2nd set of stitches

We had quite an exciting Tuesday evening. Aubrey ran into the corner of a wall at Grandpa and Grandma's house and put an inch-and-a-half-long gash in her head in the upper back left side. I wasn't sure what to do but called the doctor, not sure if it needed stitches or not. It didn't look too bad once we got her cleaned up but was still bleeding. Greg had just gotten home from work when the doctor's office called back and said to bring her in. It was the first night of soccer practice for Aubrey and Grant, and Greg is the coach, so I assured him I was ok, and that I could take her. I'd cleaned her up, after all, and had been able to handle that ok. I left him to finish up dinner, feed the other three kids, and take them all to soccer while I drove Aubrey to the doctor.

Aubrey cried all the way there, not because she was in pain (she'd been pretty calm, even playing outside while we waited to hear from the doctor) but because she didn't want to be late to practice. It was decided, once we got there, that she did indeed need stitches. Aubrey became very upset and a little hysterical. I distracted her with a game on my phone while they cleaned her up and prepped her head. That worked for a bit, until they started injecting the numbing medicine over and over all the way around the wound, and then she really started freaking out, screaming and crying. "I can't take it anymore!" I was leaning over her, holding her hand, trying to calm her down, and right when my daughter needed me most, I looked over at the needle...and fainted. I slumped over Aubrey on the table and then slowly slid down to the floor where I blacked out. Such.bad.timing. As the world gradually came back into focus, I could hear Aubrey crying and trying to answer the doctor's repeated question of, "Sharp or dull? Sharp or dull?" (testing to see if she was numbed up yet) and the medial assistant asking if I was ok. "I'm ok. I'm ok. I'm so sorry. Aubrey, it's gonna be ok!" I was so embarrassed and felt bad that I wimped out on them, but I was a useless heap on the floor. Poor Aubrey! I reached up and tried to pat her foot and reassure her that she and I both were ok. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Aubrey's answer changed from "sharp" to "dull," and she started to calm down. I sent an S.O.S. text to Leah, the closest person to the doctor's office, and Eric arrived instead a few minutes later. I thought, "Well, if Aubrey can't have her daddy here, Uncle Eric is the next best thing!" :) She was pretty calm and all numbed up by the time he arrived, but at least she had someone to hold her hand and talk to her while they finished up the stitches. She ended up with four of them. By the time they were all done, I had gotten the feeling back in my arms and legs and felt good enough to drive. We didn't go to soccer practice. We went straight home.

So, now I know, for sure, that I just cannot be the one to take kids to the doctor for things like this. I'm no good in a medical emergency. It's a difficult truth to accept. I'm a mother of four, for goodness' sake! I should be able to take care of my kids when they're hurt. But I can't. I have no control over it, so it is what it is. Greg says it's my "kryptonite." I WISH this was my one and only weakness! That'd be nice. But it's not. It's just a very glaring, inconvenient one! This is the third time I've fainted at the doctor's office with the kids--once at the allergist with Kari and one other time at our current doctor's office with Joel.  At one point, while I was there with Aubrey, that same doctor poked his head in while Aubrey was getting stitched up, looked down and saw me on the floor, and said, "Oh, that's right. You have a problem with this, don't you?"  They were all very nice, but boy, was I embarrassed! They should only have to deal with one patient, not two!

I was able to use this story when I "opened" the service and did the welcome at church this morning. It was a week full of heartache with people grieving deaths and just some really tough stuff, so it was nice to have something lighthearted to share, even if it was a little embarrassing to share this weakness of mine. I talked about how it reminded me that I can't do it all, that I'm not able to. We all need Jesus, and we need His people, the body of Christ. We can't do this life on our own.

Now to figure out who is going to go with Aubrey when she needs her stitches out...


She picked out a bandana at REI to wear in her hair. She wasn't supposed to wash her hair or even brush the side with stitches for two days, so we were trying to think of ways to protect her head and make her cute at the same time. The bandana was Aunt Leah' suggestion, and Aubrey liked it.

Four Swimmers

We doubled up on the swim lessons this summer, and we now have four swimmers. We've allowed Grant to go without his puddle jumper or water wings, as long as he stays in the shallow end. He is a fish in the water and knows how to swim, but his skills aren't quite developed enough for us to be comfortable with him in the deep end. We need to see some forward motion before we can allow that. Next year he'll be in the deep end, too, I'm sure. He seems to be under water more often than above water in the pool. Crazy kid. He also likes to do somersaults, front-wards and back-wards. His tricks remind me of the sea lions at the zoo. He's pretty fun to watch.

Aubrey has made some pretty amazing progress in the pool this year. She is a completely independent swimmer at Grandpa and Grandma's pool now. She's pretty proud of her skills, too.

Joel and Kari are better swimmers than me (didn't take many lessons to accomplish that) and have been working on perfecting their dives and seeing who can dive the furthest and with the least amount of splash.

