Thursday, June 30, 2016

jada's big girl bed

It all started last fall. After a few years of going to bed without any problems, Jada decided she did not like to sleep in her room. She would cry and start melting down when she heard the words "time for bed". We all dreaded bedtime. At the time, she had been sleeping on a crib mattress in a crib converted to a daybed. We thought maybe it's because her bed just really isn't very comfortable. She is 3 1/2 and still sleeping on a crib mattress after all. So that whole situation led us to thinking we should try a big girl bed and see if that would help the situation.

We decided to go straight to a full size bed for little, bitty, Jada. The plan is that we would buy one mattress that should last her until she is out of the house. And other parents with older children we talked to wished they would have just gone straight for the full sized mattress instead of a twin size.

We found this old headboard when Jada was a baby and bought it for twenty bucks, thinking we just may use it down the road for this very reason.

This is the front of it. A little too ornate for my taste, so we actually ended up using the back of the headboard as the front.

This is the back of the headboard that we are using as the front. We also cut off the bottom of the legs.

Dan added a wood panel to the bottom to make the headboard tall enough; attached the frame and painted it white.

And here's Jada on her new bed. 

But this mama couldn't just stop here. I mean with a new mattress we had to find new bedding and once I started that, I just couldn't help but have some fun redoing her room. I'll show you her finished room in another post.

Friday, June 24, 2016

missing my happy girl

 Oh look at this happy girl. I haven't seen her this happy for over a week now. This was taken right before her tonsillectomy and adenoidectomy.

It all started in March. She got strep throat. Then she got it again... and again... and again... and again. She had strep throat five times in less than four months. So Jada was referred to a specialist and it was recommended she have her tonsils and adenoids removed.

So here is Jada, hanging out before surgery. Before they gave her the loopy medication that would calm her down and help with the separation anxiety of her being taken to another room for surgery without mom and dad. She is super excited about her princess pillow case from the hospital that she would get to take home. It was chosen especially for Jada by one very special nurse.

I'm not sure if you can tell from the look in Jada's eyes, but this is her feeling a little loopy and relaxed thanks to the medication to help keep her calm. It was actually quite comical. I hate to say this, but imagine a little, drunk, three-year old. She mentioned that "daddy has four eyeballs" and seemed to get really enthralled in the tag/tracker thing clipped to her gown that included a button that she was obsessed with pushing. In a slow, slurred voice she would say "I love this button... I didn't know I was going to get a button..."

They soon wheeled her away, off to surgery once the medicine had really kicked in and she didn't even notice a bit.

When she came back to the room after surgery, however, it was a whole different story. She was waking up and coming off the anesthesia when they brought her back in to the room. She was very confused and out of it and cried a lot. She would reach her hands out and reach for you but at the same time it was like she didn't want you. She continually tried to rip her iv out of her hand and just had a hard time settling down - which I guess is common.

She finally settled down and fell asleep.

And when she woke up, she seemed to be feeling much better.

So much so, that she had two containers of ice cream.

And after half a day at the hospital, we were ready to go home.

But, I would say the day of surgery and the day after weren't so bad. It was by day three that things started to get worse and by day five things were pretty rough. She was hurting a lot and crying a lot. She obviously wasn't eating. Not even ice cream. She didn't like her pain medication and that was a battle to get her to take that. And she wasn't drinking, which was becoming a concern. Concern enough that the nurses suggested I do anything I could to get her to drink, even if it meant bribing her. We actually got to the point that I was paying her to drink. At one point the little stinker negotiated for five pennies instead of the four I offered her.
Once we got her to drink more, things seemed to turn around a little bit for the better and the next couple days were better. Today, day eight, I think she has finally turned a corner and things are getting much better. She still has another week left of eating soft foods, but I am hopeful we are out of the worst of it and we will see that happy girl again soon.

Thursday, June 9, 2016

my little kindergarten graduate

My little K-man graduated Kindergarten a couple weeks ago. Kindergarten. I have a first-grader now. My, oh, my, how time flies...

I don't ever remember (nor do my parents) doing anything big when I finished Kindergarten back in the town I grew up in. Here in Sioux Center though, Kindergarten graduation is like  a big deal. Like caps and gowns; professional pictures; songs and walking across the stage to shake the principal's hand and get their cute, little, Kindergarten diploma. It's just the cutest. It was a sweet day and I'm so proud of my little man.

And this cute, little, graduation ceremony dates back many years. Dan went through the same graduation ceremony 28 years ago.

Our little graduate getting his diploma!

it's been awhile

Wow. So, I guess it's been awhile. Like half a year since I made a post. I really have no excuse other than I just didn't really feel like blogging. But now I kind of feel like blogging again. Kind of. So, we'll see how long this lasts.