We took Ridge to the dentist again today to have a look at his tooth and find out if we should leave it in and see if it comes down or take it out.
After the Dentist had a look at it and we talked for a bit we decided that the tooth was going to come out. The dentist feared that the thin bone that attaches to the teeth was broken and so the tooth would not come down on it's own and instead of waiting a month and risking infection and damage we decided to go ahead with the extraction. It will be done on Tuesday at the surgical hospital. I am NOT excited to go through this but I look forward to finally having this taken care of.
He will have the surgery on Tuesday and then on Nov. 4th he will go in and have fake tooth attached. It will kind of be like a retainer only the wire will go on the inside of the teeth. It will have bands that go around his molars to keep it in place.
When I told Ridge that he was going to get a new tooth he was really sad because he wanted to be a toothless pirate for Halloween. After I explained to him that he would get his new tooth after Halloween he was just fine.
I have been so impressed with his maturity during this whole endeavor. It has been stressful to say the least but he has been such a trooper.
Gotta love him!
At least I do.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
I Spoke Too Soon
In my last post I mentioned that I was glad the weekend was over because it was full of unfortunate events, well, I spoke too soon.
Monday was good but Tuesday was not.
The first part of the day was fine but after Dyson got home from school the boys had lunch and we were off to an appointment for Dyson in Layton. When we got to the appointment I let the boys play on this airplane. It was outside the building and I told them I was going to go check in and I'd be right back.
As I was finishing signing in I turned around to go check on the boys and I saw a lady holding Ridge and he was screaming and he was covered in blood. I ran to him and took him into the bathroom to clean him up. We found the source of the bleeding was in his mouth and we preceded to rinse his mouth and then I noticed his right front tooth was GONE! I nearly started crying right then but I didn't want to freak Ridge out so I tried to hold it together. While we were cleaning up Ridge's mouth the lady that brought him in took Dyson outside to look for the missing tooth and to find out what had happened. They couldn't find the tooth.
One of the receptionist was in the bathroom with me and she was talking calmly to Ridge and I looked at her and told her I didn't know what to do and that I was kind of freaking out, so I was going to need some help. Her and the lady that brought Ridge in helped me get him and the other kids upstairs to a pediatrition's office to have them take a look. He said it looked a ok considering what had happened and that he recommended I take him to a dentist. So back downstairs we went and we found a dentist that we motored over to really fast. On the way there I called my mom and had her meet us there. She called my dad to come and give me and Ridge blessings.
So we all met at the dentists and they took Ridge back for some x-rays. The x-ray's showed that the tooth in fact did not get knocked out. It was still there, it has just been shoved back up into his gums. This is what the poor boy looks like.
If you look in the hole where his tooth should have been you can see a white thing. That is his tooth. I'm not sure how it all happened but it seems that he fell while playing on the airplane and he landed just right as to not knock the tooth out but just relocate it. I asked the dentist what our course of treatment would be and he said that when stuff like this happens to small children the tooth can actually rerupture, or come back down again. So it will basically be like he is teething again. They want to wait and see if it will do that, so we are waiting for a month and then he will go back in. If the tooth is coming down they will wait some more and hopefully it will all come down. If after a month there is no change then they will have to do surgery to remove the tooth and then we will hope that there is no damage to his permanent tooth underneath.
He was such a trooper and his Papa blessed him that he would heal completely from this and that everything would be ok, I was blessed with the patience to deal with his orneryness. I'm stil not sure how I feel about that. haha.
I am so grateful to my parents who rushed to meet me when Jason was so far away. I am also very grateful that I have the Gospel in my life. I am so thankful that my dad was able to give me and my son blessings when we needed them. There are no words to express the feelings I have about that wonderful gift in my life. I am grateful that our Father in Heaven gave us this gift so that we could truly have the his power here on earth to heal and comfort.
Thanks again mom and dad for everything you do for me and my family.
P.S. I really hope today goes better than yesterday!
Monday, October 5, 2009
Conference in a Nutshell
Saturday:
Got up Saturday for conferene weekend
Had breakfast, and put Rori down for first nap by 9:30
Ridge threw up all over my bed during 1st session.
Threw up on his bed, and Dyson's bed during the second session.
