Tuesday, March 31, 2015

moving along.

Greg's horrible no good very bad rotation is over! Hurrah!
Actually it wasn't so bad this time.  We even got to go visit him at the hospital last Sunday. We walked into the hospital, following Greg through the sparkling corridors and bustling crowds, and wide-eyed Ray asked, "Daddy, this is where you work?"
It was funny.  Maybe you had to be there.
We played balloon volleyball and tag and hide and seek along the abandoned hallways and hospital rooms turned resident call rooms. It was awesome.
They ate Cheerios. It was glorious.
They discovered the cable tvs in the call rooms.
Aaaahhhhhmaaaaazzziiiiiiiiiing!!!

Jimmy's attitude is remarkable. He's all smiles and wogging around like he owns whatever place he's wogging around in. Ray has also taken him under his wing.  He swings back and forth between, "Mommy, look! I'm holding Jimmy's hand!" and "Ray! Let go of Jimmy's hand/arm/foot/head NOW!" Jimmy seems to enjoy all of the attention.

walking on the boardwalk by the house. 
Ray calls it "the bridge"

Jimmy's started to enjoy reading books all by by himself.  They keep him entertained for 10 minute clumps of time. Flap books hold his attention for even longer.
Let's just say, there's no longer any mystery to Where is Spot? and Where is Baby's Belly Button?
I had to be sneaky... 
 I didn't want to disturb his reading/book destruction time

Aunt Anna left granola at the house. We ate Cheerios at the hospital. Ray and Jimmy's multigrain breakfast naivety shows.

Me: "Here's some yummy granola with blueberries on top."
Ray: "Whaaaaaat? Mommy is this blueberry cake??"
blueberry cake ear-e-al
Me: "Who wants cereal?!"
Ray: "Me! Me! I want ear-ee-al!!!!"
Me: ... "No, Ray.  It's cereal."
Ray: "Okay. Mommy, now can I have some eareal?"
Me: lightbulb "Ray, it's called cereal."
Ray: "Ooooh, cereal! Yay!"

Reminded me of when a certain Uncle John Paul was eating Frosted Flakes.  Ray saw him and said, "Mommy, I want chips and milk too!"

Last night I cut Ray's hair. This morning I looked at him, admiring my handiwork (okay okay, more like appreciating that the missed spots were hideable). I said, "I like your hair."  He turned around, put both hands on my head and said, "I like your hair too."
who doesn't love a sock puppet?
Ray gets his prepositions and pronouns and possessive pronouns all mumble jumbled. It makes verbal directions tricky; like when he's lost a toy and I'm staring straight at it saying "It's right there! Behind the chair. In front of the table. Under the window. Ugh! Just get down on the floor and crawl that way!! You'll find it."
should I tell him he's got something on his face?
In spite of the jumbles, Ray manages to get his point across.
"I'm very love you!"

Thursday, March 19, 2015

under quarantine.

The stomach bug has hit three of our tiny family of four.
Greg started a new rotation this Monday.  His new hours are wake up at 4:30am and come home by 7ish... maybe.
Sunday afternoon Ray came down with it and we all missed Mass.  He was sick through most of the night.  What did that mean for Greg? Like 3-4 hours of sleep.
Monday Ray was better.  He didn't eat much, but he was back to his chipper self. We were even made it to the pool on Monday and Tuesday.
 he wants to show you the ladybug on the stick
Wednesday morning around 2:00am Jimmy got it. I went to bed around the time Greg got up for work. 
Jimmy woke up not feeling well, but after two giant naps he was okay.
Meanwhile, I felt like a sitting duck. 
I'll spare you the details.
I lost 5lbs in one day. 
I'm over the worst of it.
Thank you, Jesus!
Anyway, we're quarantined to the house until I say we are all better. Great excuse for lots of tv and pajamas all day.  

And sharing with you some photos from the family visit from last week.

 we met them at the beach. L to R: Veronica, Greg, Anna, Luke
thanks for the cute pics, Anna!
 boys loving Aunt Anna's ginormous crocodile float
my sister Veronica and Greg's sister Anna... spring break 2015!
he's loving the car ride to the beach
yeah, ocean!
Veronica and I, the only ones brave enough to beat the waves. 
it was freezing. we're numb. it was worth it.
 see the futon in the back corner? Luke slept there. what a trooper.
 Veronica, Jimmy, and me
 Ray with a tiny feather treasure
 Veronica's like, glamour shot. 
I'm like, stooooooopppp!!!

they were super early for the megabus... then the official dude says, "line starts behind the trash can"
and BAM! they're in the back of the line. 
Sorry girls.

Hope you enjoyed the photos. Stay healthy.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

take 2th.

Or, "belated recap of last Thursday".

We decided not to tell Ray what was going to happen until the night before.  We also let him know that he had a big surprise present waiting for him afterwards.

How do you explain to your son, with his cheek still puffed up from gnawing on it while it was numb, that he's getting that same procedure done on the other side. Oh yeah, and getting his front four teeth pulled as well?

