll never have it again. I really think she would've been fine w/ some tylenol and maybe a numbing agent on her gums..... maybe??? Or maybe I should just start taking her to an oral surgeon and let them put her all the way out, ha! KIDDING!!!! All I know is that she was just fine when we got there; like I said, she was excited! Boy did it change!
ANYWAYS, that's our dental nightmare...... hope Chloe's teeth don't continue on this path b/c I'm not sure that I'll ever get her back into a dentist again. Lord, help us.
ANYWAYS, on to the DRAMA. So she was even excited about getting her fillings, walked all proud into the dentist office, cracking jokes with the dental assistant...... until........ the DRINK. They gave her what I'm now told is referred to as a 'cocktail' of meds; a drink w/ three different types of meds in it. She drank it fine. The assistant told us to go back into the waiting room and wait 45 minutes, the average amount of time it takes for the meds to kick in. So as we walk into the waiting room, I asked Chloe to come out to the car w/ me so I could make a quick phone call while we waited. Literally, we walk out to the car, I dial the phone number and am put on hold, and Chloe says, "Mommmmm........... I think I wet my pants".......... WHAT?!?! So I look at her and her eyes are all glazed over and she's totally out of it, and of course, wet. So I'm in total shock and I hang up the phone and tell her to come inside w/ me so she can finish going to the bathroom; not sure why it didn't dawn on me that if she was too out of it to realize she was wetting herself, she probably wouldn't be able to get out of the car easily, but it didn't. She falls over the seat and attempts to CRAWL out of the car; I finally held on to her and led to her to the bathroom. She did not want me to pull her shorts down, so she is standing in the corner and as soon as she reaches for her shorts, she falls in between the toilet and the wall, which I'm sure to the outer walls sounded like I was beating the child, b/c then she starts wailing (I would've too I think)..... now I'm holding her on the toilet and she is screaming in fury, and then when I pull her shorts up, she asks (in a very temperamental tone, mind you), "WHY are my shorts WET??" I explained to her what happened and that was a baaaaaaaaad idea...... she was then upset b/c I didn't have any extra clothes in the car for her and she didn't want everyone in the office to see that she'd wet herself. Aye aye aye! We finally get to the waiting room, where she is waving her hand in front of her face and looking around the room all...... all........ I don't know, googly-eyed, loopy........ I'm at a loss for words!
The whole ordeal is kind of starting to freak me out, and I was getting worried, since all of this had transpired in a total of only 10 minutes after her taking the meds. I asked the nurse if her actions were normal, and they were all laughing at how she was reaching for 'things' in the air and looking around all loopy....... it really upset me, and they finally said, "Well, really it just makes most kids relaxed and giggly, but you never know what it might do to someone, just like Benadryl has different effects on different people..." Okay, thanks for the awesome help, Nurse Whatever-Your-Name-Is. I'm sitting there very nervous, and after 30 minutes of everything from crying to her asking again why her shorts were wet, to her falling asleep, the nurse calls her name, and then it all breaks out. She starts yelling, "I will not go back there, you can't make me." Chloe is not a yeller for those of you that don't know; yes, she has attitude, and yes, when she sings there might be a few cracked glasses, but she is not a yeller.... never really had a temper either. Until now. She is furious. Yelling. Kicking. The whole nine yards. God help the poor children in the waiting room having to witness the whole event. I drag her to the room, where a nurse has to help me put her up onto the chair. I'm trying to calm her down... not working. I'm trying to HOLD her down...... not working. The fury is scary. Seriously.