Did lots of laundry
All this while trying to contain Rori, who after her nap was CRAZY! (in a good, happy sort a way)
# of talks I listened to.... 1, plus a few bits and pieces, which I can't remember
Sunday :
Woke up and nobody was sick, Yeah!
Before 1st session Rori hit her mouth on the stairs and split her mouth
Bled everywhere
Had to wash my white shirt I was wearing
scrubbed the floor and bathroom to clean blood
Hoped I wasn't accused of commiting crime as my bathroom would reveal traces of blood
missed most of the 1st session due to consoling and injured child
Fought with the boys during the second session
tried to fight of feelings of complete failure as I realized my attempt at spiritual nurishment were totally unsuccessful.
Monday:
Glad that weekend if OVER!
Got up Saturday for conferene weekend
Had breakfast, and put Rori down for first nap by 9:30
Ridge threw up all over my bed during 1st session.
Threw up on his bed, and Dyson's bed during the second session.
Did lots of laundry
All this while trying to contain Rori, who after her nap was CRAZY! (in a good, happy sort a way)
# of talks I listened to.... 1, plus a few bits and pieces, which I can't remember
Sunday :
Woke up and nobody was sick, Yeah!
Before 1st session Rori hit her mouth on the stairs and split her mouth
Bled everywhere
Had to wash my white shirt I was wearing
scrubbed the floor and bathroom to clean blood
Hoped I wasn't accused of commiting crime as my bathroom would reveal traces of blood
missed most of the 1st session due to consoling and injured child
Fought with the boys during the second session
tried to fight of feelings of complete failure as I realized my attempt at spiritual nurishment were totally unsuccessful.
Monday:
Glad that weekend if OVER!
Friday, September 18, 2009
Bead-ectomy
This incident happened nearly a month ago about but I am just now getting around to typing it up for your enjoyment. (and I'm pretty sure you'll enjoy it)
It all started on Ridge's first day of preschool. I had been searching around for a preschool for Ridge for pretty much the whole summer and I was lucky enough to find one that was close to my house that was pretty cheap.
It was a Wednesday and I took Ridge to school, he was so excited. When we got there we all sat together on the floor and the adults talked about grown up things while the kids played. Then it was time to leave and as I was getting ready to walk out the door I started a conversation with another mom. (I'm sure you are all shocked that i started talking. haha) Anyway, so we got to talking and we realized that we lived close-ish to each other and we decided to carpool. We were standing outside working out the details when the teacher exited her house with Ridge by the hand. Immediately my mind starts working and I'm sure she is going to tell me that he has hit someone, was crying or peed his pants. (I was actually almost positive it was peed clothes) but to my surprise she said he had put a bead up his nose!!! I about died laughing right then. Little did I know I was about to start a day long adventure to try to get it removed.
Here is a picture of the pink bead up his nose. My thumb is holding his nostril so you can see the bead.
Sorry it's not in focus but I took this with my camera phone right before they removed it.
Anyway, back to the story. So I took Ridge to a nearby kids care and after standing in line for a bit found out that they didn't take my insurance so I had to leave and go to a different clinic. ( I would have taken him to his own pediatrician but he is so far away and I thought it would be faster to go somewhere nearby...) so we checked into the clinic and waited. Finally they called us back and I told them what happened and they looked at me like I was crazy and then looked up Ridgedon's nose. The doctor seemed to be at a loss as to what to do and so he suggested that I cover Ridge's mouth with my mouth and blow hard to try to force air through his nose to get the bead out. I'm not sure why he didn't suggest Ridge trying to blow his own nose first, but he didn't. In fact after attempting his way several times I'm the one who suggested Ridge blowing his own nose. This of course did not yield the results we desired and we were then sent to Primary Children's Medical Center.
I had to run home so I could be there when Dyson got home from school and I called my mom to see if she could take the other kids, because let's face it, sitting in a hospital ER waiting room with 3 kids sounds SUPER FUN.
After my mom arrived I was off the hospital with Ridge where I checked in and waited for 3 1/2 hours. I then asked the nurses at the front desk if they forgot I was waiting and they of course said no and asked me to take a seat. 1/2 hour later I was escorted to a curtained off area and told the doc would be in soon. 3 hours later I asked the nurses at the nurses station if I had been forgotten and again the assured me that I hadn't and asked me to be patient. About 5 min later a doc came in. (I'm convinced I was forgotten)
I was informed that they were going to insert and Foley Catheter up his nose, inflate the little balloon at the end of it and them pull it out hopefully removing the bead from his nose. When we checked in they asked if Ridge had eaten anything and was told he couldn't eat just in case they needed to sedate him. So we had waited for about 7 hours with out Ridge eating, he was not a happy camper.
