Thursday, February 17, 2011

The Longest 2 Minutes of My LIfe

Last week I was running some errands with Mary Ellen (my mother-in-law).  David was at preschool, so Briggy got some great alone time with us--I'm sure he appreciated it.  First he was strapped in the car seat while we ran around town, then strapped in the cart while we went shopping.  By the time I was loading Mary Ellen's groceries onto the conveyor belt, he had had ENOUGH.  I had compassion on him and let him down and showed him some of the toys in the checkout area so he could entertain himself long enough for me to load the groceries.  As I was loading groceries I heard him giggle.  I looked over and he wasn't there.  I ran to the next aisle over--sure he was just running away for the thrill of the chase.  Not there.  Then I went in the other direction.  Not there either.  My heart dropped.  My first instinct was to go to the door.  We weren't far away from the store entrance and he easily could have made it outside (either on his own or with the help of a stranger).  The employee there said she didn't notice any little kids but that she had just been occupied with another customer so I should check in my car.  Good idea, but he's 19 months old!!!  If he was in the parking lot, it would be with a stranger or in the midst of cars.  My heart was racing at this point.  I ran to the customer service desk where there was a line of 6 or 7 people.  I ran to the front, interrupted the woman that was speaking, told them he was missing, gave them a description then ran away to keep looking.  Then I heard the "Code Adam" alert and that's when the tears started.  Any mother who has experienced this knows what I am talking about.  Hearing the description of your own child over the intercom tends to invoke a less than warm fuzzy feeling.  I kept thinking, "You have to stay calm" and I really tried.  I took a deep breath, then said a quick prayer that was something like, "I cannot lose my baby.  Please help him be found and safe."  Just a couple of moments later, an employee waved her arm and signaled for me to come over.  A kind woman had him in her arms, trying to comfort him.  I sprinted toward him, grabbed him out of her arms and sobbed as I kissed him over and over again and stroked his head and held him close.  I didn't even say "thank you".  I can only hope that she is a mother and understood how incredibly grateful I was.  He was found a considerable distance from where we were checking out.  I honestly couldn't have had my back to him for more than 10 seconds (and Mary Ellen was with me too).  We were both talking to him as he played and as we were loading groceries, so he disappeared in a hurry, then must have gone farther away as the search went on.  Lesson learned.  When it comes to the safety of our children, we can never be too careful (well, maybe we can...having teenagers on a harness might be going a little extreme, but we must be vigilant).  So grateful to have this little guy in my life.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

100 Day Heart Challenge

A few weeks ago I applied to be part of Utah Valley Regional Medical Center's 100 Day Heart Health Challenge.  I didn't expect to hear back, but I did!  I was so excited!  They accepted 10 women who were over 30 and they were able to choose their partner (male or female).  I chose Darin as my partner and am happy with my choice (both for eternity and for this challenge). 

Here's what the challenge entails:

1) A weigh-in (that happened last Friday) including, BMI, cholesterol, blood pressure, etc.
2) Nutrition classes once a week
3) Working out with a trainer twice a week
4) Keeping track of what we eat, how much we exercise, and our (hopefully diminishing) weight (we have to e-mail an accounting of all of this every week--yay for accountability!).
5) At the final weigh in, they will take into account all the progress we made and they will crown the winners!!! (Hopefully us)

It is a comprehensive health challenge rather than just a weight loss challenge.  I am so grateful to have this opportunity to find the healthy me again.  They have encouraged us to blog about our journey, so if you want to see how I'm doing or read about what I discover about myself through this process, visit my 100 day heart challenge blog:  http://deanne100days.blogspot.com/  (I also put a link on my sidebar.) 

Wish us luck!
 

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

The Magic Cure

When I came downstairs this morning to fix breakfast and get lunches ready, Sean was still in his pajamas.  I told him it was time to get ready for school.  He said he wasn't feeling well and he wondered if he should stay home.  He has been coughing for a while, but those coughs can last forever.  I told him that he should probably go to school and that he could certainly call me from school if he felt like it got worse.  He wasn't too happy about that, and continued to mope around the house. I asked him what hurt.  In a very sick voice and convincing manner, he said, "My stomach, my throat, my head".  For fear of being the mom that sends her contagiously ill child to school to spread the joy to countless other students, I gave him permission to stay in his pajamas and home from school.  His sick waddle wasn't so much of a waddle after my permission had been granted and he asked what was for breakfast.  Hmmmmm.  (sick stomach and ready for breakfast?)  Then as the timer beeped to let Liv and Warren know it was time to make their way to the bus stop, Sean was very much in a hurry to send them out the door.  He said, "Warren, it's time for you to go!"  His sick demeanor had suddenly perked up a little more (I'm sure in anticipation of his day of freedom).  I decided to do a little mom experiment.  I said to Sean, "Hey bud, you do realize that if you stay home from school, that means no playing after school, right?  That's the rule in our house." 