Enter Dr. Jerk..... his first words to me, "You're in my spot", like I'm a dummy...... I nicely replied, "Oh, I know, I was just holding her down until you got here." His next words to me, "Why are you here?" Huh?! I thought he meant, why was I back there w/ Chloe, so I reply, nicely again, "Well, she's only five and I want to be back here with her." "No," he says (in a not-nice voice), "what is she doing here, what are we doing, why is she here, what's wrong with her, what's the purpose of this visit?????" Oh no he didn't. My nice voice is becoming more and more not so nice, "Welllllllll, I assumed that you, as the dentist, would know. She's having some teeth filled," and I glance at the nurse who seems to act like this is normal attitude for her boss. (Don't forget that Chloe is still screaming throughout this) So Dr. Jerk prepares his tools, and before he can start, he has to call another nurse in to help hold my daughter down. Two of us holding her down, Dr. Jerk and his assistant working. Chloe is screaming at the top of her lungs, is kicking, squirming, about to break out in some He-Man growl I'm sure, and all I can think is: Dear God, make me a bird, so I can fly far, far far away from here.... Dear God, make me a bird, so I can fly far, far far away from here......." No, I'm kidding, seriously I was just aching inside for my baby girl. So then fury breaks out in ME when I hear Dr. Jerk start making comments to Chloe like, "Can you hush? Why are you yelling? I wish you'd be quiet and tell me what's wrong instead of yelling. I don't want to hear you scream and I know my other patients don't want to hear you scream. Why don't you just stop yelling. Why don't you hold still?" Again, OH NO HE DIDN'T. The poor girl is just bawling her eyes out and b/c of her moving, the drill catches her lip, so now her lip is bleeding....... finally I say, "Is there any way we can just stop where we are?" "Nope, thankfully we're done," he replies. Yeah, that's right, you're done buddy. So when the nurse tells Chloe she can sit up, she's crying, "Mommy, MOM, MOMMMM, WHERE ARE YOU???" I kept telling her that I was right there, she is looking RIGHT at me, and does not know it's me. I kid you not. I finally saw her eyes focus and she realized that it was me, so she came to me, then pushes me away, hops off the chair, and lays on the floor. Yeah. "Chloe, babe, hop up so we can go, okay?" "GET AWAY FROM ME!" "Chloe, come on sweetie, you're all done.... let's go home and go to sleep." Her reply? "I AM NOT GOING HOME.......... I'M GOING SHOPPING!" Oh no we're not!!! Okay, maybe we are if it will calm her down, right? So that's what I tell her, we'll go shopping; she's screaming she needs to go to Target. You got it girl, let's go to Target. Not working quite like I thought it would. She was still furious. Trying to lie on the floor each step we take. I finally cannot get the girl up from the hallway floor. I'm trying to pick her up and she swinging arms, legs, pushing w/ all her might. "Dear God, make me a bird, ........." What really upsets me at this point is that there are four nurses sitting there watching me........ a little help here!!! Finally one nurse has mercy on us and offers to open the car door for me if I can carry her out there.... what a hand, thanks. I literally drag the child out to the car and fight her to get the seat belt on, shut the door, start to walk around the car..............
My driver side door opens and Chloe jumps out of it, and starts running, luckily the nurse catches her and so after five, did you get that, FIVE, attempts, I finally talk her into staying in her seat belt (after threatening to put her in Jax's car seat, who by the way, THANK GOODNESS was not with us!). Whew. We are in the car. On our way. I'm breathing hard. Very hard. And I think I might be crying. I'm not sure. Or laughing. Whatever. We're in the car. So I decide that I need a drink (that very large Coca-Cola as mentioned in my first post!), and go through McDonald's. Chloe tells me that she needs pancakes. Sure; I place our order and as I'm paying look over and the child has blue lipstick (for play only, which she had put into her purse) all over the bottom half of her face. (for the record, normally Chloe is very talented at her lipgloss) "Wow, that looks...... nice", I tell her, to which she shoots me a 'look'. No prob, onto the Coke! Chloe takes one look at her pancakes and says, "where are my biscuits and gravy???" I was so not about to tell her that she'd ordered pancakes, and only say, "Oh man, they must have forgotten them.... we'll stop at Braum's, okay?" That was fine w/ her. On to Braum's; as I set the bag down to pay, I specifically tell Chloe NOT to touch it until I can help her. Just as I'm reaching for my change, I hear a loud scream and look over to find hot gravy all over Chloe's lap.......... CAN IT GET ANY WORSE????????? She cries through the clean-up, and I do too. Enough already. Perfect timing for my husband to call and check on us, huh?! Let's just say that was a short phone call. Let's go home. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, WE'RE GOING TO TARGET, AND I NEED NEW SHORTS BECAUSE YOU STILL HAVEN'T CHANGED MINE AND THEY'RE STILL WET AND IT'S GROSS"........... okay, so I take a chance and decide to drive the extra 30 miles to Tulsa for a Target run. Thankfully, she falls asleep two minutes down the road and I can breathe. Aaaaah.
