2 Sick Weeks

It all started at 2Am on Monday, February 9th.  Kenzi had crawled in bed with me when I heard the sound that every mother dreads, especially in the middle of the night.  You all know the sound I am talking about; the one that starts with a cough, cough, cough and then . . . well, let's just say you are just thankful they missed your head.

Her teacher had told me that all the kids in her class had been coughing and sick so I just figured she had caught a bug, and put her on some Tylenol flu medicine.  By Friday when she wasn't getting any better, John took her to the doctor and we found out she had Pneumonia!

The oxygen machine was delivered, and we have been to the doctor everyday since!  Since our doctor wasn't working on Sunday we had to take her to the doctor that was working that day. He had us take her off the oxygen only to find out on Monday from our doctor that she should never have been taken off the oxygen (I love doctors) so we got to take home another fun machine; a nebulizer.   

3 shots later, one oxygen machine, an oral prescription, and a nebulizer; Kenzi has had it with everything she is going through!  

I told her she could play with the photobooth on my computer as she did her breathing treatments with the nebulizer; this has seemed to help her complain a little less about having to breath in some nasty tasting air.  As you can see she took some interesting pictures of herself.

I have bribed her with a shopping day if she will take her medicine, wear her oxygen mask at night, and do her breathing treatments 4 times a day.  I think once this illness is over it will only set us back a few $100, donations can be made to . . . .

Change

I don't handle change as well as I should.  It comes in and shakes my world up just a little bit more than what I am comfortable with.  One would think that after 31 years of changing times you would become immune or at least used to it . . . but not me.  Now there were changes in my life that i actually enjoyed; getting married, having 2 beautiful children, graduating from High School and going on to college, but there is one change that is about to happen and I am not ready!  My parents are moving.  I grew up in that house and it has 23 years of memories inside of it.  I remember crying in the bathroom because I didn't want to go to my 2nd grade class (I hated my teacher), I remember my dog coming to meet me at the mailbox everyday when I got off the bus, but most of all I remember some of the best neighbors that I still see when I pick up my little shorties from my mom.  The best part of this house, was the dirt road.  When we moved into the house I was 7 years old.  Every night my mom and I would go for a walk down the road and at the end of the road was a huge rock (and I say was because they have started to take pieces of it away; I am not even sure if it really is a rock or just a big rock part of the mountain), called Huntz Rock.  Inside this huge rock lived an owl, named Barny.  This was also at the time that I hated going to school, and I looked forward to every night that my mom and I could go on our little walk together.  It also happens to be the best place in the world to walk your dog.  They can run free for miles, and dig for tons of mice.  I am going to miss that place, even if I am 31 and haven't lived there for almost 10 years.  Honestly;  then I wonder why my little guy Korbin cries when we talk about moving . . . the apple really does not fall from the tree!