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Mom was sent for an MRI today. The doctor thinks she had a minor stroke at work yesterday. I went over to the house today to see the babies (they have the little boy again) and I'm glad I did. Julie was taking a nap since she was up all night with the babies, Cara was with Kyle in the living room watching the IU game, he was in the swing (it was adorable!) and Mom was in the nursery with Molly on her lap. Mom was drifting in and out of sleep but Molly was sitting up on her lap. I took the baby and told Mom to take a nap while I watched both babies. Miranda and Steph were with me too so I had help. We fed and changed the babies, Dustin came in and helped just as the girls were leaving then Julie got up.
I had no idea it was that serious with her. Julie made it sound like it was just blurred vision. Mom lost speech ability as well, she was unable to form words and was speaking incoherently and passed out, she thought, but her eyes were open according to people in the office. The nursing students were there and thankfully knew the signs of a stroke and what to do. Her BP was extremely high, she wouldn't tell me the diastolic pressure but the systolic pressure was 190. She assured me she's taking her medicine regularly now and won't miss a dose. Ugh. This is worse than dealing with her diabetes. She never watches what she eats and doesn't eat regular meals. Between her and my brother, I'm going to pull my hair out. Tom is losing his vision and he's developing neuropathy already. Blood is pooling behind his eyes and they estimate he has about ten years at the very most before he's legally blind. He doesn't take his insulin regularly. Yes, I'm going to beat him. My niece is worried sick about him.
Kyle, the little boy they were once again given by the teenage girl, looks way too thin. You can see his ribs. They were feeding him baby cereal and apple sauce. Of course, he was spitting up the cereal because he's too young (six months is when you start them on cereal) and apple sauce will give him diarrhea which in turn will dehydrate and malnourish him since he wasn't getting anything else. No formula. They said it was too expensive.
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In the 1 1/2 hours I was there, he downed two 8 oz bottles. Yeah. And he wet three diapers :P He's been with Julie and Mom for a week and doing very well. He smiles and coos all the time. It's awesome because he and Molly are only two weeks apart, he's younger. He's sooo cute. I'll have to snap some pics next time I'm there with my handy dandy digital cam and post them. I keep forgetting to take the camera over there. It's bigger than my last camera, and better, it takes much better pics. I can actually thank Pudge for chewing up my last one. Even though this one is bigger, it has a carrying case and all sorts of nifty features my last one didn't have.
Ok, back to things. My internet was out for several days. Couldn't figure it out until the cable guy came yesterday. He said he couldn't fix the box until today. Personally I think he just wanted overtime pay :P
Dre' cannot drive. He's horrible. Egads. He's almost landed us in a wreck six times now. I'm terrified to ride with him, but I persevere. He's one scary guy behind the wheel. He keeps pulling out in front of people and I'm sitting there saying "No, stop, stop Dre', STOP!" He hears everything but me evidently.
Stephanie is doing much better in school. Her grades are improving even. I had her seeing the school counselor because of her social issues. She called me Friday and told me that she felt Stephanie didn't need to see her anymore (she was going 3x a week for play therapy) that she was doing much better socially and that she told Steph this. She also told Steph that she would be available if she did need to speak to her, which was a nice assurance for her, she needs to know someone is there for her at school since the teachers are shit. If someone picks on her and she tries to tell a teacher they say "Don't be a tattletale." Which pisses me off. She's come home with bruises, one in the shape of a kid's hand, you could even see the finger pads of an entire finger in one bruise. I informed the teacher of the bruises and how they were happening. Her response was defensive and blaming. She stated that Stephanie doesn't tell her who picks on her and nothing happens that she can see. Yet the bruises have since stopped showing up. I was prepared to call the principal if Steph came home with anymore bruises.
Miranda starts therapy with a private counselor (aka not at school thankfully) at the end of this month. It's a way to both appease my mother and to appease myself really. Mom came over one day to see Dre' when he was sick and made a comment about Miranda needing to see someone because of her cutting her arm. She did it once, four, five? months ago. She told me she watched three shows on TV the other day about cutters and one became a serial killer. Nice. So she's worried her granddaughter will become a serial killer? Shit like that makes it difficult to respect her. Although I am sending Miranda to a therapist, it's because I feel she has issues that need to be dealt with. She suffers from depression, mood swings, isolation, normal teenage angst... :P Ahem. At any rate, she is crying out for attention, and she wants to go. So, she's going.
Now... I'm tired. Good night. Sweet dreams. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite. And for those that might appreciate it, here's a lullaby I made up for Dre' when he was a baby. He still likes to hear it now and then, he's cheesy like that. Then again, he still asks me to tuck him in.