We make it to Target and my body tells me to turn around and drive home, since she IS sleeping, and I'm just not ready yet for another round. BUT, something tells me that if we get home and she has not been to Target, there will not only be another round, but THREE, ha! I hesitantly wake her up, and as I'm cringing in fear, she wakes up all chipper and asks, "Are we at Target yet?" "We sure are, sweetie!" And what happens next? My sweet girl asks, "Why are my pants wet? Oh yeah, I forgot...... can we get some shorts for me, Mommy?" "We sure can, sweetie!" And the rest of the day is smooth as silk. No joke. She is back to herself. A few times she said her jaw was sore (from Dr. Jerk trying to keep her mouth still). Once she asked why her lip was cut. And several times she said, "Mommy, please don't make me go to that dentist ever again; he was mean"..... to which I reply each time, "We sure won't, sweetie!" And all is well with the world once again. Well, it was after I bought her a new outfit, new shoes, a new bathing suit, and a cool new toothbrush, anyways ;)
Don't worry, I wrote a letter to the "pediatric dentist" and his staff........ NO I did not cuss them out, I'm a CHRISTIAN! I did however make certain that they understood how poorly their service and attitudes were towards my daughter, made certain they knew we would not be back, and would also be letting others know about their poor treatment..... just let my voice be heard. I also called to request exactly what the concoction was that was given to Chloe, gave the info to the pharmacist I work for, and made note of it in my wallet w/ her insurance card to ensure she is never to receive that again. I really should have looked further into it before authorizing it to be given to her, but I didn't. Horrible mother....... why didn't I??????? Ugh, it's makes me so sad to think about. THEN, I am reminded by my boss of a young boy that died a few years ago after taking a concoction from the dentist and then taking a pain killer and an antibiotic when he got home......... UGH, I felt way worse after that, thanks. Bad, bad mommy. I will never forgive myself, don't worry. She'll never have it again. I really think she would've been fine w/ some tylenol and maybe a numbing agent on her gums..... maybe??? Or maybe I should just start taking her to an oral surgeon and let them put her all the way out, ha! KIDDING!!!! All I know is that she was just fine when we got there; like I said, she was excited! Boy did it change!
ANYWAYS, that's our dental nightmare...... hope Chloe's teeth don't continue on this path b/c I'm not sure that I'll ever get her back into a dentist again. Lord, help us.
Friday, June 1, 2007
A new love language??
Okay, so I think that Jax's love language must be none other than......... FOOD! We had a picnic after church on Sunday and Jax rammed his head into a pole, creating a HUGE knot on his poor little head. He was screaming and in tears, and when I took him into the kitchen area to get some ice, nothing would console him. The boy is crying hysterically and a lady walks over to him w/ a fried chicken leg; he reaches out his hand, puts it in his mouth, and the waterworks are over. End of ordeal, even let me put the ice on his head. Aaaaaaaaaaah, the love language of FOOD! That's my boy.
Also, his new 'phrase' I guess you could say is "Hewooo Woweee", which is translated in English to "Hello Chloe".......... too cute ;)
Also, his new 'phrase' I guess you could say is "Hewooo Woweee", which is translated in English to "Hello Chloe".......... too cute ;)
Wild West
Okay, so maybe I should not have chosen the cough medicine w/ sudafed in it last night for Chloe.... first of all, it didn't work, secondly, although it states 'alcohol free', Chloe was prettttttty loopy all evening, ha! We were watching the Love Comes Softly miniseries (christian Little House on the Prairie type of movies), and she was cracking us up w/ her comments. The only one that I can really remember is that she said, "When we ever move, please don't make us move to the wild west....... that food doesn't look so good and they don't have tv." Gotcha.
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