From what I recall it went something like this:
Me: "Ray, you know how some of your teeth are sick?"
Ray: No response.
Greg: Shuts off the tv.
Me: "Ray, you know how some of your teeth are sick?"
Ray: "Yes, Mommy."
Me: "Well, tomorrow the dentist is going to take out the sick teeth so your other teeth will stay healthy."
Ray: "Okay, Mommy.  Now can I watch my show?"
Me: "Hang on. She's taking out the sick teeth and going to give you another pirate tooth. And you will get a big surprise for being brave!"
Ray: "A present?!" (clapping) "Okay. Now can I please watch my show?"
before

The next morning Ray was all smiles.  I couldn't get him to eat. He ate two goldfish in the car and drank 4 oz of milk.  He saw the big present bag in the car and skipped into the office.  He laid in the chair and waited while the nurse showed him all the gadgets and materials they would be using. He picked his movie and laughing gas flavor and numbing medicine flavor and acted like a pro.  I took Jimmy out for a while.
 lovely fish
this picture cracks me up

Ray didn't scream until the numbing shots. And boy did he scream. I've never heard him scream like that. I went back and waited outside until the dentist left the room. Greg took Jimmy and I kneeled down next to Ray and whispered in his ear and rubbed his legs.  I told him everyone was praying for him, all his aunts and uncles and grandparents... Abigail, Bitsey, Peter, Catherine, Teresa, Grandma and Grandpa, Mom and PopPop, Anna and Michael (to name a few). By the time I'd gotten through the names he'd calmed down to a whimper. Then I told him what his surprise was and he quieted down even more. I sat with him, rubbing his legs, he zoned out watching the movie, and complained of being hungry (not my fault....grrrrrrrr).

Greg swapped places with me once the dentist came back. I left with Jimmy.  The next time I saw Ray everything was done, he was crying and his mouth was bleeding.  I carried him to the car, he sobbed, "Bye fishies," as we walked out the door.  Then he got to open his present: Captain Barnacles and a water-friendly Gup A ship, complete with hooks and nets and a little red fishy... an Octonaut lover's dream.

He held it for maybe eight minutes before he fell asleep.  Greg updated me on what happened. He said that at first Ray did great, holding still while the dentist filed down his tooth and placed a thin film over it.  When she went to put the "pirate tooth" on she had to use some force and that's when he started crying, and he didn't stop.  She asked Greg if he wanted to take a break before the extractions.  Greg said, "It's going to be quick, right? Let's just do it." He said the extractions took about two minutes.  He said Ray cried the loudest with the last tooth and he wasn't sure if Ray was just done with it all, or if he actually felt something.
goriest shot of the blog... so far

It's done. Again, no pulpotomy needed (it's like a baby root canal).
Ray napping in the car was the best thing that could have happened.
He woke up to popsicles and fudgesicles and a little bed of the couch and the tv playing the Octonauts. In no time he was wired. He ran circles around the living room for the rest of the day.
No swelling. No tears.
I asked him to show me his pirate tooth.  He said "Look, Mommy, I have two pirate teeth!"
playing with his well-earned present

Thank you for all of your thoughts and prayers.  Sorry for the delayed post.  We've had family visiting... more on that later!

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

little victories.

Greg is officially done with night float. He laid aside his vampire cape and is finally sleeping during the night. And he is on his staycation. Yay!
On Monday Ray was scheduled to get a pulpotomy,a pulp cap, and a stainless steel crown on his first year molar. A big scary day in the life of Toni... ok ok, Ray too. A few days prior I explained to Ray that he was going to get a super strong pirate tooth (thanks for the idea, Joseph).  He thought about it, closed his eyes and nodded yes.

Ray trooped in, his arms filled with his favorite animal friends, laid back on the chair and hugged his buddies throughout the whole thing. The nurse and dentist were very good with him, explaining everything to him before they proceeded. They set him up with the little laughing gas mask that covered his nose and he got to pick a movie to watch on the ceiling tv (Toy Story 3).
By this time Jimmy had made it clear that there was no way he would behave.  As they were rubbing the numbing medicine on Ray's gums and palate and cheek, I took Jimmy to the waiting room and we had our own bit of fun crawling around their gigantic fish tank and mini tree house.  Greg stayed in the room and held Ray's hands during the whole procedure.  Ray got antsy towards the end, not wanting the gas and just tired of laying there. Then he began crying.  His voice carried out into the (thankfully empty) waiting room.
I went to stand outside of his door.  One of the nurses spoke with me and explained that by now the kids can tell that their mouths are numb and it weirds them out.  I think it was a combination of that and laying there and that he was probably hangry. Hungry + angry = hangry. 
Afterwards, Greg filled me in (ha ha. get it?) on what went down.  They gave Ray local anesthetic shots in his upper gumline and hard palate.  Then she ground down the rough part of  of his tooth.  She told Greg that Ray's tooth decay had arrested and she did not have to perform a pulpotomy.
Greg looked at me and smiled, "It's the little victories." Commence celebratory fist bump.
Ray just got the cap.  And she thought that was the worse of the two molars that needed capping.
Thursday we're going back.  Ray will have four extractions and one more cap.
Ray is doing great right now.  He told me later that day that he didn't want the pirate tooth anymore. I've seen him checking it out in the mirror though.  I think he likes it.
His cheek is still a little swollen, poor guy.  He also gets really cranky when his ibuprofen wears off.  
Otherwise we've been reading, coloring and playing with the boys. Today we're going to the beach where Jimmy will eat his weight in sand and run into the frigid water. And where we all agree with Ray when he says, "Jimmy! Jimmy you are crazy!!!"
Remember us in your prayers tomorrow during Ray's next appointment please.
PS- I'm at the beach posting from my phone. I'll rearrange the photos when I'm at the computer. First three are waiting room pics. Last ones are of Ray trying to smile and say cheese right after the procedure. Hilarious and sad.