Saturday, May 29, 2010
Tonight at work, I got a phone call that a parent never wants to hear from her spouse. "I'm taking Hannah to the ER. She found a bottle of Claritin, got it open, and I'm not sure how many she ate." Whaaaaaa??? While Kevin was putting some clothes in the dryer, Hannah crawled on a stool, got up on our bed in our bedroom, found a bottle of Claritin that we didn't know was in the night stand, and managed to open the child resistant bottle. Kevin was calling her, and he figured she was up to something when she didn't come. He found her with the bottle open. She opened her mouth and spit out half a tablet. Kevin already had poison control programmed into his cell phone. They told him to take Hannah to the ER as he had no way of knowing if and how many she could have ingested.
Poison control AND a worried and guilt ridden mama both called the ER to let them know this two year old was on the way with possible antihistamine overdose. Hannah was hooked up to a heart monitor and blood pressure monitor for two hours. Mama came rushing in as soon as work closed. Hannah was a very good girl about leaving the leads on her chest. She played around with Dada's iphone and sang along to come music. She's shown no signs of any antihistamine overdose. When our two hours of observation were up, the staff got bye bye waves, blown kisses, and high fives.
I let Facebook friends know what we were doing tonight. When we posted that we had the all clear to go home... Melanie commented, "Oh, thank God, she is Claritin Clear!" Kevin and I both burst out laughing when we read that on the way home the hospital. We both needed that good laugh.
Feeling like a pretty lousy parent. I recorded us singing our night night songs together before bedtime tonight. This could have gone so much worse. There are so many worse things she could have gotten her little curious hands into.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
A Different Perspective
by Cynthia Hockman-Chupp
Strategies for Building Attachment
by Karleen Gribble, BRurSc, PhD,
Top Ten Tips for Successful First Year Parenting
by Deborah Gray, MSW, MPA
Why Grandma Can’t Pick Up the Baby
by Sheena Macrae and Karleen Gribble
What is This Thing You Call Sleep?
by Dr Julian Davies, MD
Alone No More...Recognizing Post Adoption Depression by Heatherly Bucher
Adding The Oldest by Terra Trevor
Creating a Fit by Carrie Kitze
“When Do You Tell a Child he was Adopted?”
And Other Secrets We Shouldn’t Keep
by Adam Pertman
Unexpected Special Needs by Nancy Hemenway
How Can You Combat the Effects of an Orphanage
By Mary Beth Williams, PhD, LCSW, CTS
The Impact of Trauma on the Adopted Child and Ten Keys to Healing Trauma in the Adopted Child
by B. Bryan Post
How to Find a Therapist Experienced in Attachment and/or Trauma by the Attachment Disorder Network
Sensory Integration And the Internationally Adopted Child
By Barbara Elleman, MHS, OTR/L, BCP
Facts About Parenting a Child with Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorder By Teressa Kellerman
How to Avoid the Syndrome of Parent Burn-Out
by Harriet McCarthy
Being an Ally to Families Raising Children with Challenges by Ellin Frank
Help Your Child Ward Off a Mad Attack
by Lynne Namke, EdD
Being with Your Child in Public Places
by Patty Wipfler
Strategies to Deal with Anger and Power Struggles
by Christopher J. Alexander, PhD
When Adoptions Fail by Kim Phagan-Hansel
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Hannah: Stall tactic #1. "Juice!!! I need juice!"
Mama: "You have a juice cup in your hand, Hannah."
Hannah: Discards juice cup. Stall tactic #2. "Cacka! Cackaaaaah!"
Mama: "You just finished eating crackers. Time for night night.
Hannah: Stall tactic #3. "Read! Reeeeeeeeead! Read read!" The look in her eyes tells me that she thinks she has it made.
Mama laughs. "Smart. Very smart. Too bad it didn't work."
Monday, May 24, 2010
Hannah: Sounding pitiful... "Juuuuuuuuuice! Juuuuuuuuuuuuice!!!"
Sarah: "We don't have any juice. We'll have juice at home in a few minutes."
Hannah: Sounding desperate... "Cacka! Cacka! Cackaaaaaaaaaah!!!"
Sarah: "Hannah, we don't have any crackers in the car. We'll be home in just a few minutes."
Hannah: "Hep! Heeeeeeeeeeeeeep! Hep! Hep!"
Kevin: "Somebody better call Child Protective Services. That child needs help and her mother is ignoring her."
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Two years ago, tonight was the night that we first learned of our daughter. I told Hannah the story of how Mama and Dada had waited and waited and waited for her. We heard that we would learn of our baby soon, and were checking our phone and e-mails all day long. One night both Kevin and I couldn't sleep. I couldn't stop checking my e-mail over and over and over again. Finally about 3am, I told Kevin that I was going to check my e-mail one more time and then I was going to bed. And low and behold... there it was! An e-mail from the adoption agency titled "Hallelujah!!!!" with not just one, not two, not three, but four exclamation points. I was so excited, nervous, and scared that I couldn't open the e-mail. Kevin took the mouse from me and opened it up. We looked at Hannah's photos in awe, and couldn't believe how teeny tiny of a preemie she was... weighing only 2.6 pounds at birth.
"Hannah, you are my little star. You shine so bright, little one. I can't imagine being matched with any other star in the sky two years ago then with you."
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Hannah likes to clean, so I'm not sure how this part will work out.
Hannah LOVES these Lollipop sandals from Stride Rite. She requests her "pink shoes" when we're dressing her, and doesn't want to take them off. She's started prancing and twirling in circles for fun a lot lately, even more so in her beloved pink sandals. I love these sandals because they flex and have great rubber bottoms just like sneakers. LOVE THEM. Worth every penny over cheap discount store sandals, and they just might be the only shoes she wears all summer. They come in pink, red, silver, and white.
We get a lot of attention with these two at the nursing home.
The dog might even earn more than Hannah does.
New phrase for the week: "That's a mess." Funny stuff. I'm finding myself saying that phrase quite a bit lately. Dada, did you see what she did with her cereal in her room? Think you could make that go away tomorrow for me? Thanks. :)
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
You are most certainly a girly girl. You want my shoes, my makeup brushes, nail polish, and my jewelry. You watch me getting ready for work and tell me, "Mine!" when you want what I have.
You made me laugh so hard this week. You scampered off to your room with a crayon and drew on your floor. When I saw what you did, I sighed and said, "Oh, Hannah. That's nice." You looked at me with your face beaming and exclaimed, "That's nice!"
Monday, May 3, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Hannah let me video a little bit of her ABC song tonight. Whee! :)
Friday morning's garage sale went well and brought in a little over $350. I'm mailing some remaining clothes to another adoptive mama and listing a few items on Craig's list. I'm very proud of clearing out the rest this afternoon by donating them to charity. This evening we were able to get BOTH cars in the two car garage for the first time in maybe three years. Feels so good!