"To laugh often and love much; to win the respect of intelligent persons and the affection of children; to earn the approbation of honest citizens and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to give of one's self; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to have played and laughed with enthusiasm and sung with exltation; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived...this is to have succeeded." _Ralph Waldo Emerson_

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Soon to come :)

Between halloween, and my sister flying in from Hawaii with her fiance for the big wedding last week, uploading pictures has taken a back seat. So be on the look-out for picture blogs coming early next week. Be sure to check out BE GREY and BE PROUD below.

Also a BIG Happy Birthday to my mom! She turns the big 60 today. I remember when it was a big deal for all of our parents to turn 40...what's happening...everyone is getting so old so fast (and now my brother-in-law will be turning 40 next week...what??!?!). Anyway, I hope that I look as great as my mom does when I'm 60. Mom, you age so well, may God bless you with many more years (and many more grandchildren :) !


Well, I am proud to announce I have received my second badge of honor in motherhood (the first of coarse, being childbirth), and the first grey hair. And let me tell you, this is no ordinary random hair that grows way in the back in some obscure place...oh no no no! This grey (or white...whose spitting hairs) hair is smack dead center in the tip of my widows peak for all to see and gander. But, let me tell most might, I did not pluck out this beautiful hair of mine at first or even second inspection. Oh no, instead, I marveled at it, and got a bit humbled. I am now moving into the position in life that bequests white hair. Nor did I turn right around and schedule my hair coloring appointment (most of you know that I am an all natural type).

I have heard many times that long grey hair is not attractive, and maybe in the future, I might agree...for now, I don't. I think it is incredibly lovely when women can be proud of the years they have under foot, and still feel young enough to wear their hair long and grey. They are certainly rare and unique women that keep their hair grey and long. But thinking through all the women I've known that do that, they are all women that intrigue me, are interesting individuals and are those that seem to forge their own paths in life. I admire a women that has the strength to buck the expectations of society to hide and not show the 'real' you. Grey hair, and getting older is a badge of honor that has long been overlooked as unacceptable for some reason. The elderly are overlooked and we treat them as if their use in this life is no more (if they could at least drive a little faster or stop insisting on paying for things in pennies).

Sure I'm tempted to color my hair for something new and different, or cut it up short and cute, like all of you adorable short haired women out there. The bible says a women's crown is her hair...what a funny thing to be in the bible, but it's quite true. For humiliation through all history, shaving a women's head was sufficient, was it not. Women who go through chemotherapy first want to know 'am i going to loose my hair?'

As a side note, since I'm on the hair subject, I had a girl recently give me the critical speach about how it was bad for me to wash and dry my hair everyday...hummm probably not any worse than getting it colored and using mulitple products daily like she did....just a thought. Not much difference really.

So instead I say, lets loose the judgement, what ever you think makes you look the prettiest, and makes your hair look the best, then you go right ahead and do it. After all, it's the state of your crown we're talking about.
But just remember ladies (or men for that matter) not afraid to BE GREY AND BE PROUD.
P.S. I have to put this in just for Rob (inside joke), but again no judgement....HOLY SKUNK HAIR!

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Isaiah's FIRST 'ER' Trip

When I got the call at work at 2300 from Rob, I didn't think anything of it at first, until from the background I heard Isaiah. Rob - remaining as calm as possible - said that Isaiah sounds like he's having trouble breathing...and I from the other end of the the pediatric intensive care...agreed, and then panicked a bit like a mom and not like a nurse. First thing I told him was get him into the Then I had a TON of questions, being very frustrated that I couldn't be there to assess him myself. Our Attending (the big wig Doc) was standing right there, so I handed him the phone...and said what does he sound like to you? He listened to Isaiah over the phone and then asked Rob and few questions...Yep it sounded like croup all right.
Rob packed up Isaiah, and oh so bravely, took Isaiah down to the local ER. Isaiah wasn't so fond of the treatments and all the stuff they wanted to do to him. But in the end... they sent him and daddy home.

I am frustrated because they gave him a totally unnecessary treatment/drug, and that I wasn't there to be with my baby when he was in so much discomfort. It was utterly unbearable hearing my baby crying like that through the phone. I'm used to dealing with babies that can't breath...but to hear your own baby struggling to breath...well that something different entirely. Then my co-workers got a little laugh at my expense comparing the patient I had's problems with my sons. Yah, I guess a little croup is a bit easier to deal with than many others things.

I know it's not Working Woman Wednesday, but rather it's Saturday....however...What is croup you ask? It's a somewhat common childhood illness (only occurring in children due to their smaller trachea) in which a virus attacks the larynx and/or vocal cords causing swelling. This swelling can be life threatening (as heard in the coughing/stridor that Isaiah was doing). One of the ways to help with the symptoms is to take your baby out into the cold moist air at night, it tends to relieve the swelling, if this doesn't help...then medications are necessary.

Well...A BIG HIGH FIVE TO MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND...for handling that mini-emergency so well. Love you honey, sorry I couldn't be there (there was no one to cover my patient for me that was on the heart/lung bypass machine....)