When the docs came in hey had an intern attempt to put the catheter in and of course she couldn't get it in on the 1st or 2nd or even the 3rd time. So at this point the attending or resident what ever she was took over and she didn't even get in on the first try! Luckily she did get it on the second but not before Ridge was screaming and writhing in panic and terror. By the look on his face and everything I'm sure he thought these people were trying to kill him.
Needless to say it was a traumatic experience for all.
The bead is out now and we had a very long and intense talk about putting things up his nose. I asked him why he did it and he replied
"Mom, I made a new friend at school and I wanted to show him a trick, so I rolled the bead up my nose."
It all started on Ridge's first day of preschool. I had been searching around for a preschool for Ridge for pretty much the whole summer and I was lucky enough to find one that was close to my house that was pretty cheap.
It was a Wednesday and I took Ridge to school, he was so excited. When we got there we all sat together on the floor and the adults talked about grown up things while the kids played. Then it was time to leave and as I was getting ready to walk out the door I started a conversation with another mom. (I'm sure you are all shocked that i started talking. haha) Anyway, so we got to talking and we realized that we lived close-ish to each other and we decided to carpool. We were standing outside working out the details when the teacher exited her house with Ridge by the hand. Immediately my mind starts working and I'm sure she is going to tell me that he has hit someone, was crying or peed his pants. (I was actually almost positive it was peed clothes) but to my surprise she said he had put a bead up his nose!!! I about died laughing right then. Little did I know I was about to start a day long adventure to try to get it removed.
Here is a picture of the pink bead up his nose. My thumb is holding his nostril so you can see the bead.
Sorry it's not in focus but I took this with my camera phone right before they removed it.
Anyway, back to the story. So I took Ridge to a nearby kids care and after standing in line for a bit found out that they didn't take my insurance so I had to leave and go to a different clinic. ( I would have taken him to his own pediatrician but he is so far away and I thought it would be faster to go somewhere nearby...) so we checked into the clinic and waited. Finally they called us back and I told them what happened and they looked at me like I was crazy and then looked up Ridgedon's nose. The doctor seemed to be at a loss as to what to do and so he suggested that I cover Ridge's mouth with my mouth and blow hard to try to force air through his nose to get the bead out. I'm not sure why he didn't suggest Ridge trying to blow his own nose first, but he didn't. In fact after attempting his way several times I'm the one who suggested Ridge blowing his own nose. This of course did not yield the results we desired and we were then sent to Primary Children's Medical Center.
I had to run home so I could be there when Dyson got home from school and I called my mom to see if she could take the other kids, because let's face it, sitting in a hospital ER waiting room with 3 kids sounds SUPER FUN.
After my mom arrived I was off the hospital with Ridge where I checked in and waited for 3 1/2 hours. I then asked the nurses at the front desk if they forgot I was waiting and they of course said no and asked me to take a seat. 1/2 hour later I was escorted to a curtained off area and told the doc would be in soon. 3 hours later I asked the nurses at the nurses station if I had been forgotten and again the assured me that I hadn't and asked me to be patient. About 5 min later a doc came in. (I'm convinced I was forgotten)
I was informed that they were going to insert and Foley Catheter up his nose, inflate the little balloon at the end of it and them pull it out hopefully removing the bead from his nose. When we checked in they asked if Ridge had eaten anything and was told he couldn't eat just in case they needed to sedate him. So we had waited for about 7 hours with out Ridge eating, he was not a happy camper.
When the docs came in hey had an intern attempt to put the catheter in and of course she couldn't get it in on the 1st or 2nd or even the 3rd time. So at this point the attending or resident what ever she was took over and she didn't even get in on the first try! Luckily she did get it on the second but not before Ridge was screaming and writhing in panic and terror. By the look on his face and everything I'm sure he thought these people were trying to kill him.
Needless to say it was a traumatic experience for all.