I could see the wheels turning in his head.  He paused, his eyes showed that he was thinking through this in a hurry (after all, the timer had already beeped).  He said, (sick demeanor completely out the window now and with an air of urgency) "Mom, can I still go to school?"  I said, "Sure".  He ditched his cereal mid bite, was dressed to the shoes and out the door in less than 30 seconds.  He yelled, "Bye Mom, Love you!" and ran to the bus stop. 

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Gingerbread Houses (and sugar cookies)

We invited John's and Don's family over to explore our culinary talents.  We began with a delicious meal provided by Darin (roast beef, potatoes, rolls and vegetables).  Then we brought out the gingerbread houses, the icing and the treats and let the kids get to it!  They decorated gingerbread houses while I made sugar cookies. 
(From left to right): John, Eva, Liv, Cai, Beck, Maddy, Don, Sean Briggy, David, Warren



David and Beck with their creations

Brig testing the frosting (I'm pretty sure the orange was all his after he double, then triple, then several times dipped)

Ross is a natural!  He had so many great designs.

David said, "I'm going to hold the cookie in front of my face."  and then he did.

Sean and his house

A work in progress...

The girlies



Sean and Grandma

Don, John, Darin (who is talking to Laura on the phone wishing her a belated birthday)

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Jodi's Birthday

I got a call from my cute niece Rylee the week before Jodi's birthday.  She and Kamryn were planning a surprise party to celebrate their mom's 40th birthday Over the Hill style.  The instructions were to wear black and come early.  We weren't able to be inside when the surprise part happened (Sean and I had Pack Meeting and we pulled up to our hidden parking place just as Jodi was going into my parents' house so we waited for a few minutes until the surprise part was over). 
Renae borrowed this awesome hat just for the occasion


The cupcakes. (her girls decorated them at a neighbor's house. They told their mom that the neighbor needed their help to address Christmas cards.  They pulled the whole surprise off perfectly!  No leaks.

Left to Right: Kamryn, Liv, Hunter, Rylee, Deanne, Brad playing Word on the Street

(Top)Kirsten, Jeff, Brad, Jodi, Eric, Mom, Dad, Rylee (Bottom) Lexi, Deanne, Kamryn, Liv, Coleman, Sean, David

Same group minus David and cheesy smiles

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

You Can Lead a Horse to Water But You Can't Make Him Pee In It...

and other life lessons I learned about potty training.

David wasn't potty trained until after he was four. We tried everything...sticker charts, rewards, punishments, bribes, threats, praise, etc. My other kids were potty trained around 2 1/2. This was not how it was supposed to work. The longer it went on, the more frustrating it became. I knew he knew how to go by himself and I was so sick of changing man poop diapers. He knew when he had to go and sometimes he would go on the toilet and sometimes he would request a diaper when it was time to do his business. Sometimes I put a diaper on him.  Sometimes I didn't. Sometimes when I didn't put him in a diaper I would be supportive and kind.  Other times I would be, well, not so supportive and kind.  The poor kid was so confused. I knew I needed to be consistent. When I took the diapers all the way away so that his safety net was gone he would hold it for astronomical amounts of time (I think his record was 15 hours. The kid didn't pee for 15 hours and then when his poor little body couldn't hold it in anymore he let loose on the computer chair). I started to worry about bladder infections. I also worried about his emotional health. I would get so frustrated and say some pretty awful things to him. Then I would feel guilty and try very hard to praise him when he succeeded.   Nothing was working.  My wake up call came when loving relationships began to suffer (including his relationship with me).   He was more sad and serious than he was before. I finally prayed and prayed to know what to do. I was frustrated and nothing I did was working. In fact, it was making it worse. In my mind came an experience with a boy I nannied (back when I was 19). He was four and was once potty trained and then he started to have accidents. His parents would have me sit in the bathroom with him forever while he sat on the toilet. I would read books to him, sing songs to him, etc. and he would say he didn't have to go. As soon as he got off the toilet he would hide under the kitchen table and poop his pants. When I remembered this experience I realized...this has nothing to do with what is coming out of their bodies. It's about what's going on inside their little heads.


