Thursday, March 23, 2006
The Happiest Place on Earth
We made it through three days of Disneyland resort with three kids! I was a little frighten at the thought of going to Disneyland with an active two year old. I did not want to be one of those all to familiar scenes at the supposed "Happiest place on earth", were the parent is screaming at the child to behave or the child is screaming at the parent for something, or the parents are screaming at eachother. I've always wanted to go up to those people at that moment and say, "Isn't this just the happiest place on earth?". But I do have some tacted and so I refrain.
luckily we escaped without having a scene like that of our own. Fun was had by all and we came home still loving eachother. Some of the Highlights of the trip.
Leah went on the TOWER OF TERROR! She said it gave her 100 butterflies in her stomach.
Whitney saw Pooh Bear for the first time. So cute.
Daddy riding space Mountain with his girls.
Whitney danced with Buzz light year.
Mommy had a hot fudge sundae from room service at the hotel.
Haley, Leah, Whitney, & Mommy got to dance in the parade at California adventures.
Haley and Mommy got soaked on splash mountain!
Cotton candy and merry go rounds with Leah and Whitney.
Haley and Leah got to sleep in big fluffy beds at the hotel.
Mommy and Daddy got their own room!
Spending time with grandma Ballard in Long Beach.
No meetings, no carpool, no alarm clocks just fun, fun,fun!
Monday, March 20, 2006
Whitney's Two!
Whitney had her Birthday on March 4th. I don't know where the time has gone. She has grown so much and is turning into such a fun little person. Her vocabulary gets bigger everyday and she will repeat pretty much anything you say. Which some times is not a good thing. Some of Whitney's loves are her bottle (hopefully this will disappear soon), being wrapped up in her blanket, noodles, grapes, and cheese. She loves to dance and sing. Some of her favorites are popcorn popping, do as I'm doing, and the wheels on the bus song. Whitney has a fetish for shoes and hats. She loves to play dress ups and put funny glasses on her face. As soon as she is dressed up she is ready to take her baby for a ride somewhere. Her favorite shows right now are still Barney, wonder pets, Dora, wiggles and the big comfy couch.
Whitney is an absolute love bug! She loves to cuddle, hug, kiss, say hi and bye to anyone walking by. One of her favorite places to be is on her daddies lap in front of the t.v. with her milk in one hand and her other hand on her tummy with her finger in her belly button. She also loves to be on the go. Loves the outdoors especially the park. She could swing for hours if we let her. She has no fear and will run, climb, jump, roll, and swim(if she knew how), just about anywhere. She keeps us on our toes.
We are so blessed to have her in our lives she is a ray of sunshine on a gloomy day.
Yeah for Whitney, Happy Birthday!
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Waiting Rooms
I think waiting rooms were invented so God could give us a sneak peek of what hell may be like. This is what I was thinking as I sat with my husband in the ER waiting room last Monday. Our day started out going to a doctors appointment for Monty at about 11a.m.. He had been having bad abdominal pains for about three days. After an examination the doctor encouraged us to go to the ER so they could do further test and make sure it wasn't anything serious. We had no idea at that time what a long day we had ahead of us.
I would like to think that I have a general love and compassion for others. But all that was coming forth for the majority of the people around me was annoyance, disgust and a feeling of nausea. The man to my left looked as if he hadn't showered in a good month. He apparently had a case of chronic hiccups. They came every 5 seconds. It was a little like what Chinese torture must of been like. You slowly start to go crazy hearing the sound "Heeeep!, Heeeep!" in a high pitched tone over and over. After about an hour he fell asleep thank goodness. Behind me was a women who felt the need to talk loud enough for everyone in the hospital to hear. She had something wrong with her foot and hobbled over to triage to yell at the nurse that she was not being seen fast enough. She was unsatisfied with the response she received from the nurse and hobbled back to her seat *itching about it the whole way. Then we had a guy who dressed like a pimp with an oversized jacket, huge sunglasses and a hat come in with his Russian girlfriend. They apparently didn't understand that you couldn't sign in and then leave the ER for a few hours without losing your spot in the calling order. We had at least three different people with barf buckets. Which just looking at the buckets is enough to make me gag. But then when they really started to puke I had to plug my ears to not cause a ripple effect. I started to fear I would get sick just from sitting in the waiting room. After 2 1/2hrs. Monty was called into triage. Finally we were going somewhere. Right? Wrong. There was not enough room in the ER to accommodate everyone. So after 10 minutes of being checked out we got sent back out to hell. They would continue for the next 5 hours to treat and test Monty and the majority of the other People from the waiting room. I'm not sure how Monty endured this, he wasn't allowed to eat or drink anything nor was he given any drugs to numb the pain. By the time evening came a whole new group of people with different ailments came in. A big tall white guy with a shaved head brought his daughter in to go see his wife who was one of the few who were given a room. As soon as he was told that they couldn't see her together he pitch a HUGE fit. Profanity was flying all over the place out of this mans mouth. Apparently he was concerned enough about his eleven year old daughter that he wouldn't leave her alone with the nurses but swearing and showing ample amount of disrespect to the ER staff was just fine for his daughter to be present for.
