Since I have been slacking in my journal writing, I will try to recap some of the activity of the past month. It seems as though we were sick for weeks on end with one person finally getting better and then another picking up where the other left off. I somehow lucked out on avoiding the stomach flu, but everyone else suffered with it. Misha woke up on a Monday night having thrown up in her bed, on the floor and all over herself. EWWWW what a gross stinky mess. We had to wash all of her bedding right down to the bed skirt.
Chris and I made a bed for Misha on the floor of the guest room, and I laid next to her. We finally got her throwing up in a bowl instead of wherever and that continued until 2:30 am. I was so exhausted and suffering with a head cold that Kristen had passed on to me. I finally got to sleep when Kristen started crying at 3:30 am. She wasn’t willing to be consoled by rocking, so I fed her. Unfortunately when I sat her up to burp, she threw up all over me, her, the chair and the floor. Poor thing. Poor me. Chris woke up when he heard Kristen barfing. He has funny sensors that way when it comes to barfing noises. I wasn’t feeling pleasant after being up for most of the night, but I think we finally got Kristen settled and back to bed around 4:30 or 5. Misha’s tummy seemed to have settled down for a short while but she threw up at least once more then next morning. Kristen seemed to get everything out of her system with the one barfing session but was rather lethargic for most of the day.
I thought we were done with the stomach flu until the following Monday morning when both Amy and Chris woke up and immediately started barfing. Amy threw up for most of the day and couldn’t even hold down water. It was a bitterly cold day but also the day of the funeral for family in our ward whose little baby had died.
Gavin and Becky Payne knew for half of their pregnancy that their little boy, Solomon Reid, would have problems with his heart when he was born. He arrived November 12 and lived until the 29th or 30th. He had been on the heart transplant list, but just didn’t make it through surgery to implant a stint in his heart.
Wednesday, 21 December, 2005
Last night we helped the Relief Society deliver some care packages for Christmas to some needy families. As we waited for Chris to come running back to the car at the first house, a car was coming around the corner just as Chris raced off the front porch, made a mad dash to the car, and we then sped away. The other car was instantly suspicious of us and began to follow. We drove to the next house which had a very long driveway and proceeded to back into the drive. Chris shut off the lights so that we wouldn’t be spotted so easily by the family. Well, the other vehicle drove past us twice and obviously wasn’t about to drive away. I can understand how they would be concerned.
So Chris comes running back to the car and makes it just as the owners of the home open the front door. We pull out of their driveway and race away. Our friendly neighborhood watchdog car follows even though he gets stopped at a few red lights. He picks up our trail again in another subdivision about three miles away. By this time, however, he has called the police on us. We recognize his vehicle by now and wouldn’t you know it, he is joined by a police car. They talk for a minute and then the officer pulls up behind us as we are trying to secretively deliver a package at another house and turns on his red and blues lighting up the neighborhood. Amy and Misha are worried, but Chris and I were laughing. Chris turns on the lights in our car as the officer comes to the driver side window. Chris is laughing as he explains to the officer that we are delivering secret Santa packages and tells the officer that he really isn’t helping our efforts with all the flashing lights. The officer understands and says that as soon as he saw our family in the van, he was reassured that nothing subversive was going on.
Hopefully Amy and Misha will be able to remember the spirit and feeling of what we were doing, but more than likely they will remember the night their daddy got pulled over by a cop.
So Chris comes running back to the car and makes it just as the owners of the home open the front door. We pull out of their driveway and race away. Our friendly neighborhood watchdog car follows even though he gets stopped at a few red lights. He picks up our trail again in another subdivision about three miles away. By this time, however, he has called the police on us. We recognize his vehicle by now and wouldn’t you know it, he is joined by a police car. They talk for a minute and then the officer pulls up behind us as we are trying to secretively deliver a package at another house and turns on his red and blues lighting up the neighborhood. Amy and Misha are worried, but Chris and I were laughing. Chris turns on the lights in our car as the officer comes to the driver side window. Chris is laughing as he explains to the officer that we are delivering secret Santa packages and tells the officer that he really isn’t helping our efforts with all the flashing lights. The officer understands and says that as soon as he saw our family in the van, he was reassured that nothing subversive was going on.
Hopefully Amy and Misha will be able to remember the spirit and feeling of what we were doing, but more than likely they will remember the night their daddy got pulled over by a cop.
Monday, 12 December, 2005
Apparently bringing Misha breakfast in bed for her birthday started a new trend, and Amy kindly requested the same treatment for her birthday on the 11th. She got to open a few presents in the morning and then more in the evening after dinner.
She wasn’t having a birthday party this year, but we let her invite Audrey to come to dinner with us. She was doing this weird upset stomach, “I’m gonna barf” routine that night as well as the night previous at the ward Christmas Party and refused to go. So we had to cancel with Audrey and spent two ruined nights at home. But that wasn’t the end of it. She continued the "I’m sick and gonna barf" thing through the next week. Really her behavior was rather uncharacteristic for her. She was frantic with worry and wanted me to sleep with her every night. She lost four pounds with this because she wouldn’t eat for fear she would throw up. Every now and then she asks if something is good for her stomach. Not sure what is going on with her. I think there is a bit of physical discomfort, maybe cramps or something similar, but she then escalates the problem.
She wasn’t having a birthday party this year, but we let her invite Audrey to come to dinner with us. She was doing this weird upset stomach, “I’m gonna barf” routine that night as well as the night previous at the ward Christmas Party and refused to go. So we had to cancel with Audrey and spent two ruined nights at home. But that wasn’t the end of it. She continued the "I’m sick and gonna barf" thing through the next week. Really her behavior was rather uncharacteristic for her. She was frantic with worry and wanted me to sleep with her every night. She lost four pounds with this because she wouldn’t eat for fear she would throw up. Every now and then she asks if something is good for her stomach. Not sure what is going on with her. I think there is a bit of physical discomfort, maybe cramps or something similar, but she then escalates the problem.
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