I knew that if I could see inside David's head and know what his anxiety was about we would be diaper free in no time. But since I couldn't see inside his head, I was left to wait it out and let him work through whatever issues he had. I felt confident that it was the right option for him...regardless of what anyone else said (or thought). As much as it killed me to see my (over) four year old in diapers (and continue to have to change them), I knew that was my best option. I knew that he needed to feel my love and acceptance for him regardless of his potty training status. So the undies stayed in his drawer, he went back to diapers and I bit my tongue. When he pooped in his diaper, I simply said, "Let's go change your bum." And I would. Pleasantly. Even though inside I was thinking to myself, "I should NOT have to be changing a four year old's diaper!!!" He didn't hear me say it or even sense that I was feeling it. And then something happened. My happy, funny, carefree David was back. And before too long, he was completely potty trained. With no accidents. You would think that with all of my worry and anxiety about the situation that I would know the exact day that he was potty trained. Marked on the calendar with giant stars and happy faces. I don't know the date. I don't even know the month. It was a process. One that I had very little to do with. I didn't try to influence him at all. It was a very concious decision to keep my mouth shut when I was tempted to say anything negative (and I prayed for patience a LOT during this time).

Here is what I learned:

1) We have absolutely NO control over their bodily functions. It is the one area that is theirs to control (what goes in and what comes out). It became my philosophy that if we allow them that control willingly, they will figure it out sooner rather than later.  If we try to control their control, they still have it to use as they wish and we both end up feeling frustrated.

2) Relationships are the most important thing. The most devastating thing about my experience with David is how much time I wasted thinking of new ways to make it work and being frustrated with him. I was talking to a friend about this several months ago when I had reached my decision to just let him do it on his own time. She told me that she, too, had similar feelings when potty training one of her children. As she spoke to her in-laws about it, they said, "We felt the same way with Zachary. And then he drowned. And when he was gone, suddenly potty training didn't seem so important." It really hit home. Talk about perspective! People are more important than their poop.

3) Most four-year-olds are potty trained. If they aren't (or if they were and are no longer), there's a reason for it. They may not be able to verbalize it, but there's something going on. I don't have a degree. In anything. But I believe that with all my heart. David is my fourth child. You would think that I would be a potty training expert after having gone through it three times before. I wasn't (I'm still not). This really threw me and forced me to forget what I thought I knew. It could have been that he was mourning the loss of his spot as the baby. It could have been that he wasn't ready to grow up. Maybe he was scared that he would go down the toilet or that he was losing a little bit of himself with each flush. It could have been any number of things. It was not that he wanted to make my life miserable. Whatever it was, he figured it out.

4) Parents really are the best experts for their children.  My experience taught me that just because you've done something and it worked for one child it doesn't mean it will work for the next one.  I have five children with five very different personalities.  It is good to read and study about parenting, but at the end of the day, if you're doing something because you feel pressure to measure up to other moms or because you're comparing your child's progress with another child's progress or because an expert said to do it that way and it doesn't feel right for you or your child, don't do it.  Shut out the outside voices and follow your gut. Let them say you're wrong.  Maybe you will be.  But you'll learn and get closer to the answer.  As parents we know and love our children more than anyone else on earth.  We are the ones who are responsible for their happiness and well being and if something feels not quite right, it's probably not.  And if something does feel right, it probably is.

As it turned out, he really did want to pee in the water.  He just wanted to lead himself there.

Sweet Dreams

Tonight after the kids were tucked in bed David called to me.  He said, "Can you come lay by me?  I'm scared."  As I made my way to his bed I could hear Warren talking to him. 

He said, "David, If you're scared then you should say a prayer.  Last night I was scared because I was thinking of the giant in the Jack and the Beanstalk movie.  I prayed and prayed that I wouldn't have a nightmare about it and I had a really really good dream."

I asked him what his good dream was about and he said, "Like kindness and stuff."

And just like that, a 7 year-old's faith was strengthened and shared with his 4 year old brother.  We sang songs together and after they were settled I left to say my own little prayer of thanks.