Ok, so as a mother who is usually very careful about the things her kids watch or the video games they play, this is hard for me to admit. Our family has a little secret. Well it's not much of a secret anymore. For Christmas Zac's class at school made a calendar to give their parents. The top of the calendar has information about Zac. It is a list of questions his teacher posed and then his responses. One of them says "For fun my family likes to..." and right there hanging on the kitchen wall for all to see is his answer "PLAY HALO". You see we are the chosen ones. Chosen to babysit Sam's X Box 360 for 2 years while he is in Mexico. And yes, for fun, our family likes to play Halo together. So tonight when we were sitting around the dinner table and Steve said "Who thinks we should have a family Halo tournament tonight?", all the kids got excited and helped clean up the kitchen so they could enter the world of violent video games and play long into the night.
Friday, January 26, 2007
Family Secret
Ok, so as a mother who is usually very careful about the things her kids watch or the video games they play, this is hard for me to admit. Our family has a little secret. Well it's not much of a secret anymore. For Christmas Zac's class at school made a calendar to give their parents. The top of the calendar has information about Zac. It is a list of questions his teacher posed and then his responses. One of them says "For fun my family likes to..." and right there hanging on the kitchen wall for all to see is his answer "PLAY HALO". You see we are the chosen ones. Chosen to babysit Sam's X Box 360 for 2 years while he is in Mexico. And yes, for fun, our family likes to play Halo together. So tonight when we were sitting around the dinner table and Steve said "Who thinks we should have a family Halo tournament tonight?", all the kids got excited and helped clean up the kitchen so they could enter the world of violent video games and play long into the night.
OUCH!
Aubery has this thing. I don't understand it fully, but she likes to hang from things. Like when we are home alone and the other kids are at school and I can't find her anywhere. I finally find her in Zac's room hanging from his ladder with her arms and legs wrapped around it. Sometimes I will walk into the kitchen and she will be hanging from the table leg. So on Monday I was making lunch and she was hanging from the counter and wrapped her legs around a stool and pulled the stool over on top her herself. She got a black eye from the whole thing. That hasn't stopped her from hanging though. Yesterday we got home from the hospital just before she got home from pre-school. She walked in the door and there she was, wearing shorts in the middle of winter. I told Steve "GREAT!" I am sure they are going to call child protective services what with the black eye and shorts in January when there is snow on the ground and then the unbrushed hair on top of all of that. I guess Steve was in a hurry getting them off to school by himself.
Hospital
Addison had to stay in the hospital for a few days. She got really sick and I took her to the doctor on Monday. They thought she had RSV and told me what to watch for and to call them if she got worse. They also sent me home with a nebulizer and had me give her breathing treatments every 4 hours to help with her wheezing. On Tuesday I was giving her a breathing treatment and she started breathing very rapid shallow breaths. I pulled her shirt up to see if her skin was caving in around her ribs when she breathed (something they told me to look for) and it was caving in. I also noticed that the skin on her stomach looked grayish blue. I called her doctor and they had us take her into the hospital. She had also been running a fever and I was giving her Tylenol every 4 hours and it wasn't helping much to bring her fever down. They admitted her to the hospital and hooked her up to monitors so they could watch her heart rate and oxygen level. Then they did a bunch of tests on her blood and urine. They said depending on what they found she might have to have a spinal tap. Since she was running such a high fever and was so young they wanted to make sure she didn't have some type of bacterial disease. Her white blood count came back high so they went ahead and did a spinal tap. It was a very hard thing for me to watch. I know what it is like to have a hole in your spine and have spinal fluid leaking out. I find it interesting that I refused to have an epidural with Addison when she was born to avoid that very thing and now here she is having the same thing done to her less than 2 months later. They watched the culture of her spinal fluid for a few day to make sure that she didn't have any bacteria in it. It turned out to be fine. They did another blood test yesterday before we left the hospital and her white blood count was normal. We had to spend 2 nights in the hospital. Addison is doing much better now. She is glad to be home. She got so excited to see her brother and sisters. She couldn't stop smiling at them. They found out that she has a virus that is like RSV but it is a new virus that they have recently discovered and started testing for. I can't remember the name of it. They said that it usually peaks and is really bad for about 2 days then it starts getting better. We peaked in the hospital but now we have about 2 weeks before she is fully over it. I have to keep suctioning her nose and throat out which she really doesn't like. When she was in the hospital they had to do a deep suction every few hours where they stuck this tube in her nose down to her throat to suction her out. Anyway, we are so glad to be home (I hate trying to sleep in a hospital) and we are very thankful that Addison is on the mend and that she didn't have something more serious.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Christmas 2006
Addison on Christmas Day
Christmas Eve PJ's
Hungry? Emily insisted on eating the whole turkey leg
Christmas Day at the Snow's
Princess Emily and Princess Aubrey
Zac and Earl
Santa you look so familiar...have I seen you somewhere before?