The bead is out now and we had a very long and intense talk about putting things up his nose. I asked him why he did it and he replied
"Mom, I made a new friend at school and I wanted to show him a trick, so I rolled the bead up my nose."
Monday, August 31, 2009
Dyson has a Crush
If you read the other post I did today you would know that today was Dyson's first day of school. To Dyson's surprise and dismay I decided to pick him up from school. When I got there the kids were all lined up ready to walk to the bus so I told his teacher I was going to take him home with me. Dyson saw me and rolled his eyes like "mom, what are you doing here. Oh my heck, you never leave." The conversation that followed was hilliarious, at least to me. But I'll let you decide for yourself. It went as follows:
Dyson: hold on mom I have to say goodbye to my new friend, she's so lovely.
Mom: OK, where's your new friends?
Dyson: She's over here.
Mom: What's her name?
Dyson: What's your name again? (her name is Holly or Hailey I can't remember)
Mom: I'm glad you made a new friend today.
Dyson: Yeah, I had to be her friend because she is so beautiful.
Mom: Did you make friends with anyone else?
Dyson: No, just her. I can only be friends with the beautiful girls.
Mom: Were any of the other girls beautiful?
Dyson: Yes, but she was the Most beautiful. So I HAD to be her friend.
Mom: So what did you do today?
Dyson: Just normal school stuff like playing with the beautiful girl at the playground, and stuff like that.
Mom: (laughing to herself)
Interjection: "Beautiful Girl" had either a mosquito bite on her eye or black eye because her eye was swollen and a little purpleish.
Mom: do you know what happened to her eye? It looks like she has a mosquito bite on her eye or something.
Dyson: No mom, she doesn't have a squito bite, she just put some stuff on her eye to make her more beautiful. Like the stuff you put on.
Mom: You mean makeup?
Dyson: Yeah
Dyson: I think tomorrow I'm going to whisper in her her ear and tell her I love her so she can marry me.
Mom: (sitting astonished, not knowing how to respond, then trying not to laugh)
Dyson: Mom, she really is beautiful.
I'm pretty sure the word "beautiful" has never been used so many times in one conversation. It was pretty much the only word Dyson used to describe her. I remember having crushes in kindergarten but the first day?!?! This seems a little extreme.
I'm glad he is having a good time but I had to tell him that he couldn't get married because we had to have lunch. Dyson saw my logic and consented to wait to get married.
Dyson: hold on mom I have to say goodbye to my new friend, she's so lovely.
Mom: OK, where's your new friends?
Dyson: She's over here.
Mom: What's her name?
Dyson: What's your name again? (her name is Holly or Hailey I can't remember)
Mom: I'm glad you made a new friend today.
Dyson: Yeah, I had to be her friend because she is so beautiful.
Mom: Did you make friends with anyone else?
Dyson: No, just her. I can only be friends with the beautiful girls.
Mom: Were any of the other girls beautiful?
Dyson: Yes, but she was the Most beautiful. So I HAD to be her friend.
Mom: So what did you do today?
Dyson: Just normal school stuff like playing with the beautiful girl at the playground, and stuff like that.
Mom: (laughing to herself)
Interjection: "Beautiful Girl" had either a mosquito bite on her eye or black eye because her eye was swollen and a little purpleish.
Mom: do you know what happened to her eye? It looks like she has a mosquito bite on her eye or something.
Dyson: No mom, she doesn't have a squito bite, she just put some stuff on her eye to make her more beautiful. Like the stuff you put on.
Mom: You mean makeup?
Dyson: Yeah
Dyson: I think tomorrow I'm going to whisper in her her ear and tell her I love her so she can marry me.
Mom: (sitting astonished, not knowing how to respond, then trying not to laugh)
Dyson: Mom, she really is beautiful.
I'm pretty sure the word "beautiful" has never been used so many times in one conversation. It was pretty much the only word Dyson used to describe her. I remember having crushes in kindergarten but the first day?!?! This seems a little extreme.
I'm glad he is having a good time but I had to tell him that he couldn't get married because we had to have lunch. Dyson saw my logic and consented to wait to get married.
First Official Day of School
Dyson had his first official day of Kindergarten today. It's been kind of retarted this last week because school actually started last Monday but they do testing for the kindergarteners during the first week. So he went last Monday and then had to wait a whole week before he actually got to go again. 