Good night, sweet baby
Sleep tight, sweet baby
It's time to go to sleep
Sweet dreams until
The morning light
Comes through your window with a kiss
(Smoochies and nosies follow usually with much giggling)
I had no idea it was that serious with her. Julie made it sound like it was just blurred vision. Mom lost speech ability as well, she was unable to form words and was speaking incoherently and passed out, she thought, but her eyes were open according to people in the office. The nursing students were there and thankfully knew the signs of a stroke and what to do. Her BP was extremely high, she wouldn't tell me the diastolic pressure but the systolic pressure was 190. She assured me she's taking her medicine regularly now and won't miss a dose. Ugh. This is worse than dealing with her diabetes. She never watches what she eats and doesn't eat regular meals. Between her and my brother, I'm going to pull my hair out. Tom is losing his vision and he's developing neuropathy already. Blood is pooling behind his eyes and they estimate he has about ten years at the very most before he's legally blind. He doesn't take his insulin regularly. Yes, I'm going to beat him. My niece is worried sick about him.
Kyle, the little boy they were once again given by the teenage girl, looks way too thin. You can see his ribs. They were feeding him baby cereal and apple sauce. Of course, he was spitting up the cereal because he's too young (six months is when you start them on cereal) and apple sauce will give him diarrhea which in turn will dehydrate and malnourish him since he wasn't getting anything else. No formula. They said it was too expensive.
...
In the 1 1/2 hours I was there, he downed two 8 oz bottles. Yeah. And he wet three diapers :P He's been with Julie and Mom for a week and doing very well. He smiles and coos all the time. It's awesome because he and Molly are only two weeks apart, he's younger. He's sooo cute. I'll have to snap some pics next time I'm there with my handy dandy digital cam and post them. I keep forgetting to take the camera over there. It's bigger than my last camera, and better, it takes much better pics. I can actually thank Pudge for chewing up my last one. Even though this one is bigger, it has a carrying case and all sorts of nifty features my last one didn't have.
Ok, back to things. My internet was out for several days. Couldn't figure it out until the cable guy came yesterday. He said he couldn't fix the box until today. Personally I think he just wanted overtime pay :P
Dre' cannot drive. He's horrible. Egads. He's almost landed us in a wreck six times now. I'm terrified to ride with him, but I persevere. He's one scary guy behind the wheel. He keeps pulling out in front of people and I'm sitting there saying "No, stop, stop Dre', STOP!" He hears everything but me evidently.
Stephanie is doing much better in school. Her grades are improving even. I had her seeing the school counselor because of her social issues. She called me Friday and told me that she felt Stephanie didn't need to see her anymore (she was going 3x a week for play therapy) that she was doing much better socially and that she told Steph this. She also told Steph that she would be available if she did need to speak to her, which was a nice assurance for her, she needs to know someone is there for her at school since the teachers are shit. If someone picks on her and she tries to tell a teacher they say "Don't be a tattletale." Which pisses me off. She's come home with bruises, one in the shape of a kid's hand, you could even see the finger pads of an entire finger in one bruise. I informed the teacher of the bruises and how they were happening. Her response was defensive and blaming. She stated that Stephanie doesn't tell her who picks on her and nothing happens that she can see. Yet the bruises have since stopped showing up. I was prepared to call the principal if Steph came home with anymore bruises.
Miranda starts therapy with a private counselor (aka not at school thankfully) at the end of this month. It's a way to both appease my mother and to appease myself really. Mom came over one day to see Dre' when he was sick and made a comment about Miranda needing to see someone because of her cutting her arm. She did it once, four, five? months ago. She told me she watched three shows on TV the other day about cutters and one became a serial killer. Nice. So she's worried her granddaughter will become a serial killer? Shit like that makes it difficult to respect her. Although I am sending Miranda to a therapist, it's because I feel she has issues that need to be dealt with. She suffers from depression, mood swings, isolation, normal teenage angst... :P Ahem. At any rate, she is crying out for attention, and she wants to go. So, she's going.
Now... I'm tired. Good night. Sweet dreams. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite. And for those that might appreciate it, here's a lullaby I made up for Dre' when he was a baby. He still likes to hear it now and then, he's cheesy like that. Then again, he still asks me to tuck him in.
Good night, sweet baby
Sleep tight, sweet baby
It's time to go to sleep
Sweet dreams until
The morning light
Comes through your window with a kiss
(Smoochies and nosies follow usually with much giggling)