Trout Creek Bible Camp

Kari was at Trout Creek Bible Camp last week for 5 nights. Yes, 5 nights! She was nervous, but I may have been more nervous because while she was having fun, I was here worrying that she wasn't. I have been working on her for the past two years, trying to get her to be willing to give camp a try. She put up a strong resistance, but my persistence paid off. She finally gave in and then got excited about it.



with Sarah, her buddy from church



This is part of her cabin group. Cabin assignment time was a bit stressful because she had a couple different friends there, and they were in different groups, and she had to make a quick choice and didn't want to hurt any feelings. It turned out great, but that bit of drama sure didn't help with the nerves!

 

After the cabin assignments had been made, each group went outside and circled up on the grass. I snapped this photo, and then we left her there. I have to admit that I did dissolve into tears after saying good-bye (Kari didn't see me cry), but I got a hug from a fellow mom friend (not a first time camper-parent) and was ok. It was such a strange feeling, knowing we weren't going to see her all week.

We did get to "see" her in photos the camp posted on their FB page, and that was great. I stalked their page multiple times a day, scanning the photos for glimpses of Kari. Nothing on the first day (I didn't sleep much that first night), but we saw this one on the second day.

She was in the background and blurry, but she was smiling! Ah, relief!

We spied her in the background of lots of photos during the week and saw this one towards the end of the week. The kids decided the "Where's Kari?" game was pretty fun.

 



She had agreed to write to us one time and followed through on her word, but we didn't get it until Thursday. Loved this letter!

 

I wrote to her every day and so did Aubrey. This one was my favorite of Aubrey's.

Translation: "Dear Kari, the cats threw up in the bathroom. How many times did you kiss the moose?"

 

Kari told us when she got back that she had to kiss the moose eight times! If a camper receives three letters or one package in a day, they have to kiss the moose head mounted on the wall. Kari got a lot of mail thanks to grandparents, friends, and family (the kids wanted to send their own letters, so we used a lot of stamps that week). She received nine letters one day, so she had to kiss the moose three times that day. :) She admitted that she did get a little homesick at times, mostly at night or whenever there was downtime, and said that the letters really helped a lot.

 

We all went to pick her up Saturday morning and got there early so the kids could play on the big swings for a while before pick-up time. It was a joyful reunion. Kari was so happy! She had an amazing time and absolutely loved camp, but she was happy to see us and glad to be coming home, too. Her favorite parts were BMX biking, driving go-carts, climbing the rock wall, and the snack shack. :) Ice cream every day! The kids were all talking over each other the whole drive home, asking questions about Kari time and telling her about their week at home. They were pretty sweet together all day long. My heart was full and all felt right with my world once again. They started bickering and fighting again like normal on Sunday, but Saturday sure was great! ;-)

Grant's 4th Birthday

Grant sure is a fun little guy, and we had a great time preparing for and hosting his party this year. It was dinosaur themed--Grantosaurus cake, pin-the-tail on the Grantosaurus, and some icy fossil archeology. He loved it all, but then, he's pretty easy to please!

I saw the idea to use chalk and make it look like dinosaur footprints leading up to the door, and Greg helped the kids make templates to trace and color on the sidewalk. I had envisioned one set of footprints, but when you have four kids who all want to do it, you end up with a herd. The kids loved doing it. They made big dinosaur feet and little dinosaur feet. They really enjoy birthday party prep (well, not the cleaning part but the decorating and planning parts). Kari and Joel helped me a lot with Grant's party preparations. They drew and painted the pin-the-tail on the Grantosaurus and helped me fill and make room in the freezer for all the containers of fossils in ice. I made a to-do list, and they completed a lot of the tasks themselves.



He went to breakfast with Grandpa on his actual birthday. I had to take Kari to camp that morning, so Grant got an extended birthday breakfast. Here's a link to the video Grandpa put together of their outing.

Grant is a cute little bundle of 4-year-old energy. He keeps us on our toes and keeps us laughing. He gives good hugs and loves kisses. Keeping up with his big brother and sisters is one of his main goals in life. He wears me out, and he even wears himself out. We put together a slideshow to have running on our TV during his party, and I found so many photos of him asleep in odd places. He goes until he just can't go anymore, then conks out. Sure do love our littlest man.

Kari's Baptism

Kari told us a while ago that she wanted to be baptized, so when they announced there would be a baptism this summer, she was ready. It was a great day--warm, sunny, and meaningful. Grandpa A. baptized her in the Sandy River, along with several others from church, and we all celebrated afterwards with a pie social. Kari doesn't like pie, so we brought caramel brownies instead. :) We're proud of the young lady Kari is becoming and happy to see her taking another step in her walk with the Lord.

Grandpa almost forgot about Kari when the order of people being baptized got a little mixed up. He started to wrap it up when we reminded him there was still one more. It was pretty funny. "Oh, Kari!"

 

Kari's starts around 5:50. She takes a big gulp of air before she goes under and shakes like a dog when she comes out. :)

July 27, 2014 baptism from Cornerstone on Vimeo.