On the flip side of hell I did see some good things. Across from me was a white haired woman in her mid 80's accompanied with two friends. They assisted her in and out of the ER and stayed with her the entire time she waited to be treated. I watched them tell jokes and laugh with each other. I admired their friendship and hoped that when I reach that age I will have good friends who I can laugh with and stand by me when I am in need. There also was a couple who were probably in their forties. The women obviously felt very ill. Her husband was so tender with her. He was constantly comforting her and making sure she was well cared for. I also saw a young mother with her a sick child, a couple who looked like they were expecting their first child. A women with her elderly mother who seem to be suffering from alzehiemers. It was endearing to watch these people take care of their loved ones.
As I watched each of these people I wondered what their stories were. Why they were there and how they got there. What kind of family life they came from. I guess in the midst of disgust for my surroundings I did still have some compassion for the people around me. Even though all these people had different packaging on the outside and different ways of expressing their worries, they were all there for the same reasons. To be seen, heard, listen to and cared for.
In the end after all the test were done, Monty was sent home with pain killers and some antibiotics. He has a condition called Diversticulitis. So after sitting in Hell for 9 hours he was basically told to take these pills and drink water and eat more fiber. The good part of all this is that even though our surroundings were not optimal Monty and I did get to spend a lot of time together. Hopefully we will not be returning there for another date anytime soon.
I would like to think that I have a general love and compassion for others. But all that was coming forth for the majority of the people around me was annoyance, disgust and a feeling of nausea. The man to my left looked as if he hadn't showered in a good month. He apparently had a case of chronic hiccups. They came every 5 seconds. It was a little like what Chinese torture must of been like. You slowly start to go crazy hearing the sound "Heeeep!, Heeeep!" in a high pitched tone over and over. After about an hour he fell asleep thank goodness. Behind me was a women who felt the need to talk loud enough for everyone in the hospital to hear. She had something wrong with her foot and hobbled over to triage to yell at the nurse that she was not being seen fast enough. She was unsatisfied with the response she received from the nurse and hobbled back to her seat *itching about it the whole way. Then we had a guy who dressed like a pimp with an oversized jacket, huge sunglasses and a hat come in with his Russian girlfriend. They apparently didn't understand that you couldn't sign in and then leave the ER for a few hours without losing your spot in the calling order. We had at least three different people with barf buckets. Which just looking at the buckets is enough to make me gag. But then when they really started to puke I had to plug my ears to not cause a ripple effect. I started to fear I would get sick just from sitting in the waiting room. After 2 1/2hrs. Monty was called into triage. Finally we were going somewhere. Right? Wrong. There was not enough room in the ER to accommodate everyone. So after 10 minutes of being checked out we got sent back out to hell. They would continue for the next 5 hours to treat and test Monty and the majority of the other People from the waiting room. I'm not sure how Monty endured this, he wasn't allowed to eat or drink anything nor was he given any drugs to numb the pain. By the time evening came a whole new group of people with different ailments came in. A big tall white guy with a shaved head brought his daughter in to go see his wife who was one of the few who were given a room. As soon as he was told that they couldn't see her together he pitch a HUGE fit. Profanity was flying all over the place out of this mans mouth. Apparently he was concerned enough about his eleven year old daughter that he wouldn't leave her alone with the nurses but swearing and showing ample amount of disrespect to the ER staff was just fine for his daughter to be present for.
On the flip side of hell I did see some good things. Across from me was a white haired woman in her mid 80's accompanied with two friends. They assisted her in and out of the ER and stayed with her the entire time she waited to be treated. I watched them tell jokes and laugh with each other. I admired their friendship and hoped that when I reach that age I will have good friends who I can laugh with and stand by me when I am in need. There also was a couple who were probably in their forties. The women obviously felt very ill. Her husband was so tender with her. He was constantly comforting her and making sure she was well cared for. I also saw a young mother with her a sick child, a couple who looked like they were expecting their first child. A women with her elderly mother who seem to be suffering from alzehiemers. It was endearing to watch these people take care of their loved ones.
As I watched each of these people I wondered what their stories were. Why they were there and how they got there. What kind of family life they came from. I guess in the midst of disgust for my surroundings I did still have some compassion for the people around me. Even though all these people had different packaging on the outside and different ways of expressing their worries, they were all there for the same reasons. To be seen, heard, listen to and cared for.
In the end after all the test were done, Monty was sent home with pain killers and some antibiotics. He has a condition called Diversticulitis. So after sitting in Hell for 9 hours he was basically told to take these pills and drink water and eat more fiber. The good part of all this is that even though our surroundings were not optimal Monty and I did get to spend a lot of time together. Hopefully we will not be returning there for another date anytime soon.
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