Christmas Eve
Santa Baby
Making Cookies for Santa
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Addison Baby
She's here! She surprised us and came 4 days early. She went almost a week without a name, but she has one now. Addison Dawn Schmid was born on Tuesday, November 28th at 10:17 am. She weighed 8lbs 3oz and is 21 inches long. She is soooo cute and we are all enjoying her very much, even her brother who said he would scream and run out of the house and he and his dad would have to move into the garage if we had another girl.
So I slept in until 8am on Tuesday. I woke up and was rushing to get the kids ready for school (they go at 9 and Aubrey has pre-school at 9:30) so I wasn't really paying attention to the fact that I was in labor. When you are 9 months pregnant and you first get out of bed, every thing kind of hurts and it takes a while for all the creaks to work their way out so I just thought my discomfort was from just getting out of bed. It took me about 15 minutes to think, "ya know, these could be labor pains". But I still didn't quite believe it, I was expecting to go over my due date by at least 5 days like I have with all the others. I thought I should call and let Steve know that maybe there was a possibility that I was in labor so I called and said "don't get excited because I don't think I am, but I might be in labor so you should make sure and answer all my calls right away today-just in case." He said he was on his way home right now and I kept telling him I didn't think that was necessary but he did. Then I called my mom (she lives about 30 minutes away but works right by my house). My dad answered the phone and he thought he was being so funny by tricking my mom because all I said was "Hi" and he started saying "you what! You are! You're on your way to the hospital right now!" and I could hear my mom in the background freaking out. And I any trying to say "dad, I really think I could be having the baby now" but he is still going on. Finally he let me get out what I was trying to say which was "don't get excited because I don't think I am, but I might be having the baby today so mom should bring her stuff with her when she comes to work. About 15 minutes later I called Steve and my mom back and said "remember when I said I didn't think I was in labor, I was wrong." Steve came home and got the kids off to school. I had just taken a shower and started drying my hair and Steve comes in the bathroom and says "you're kidding me! You're drying your hair!" And I said "yeah I'm dryin' my hair there's gonna be pictures involved in this whole thing and I have plenty of time!" Silly me, I thought I would be in labor forever. In fact I had the whole day planned out so that I could finish my Christmas shopping while the kids were in school. I had my lists of stores to go to and everything I needed to get at those stores and everything and it even crossed my mind that I probably could make it to a few stores before I went to the hospital. Anyway, thankfully my dear husband hurried me along to the hospital. We were driving there and it was taking forever and we were seriously hitting every single red light between here and there. And about halfway there I started freaking out. My contractions were about 2-3 minutes apart and a few of them were only 1 minute apart and I started feeling a lot of pressure. I was like "HONEY, you were right I shouldn't have dried my hair. HURRY UP AND GET ME THERE!!!!" So we get to the hospital and go to labor and delivery and there is another girl there checking in and the nurse is taking her own sweet little time and she takes the other girl back to a room and says she will be back in a minute. She finally came back and starts slowly checking us in and I am having a contraction and she finally asked if this was my first baby and I said no, my fourth. And she asked how far apart my contractions were and I said about 2 or 3 minutes. Well, then she started to move a little faster. She said, we can register you later, lets just get you to a room. Thankfully my doctor was at the hospital at the time or he would have missed the whole thing. He came in and said he didn't want to break my water because the baby's head was still pretty high up and sometimes if you break the water when the head is that high up the cord will fall out. So he said he was going to get a surgical needle and poke a small hole in it so it would slowly leak out. So he sent a nurse to go get a needle and foolishly decided to stay sitting on the end of my bed waiting for the needle. "POOSH!!!" Yeah, he got all wet. I'm like "sorry". Guess he won't make that mistake again. So then everyone started throwing stuff to the side and the doctor is yelling "I need gloves! NOW!!" And I was screaming (did I mention that I was not going to have and epidural because after my last experience with one I decided there was no way in heck I was ever going to let anyone stick a needle in my back. EVER!) So I am screaming and I feel like I had every right to scream at this moment and my doctor says "don't scream, just try and focus that energy on pushing. And I felt like screaming "are you really telling me not to scream! Have you ever tried to push one of these things out!" But it hurt too bad for me to try and put any words in my screams. So I am pushing her out and her head is out and the doctor said "now stop pushing for a minute". And I am thinking "no way in heck am I gonna stop pushing! " So I pushed even harder. All I could think about was the fact that I needed to get this baby out of me RIGHT NOW before I die. Then she was out and Steve said "honey, it's a girl." And they gave her to me and she was so sweet and I was so glad she was out and I thought, ok...I can never do that ever again. She was born about 40 minutes from the time we arrived at the hospital. I am glad it was quick, but it still wasn't quick enough. I guess I shouldn't complain. I should be happy it wasn't a five hour ordeal like the last 2 or better yet, 12 1/2 hours like Zac was.
Anyway, she is doing great. She is such a good baby. She is even turning into a good sleeper. She slept all night last night. In fact I had to wake her up this morning at 8:30 so I could feed her. She does have jaundice and I have had to take her into the doctor a million times to have her blood drawn to make sure the jaundice doesn't get too bad. You should see her poor little heels were they keep taking the blood out. Here are some pictures of our little cutie.
