So far little Nathaniel is making it through the week. His umbilical hernia surgery and circumcision were done on Monday, and everything was perfectly fine until the medication from the surgery wore off WAY earlier than it should have. Poor Nathaniel!! I called the doc and received "permission" to give him Motrin which did NOTHING. I called back and received permission to go ahead and dose him with his Tylenol with codeine, which did NOTHING because he was too hysterical by that point. I called back and used my angry voice, and the doctor said, "Well, it's really important that we keep him calm." Uh-huh. No kidding it's important to keep him calm. That's why I called you TWO HOURS AGO to let you know that he was starting to feel discomfort when he shouldn't be, you knucklehead. I was trying to be a responsible parent and not overdose my child but apparently I should have gone ahead with my instincts and just drugged him right away. It took two doses to settle him down, and even that didn't really settle him down...the Tylenol with codeine makes him hyper! :) Yikes. He had a thirty minute nap on the day of his surgery. At least he was finally comfortable, though! And thanks to the power of prayer - oh, yeah, I alerted the prayer warriors about this one - he slept through the night on Monday and we all had a chance to regroup. Poor Cora was stressed OUT with Nathaniel's crying...all her maternal instincts were going haywire, and she felt totally helpless. I made her go outside with Shiloh and run off some steam, so they all crashed Monday night as well. Since then, we've kept on top of the medicine cycles even if we have to wake him up at night, and he's doing fine. The saddest thing on Monday was to see a return to some of the orphanage/self-comfort behaviors that he had gotten rid of since he first came home. He does a weird thing with his fingers while he's sucking his thumb, and he hadn't done that for a really long time. He had a hard time accepting comfort, especially since it had to be in his most vulnerable position -being held cradle-style on his back. The regression made me even more angry with the doctor. Arrgh. >:(
He didn't like the removal of the bandages, and he's walking kinda bowlegged (sorry, son - too much information), but he seems to be healing well. He goes in tomorrow for one of his follow-up appointments. It's going to be awhile before he has a recognizable belly button, but it's much better than it was. At least he can wear pants now instead of overalls all the time.
So that's been our week so far. And we've been schooling and the handymen have been at the house to do the last of the touch-ups before we put the house on the market TOMORROW. Who thought this was a good idea?? :) What doesn't kill us makes us stronger, right? Or certifiably insane, whichever.
And to make matters worse, our eldest turned NINE today. NINE! That's one year away from TEN, and before you know it, she's going to be EIGHTEEN. *sigh* Only middle-aged people have nine year-olds. Oh, wait. We are middle-aged. At least one of us is, anyway. :) That middle-aged person took his daughter on a date tonight, and they had a wonderful time. She got all dressed up (Daddy, too!), and might I say we make (and adopt!!) beautiful children. What's even more wonderful is that she is a lovely person on the inside, growing in grace and in the love of the Lord. She is truly precious, and she has such a sweet spirit. Happy Birthday, Shiloh! We are blessed to be your parents, and we look forward to celebrating many more birthdays before you up and leave us in our old age, weeping and sobbing as you go off to make your own way in the world, never bothering to look back and notice that your parents are desolate without you. *sigh* This parenting deal is pretty hard. Next week Abigail turns five. FIVE! That's one year away from SIX, and before you know it, she's going to be EIGHTEEN. Not that I'm overreacting or anything.
Okay, before I hit my second wind tonight and stay up until 1:00, I better give you these pictures and head to bed.
Much Love,
CaseyI think Cora captured this unique camera angle on Nathaniel (this is a pre-op picture; otherwise, his eyes would be pretty glassy from all the good drugs). I often find pictures on the camera of Cora's dolls, various barnyard scenes created with blocks and figurines, and Roscoe. I curse the day I taught her to use the camera. :)
And here is the lovely photographer herself, posed quite nicely by Adah. Adah also took the picture. Yeah - she taught ADAH to use the camera. Great.I really have no explanation for this picture. I just found him like this before dinner one night. Please don't call Social Services on me. He looks like a friendly hoodlum, doesn't he?Okay, this is for all you people who have watched Nathaniel's video more than once. Oh, come on. I know you have. So back by popular demand...Nathaniel. The backstory to this video: Daniel called me upstairs to see the latest haircut he had given Nathaniel. I walked in to see this crazy Mohawk/high-and-tight-gone-bad. I might have fainted. When I recovered, I said, "What are you thinking?" And he said, "Oh, come on. Now that's a cool haircut. It's awesome!" Then I said, "It's something all right." He said, "So should I take it down to the skin or keep it? Because it's awesome!" (He was pretty impressed with his skills.) I called for backup. "Shiloh, come up here!" Shiloh: "What did you DO to his HAIR, Daddy?" Thank you. You are my favorite child. Daniel called for backup. "Adah, Abigail, Cora, come up here!" This is the conversation that ensued, pretty much word for word. Daniel: "Okay, girls. Is this the coolest haircut ever and should I keep it this way or should I make your brother look like a poor refugee and shave it bald?" Me: "Okay, girls. Do you want your brother looking like a crazy person (no offense to crazy people, there are lots in our family) or do you want him looking somewhat normal? Tell Daddy to cut his hair!" Daniel: "Okay, vote now." Jackson: "Keep it. It's cool. I like it." Abigail: "Keep it." Adah: "Bon! Adah like it!" (might I add that she was laughing hysterically and this could have been sarcasm - I demand a recount!) Cora (wavering): "Yeah, keep it. I think he's cute." Shiloh: "Mommy! Do something! He can't go out like that!" Me: "I'm with Shiloh." Daniel: "Oh, come on. It's awesome!" And that's how Nathaniel came to look like a miniature Marine gunney sergeant. And what do you know, the first person we encounter when we get to church on Sunday is one of our elders who is a former Army guy: "Hey, cool haircut. High speed." Thanks, buddy. Daniel now refers to his haircut as his pre-op combat haircut. Poor little guy. THIS haircut AND surgery in one week. It's just too much.
And this is my lovely, NORMAL, right-thinking eldest daughter, my favorite child. who backs me up in all circumstances. :) She's wearing a crown especially made for her by Cora at the last minute as they were driving home from dinner this evening.