He gets to ride the school bus with his friends and here they are Elijah is on the left and Rustin is on the right (I think, haha) He was so excited to be a big kid and ride to school. I asked him if I could follow the bus and make sure he got to class ok and he told me NO! He said he let me go to school with him last time and that was enough. This kid is growing up so fast!
This morning we got up, had breakfast, had a bath, got dressed, brushed teeth, got back pack and headed for the bus stop. I walked him to the corner where the bus picks them up with Ridge and Rori along for the ride. When the bus came he got on the bus before I could even give him a hug! He climbed on and took a seat by a window and turned and with a big smile waved at me. I am so proud of him and independence. He amazes me everyday. I hope he has a GREAT day at his "first" day of school.I'm pretty proud of myself too, I didn't even cry. I have had butterflies in my stomach for him all morning but I haven't cried. I think Dyson has been cutting the apron strings for a while now that it didn't hurt too bad to see him venutre off. He is always wanting to go and do and try new things without me so it didn't come as a huge shock that he wanted to do this by himself.
Good luck Dyson and I love you!
Monday, August 17, 2009
One Week and Counting
AHHHHHHHH!
OK, I'm better now.....I think.
Dyson starts kindergarten in ONE week!!! Next Monday he will have his very first day of school! I can't believe it. I'm in a constant state of denial. I have to talk about to just about everyone I see just so it can become more real to me so I don't have a complete melt down next Monday. (although I'm not sure it's going to work)
When Dyson was born he was the joy of my existence. If you don't have kids you will never understand the feeling, if you have kids you know exactly what I'm talking about. Those sweet little angels bring this amazing love with them and you begin to wonder how you ever lived without them. I can still remember what it was like to hold him for the first time, and when we brought him home from the hospital. So many of my memories have to do with that little guy. And now my super handsome buddy is going off to school. I'm so proud of the progress he is making with his reading and such and I know he'll do great but that doesn't stop the emotional, sentimental part of me from coming out and getting weepy at the thought of his growing up.
Good luck Dyson, I know you'll do GREAT!
In other news I should probably update you all on Jason.
Jason has been losing weight (which we all know he doesn't have any to spare) and was exhausted all the time. He went to the doctor and we found out that he has Megaloblastic Anemia. His hematocrit was 7 (really, really low. He should have had a blood transfusion and been admitted to the hospital) and he isn't absorbing vitamin B12. So he is now on daily B12 injections and is also being treated for a parasite. (we don't know for sure if he has one because the test to find out cost 42 dollars but the drug to treat on only cost 9 so we went ahead with the treatment and did't to the test) He is already starting to feel better and is going to have a scope done of his digestive tract in December. We pray for him daily and we feel that he will be just fine.
We hope you are all doing well!
OK, I'm better now.....I think.
Dyson starts kindergarten in ONE week!!! Next Monday he will have his very first day of school! I can't believe it. I'm in a constant state of denial. I have to talk about to just about everyone I see just so it can become more real to me so I don't have a complete melt down next Monday. (although I'm not sure it's going to work)
When Dyson was born he was the joy of my existence. If you don't have kids you will never understand the feeling, if you have kids you know exactly what I'm talking about. Those sweet little angels bring this amazing love with them and you begin to wonder how you ever lived without them. I can still remember what it was like to hold him for the first time, and when we brought him home from the hospital. So many of my memories have to do with that little guy. And now my super handsome buddy is going off to school. I'm so proud of the progress he is making with his reading and such and I know he'll do great but that doesn't stop the emotional, sentimental part of me from coming out and getting weepy at the thought of his growing up.
Good luck Dyson, I know you'll do GREAT!
In other news I should probably update you all on Jason.
Jason has been losing weight (which we all know he doesn't have any to spare) and was exhausted all the time. He went to the doctor and we found out that he has Megaloblastic Anemia. His hematocrit was 7 (really, really low. He should have had a blood transfusion and been admitted to the hospital) and he isn't absorbing vitamin B12. So he is now on daily B12 injections and is also being treated for a parasite. (we don't know for sure if he has one because the test to find out cost 42 dollars but the drug to treat on only cost 9 so we went ahead with the treatment and did't to the test) He is already starting to feel better and is going to have a scope done of his digestive tract in December. We pray for him daily and we feel that he will be just fine.
We hope you are all doing well!
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