So I slept in until 8am on Tuesday. I woke up and was rushing to get the kids ready for school (they go at 9 and Aubrey has pre-school at 9:30) so I wasn't really paying attention to the fact that I was in labor. When you are 9 months pregnant and you first get out of bed, every thing kind of hurts and it takes a while for all the creaks to work their way out so I just thought my discomfort was from just getting out of bed. It took me about 15 minutes to think, "ya know, these could be labor pains". But I still didn't quite believe it, I was expecting to go over my due date by at least 5 days like I have with all the others. I thought I should call and let Steve know that maybe there was a possibility that I was in labor so I called and said "don't get excited because I don't think I am, but I might be in labor so you should make sure and answer all my calls right away today-just in case." He said he was on his way home right now and I kept telling him I didn't think that was necessary but he did. Then I called my mom (she lives about 30 minutes away but works right by my house). My dad answered the phone and he thought he was being so funny by tricking my mom because all I said was "Hi" and he started saying "you what! You are! You're on your way to the hospital right now!" and I could hear my mom in the background freaking out. And I any trying to say "dad, I really think I could be having the baby now" but he is still going on. Finally he let me get out what I was trying to say which was "don't get excited because I don't think I am, but I might be having the baby today so mom should bring her stuff with her when she comes to work. About 15 minutes later I called Steve and my mom back and said "remember when I said I didn't think I was in labor, I was wrong." Steve came home and got the kids off to school. I had just taken a shower and started drying my hair and Steve comes in the bathroom and says "you're kidding me! You're drying your hair!" And I said "yeah I'm dryin' my hair there's gonna be pictures involved in this whole thing and I have plenty of time!" Silly me, I thought I would be in labor forever. In fact I had the whole day planned out so that I could finish my Christmas shopping while the kids were in school. I had my lists of stores to go to and everything I needed to get at those stores and everything and it even crossed my mind that I probably could make it to a few stores before I went to the hospital. Anyway, thankfully my dear husband hurried me along to the hospital. We were driving there and it was taking forever and we were seriously hitting every single red light between here and there. And about halfway there I started freaking out. My contractions were about 2-3 minutes apart and a few of them were only 1 minute apart and I started feeling a lot of pressure. I was like "HONEY, you were right I shouldn't have dried my hair. HURRY UP AND GET ME THERE!!!!" So we get to the hospital and go to labor and delivery and there is another girl there checking in and the nurse is taking her own sweet little time and she takes the other girl back to a room and says she will be back in a minute. She finally came back and starts slowly checking us in and I am having a contraction and she finally asked if this was my first baby and I said no, my fourth. And she asked how far apart my contractions were and I said about 2 or 3 minutes. Well, then she started to move a little faster. She said, we can register you later, lets just get you to a room. Thankfully my doctor was at the hospital at the time or he would have missed the whole thing. He came in and said he didn't want to break my water because the baby's head was still pretty high up and sometimes if you break the water when the head is that high up the cord will fall out. So he said he was going to get a surgical needle and poke a small hole in it so it would slowly leak out. So he sent a nurse to go get a needle and foolishly decided to stay sitting on the end of my bed waiting for the needle. "POOSH!!!" Yeah, he got all wet. I'm like "sorry". Guess he won't make that mistake again. So then everyone started throwing stuff to the side and the doctor is yelling "I need gloves! NOW!!" And I was screaming (did I mention that I was not going to have and epidural because after my last experience with one I decided there was no way in heck I was ever going to let anyone stick a needle in my back. EVER!) So I am screaming and I feel like I had every right to scream at this moment and my doctor says "don't scream, just try and focus that energy on pushing. And I felt like screaming "are you really telling me not to scream! Have you ever tried to push one of these things out!" But it hurt too bad for me to try and put any words in my screams. So I am pushing her out and her head is out and the doctor said "now stop pushing for a minute". And I am thinking "no way in heck am I gonna stop pushing! " So I pushed even harder. All I could think about was the fact that I needed to get this baby out of me RIGHT NOW before I die. Then she was out and Steve said "honey, it's a girl." And they gave her to me and she was so sweet and I was so glad she was out and I thought, ok...I can never do that ever again. She was born about 40 minutes from the time we arrived at the hospital. I am glad it was quick, but it still wasn't quick enough. I guess I shouldn't complain. I should be happy it wasn't a five hour ordeal like the last 2 or better yet, 12 1/2 hours like Zac was.
Anyway, she is doing great. She is such a good baby. She is even turning into a good sleeper. She slept all night last night. In fact I had to wake her up this morning at 8:30 so I could feed her. She does have jaundice and I have had to take her into the doctor a million times to have her blood drawn to make sure the jaundice doesn't get too bad. You should see her poor little heels were they keep taking the blood out. Here are some pictures of our little cutie.
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