It has been brought to my attention that I haven't posted in some time, and therefore people are wondering where the heck I am and what's going on.
Well, here's the last few weeks in a nutshell-
We came back to NC and Molly is doing very well. She's going to be just fine, though she stil needs to be carried up and down steps and may need to be for a while.
We've spent the last week and a half dealing with a nasty virus that is a stomach bug and upper respiratory crud all rolled into one. None of us escaped it. D was the first to get sick followed by S and baby J, and finally me and DK. (That's what he gets for spending weekends with us!) So far, D is now well, and the rest of us are still sick, but recovering slowly. (I say optomistically as I sniffle and rub my aching sinuses)
I can't tell you how eager I am to move back to GA. Taking care fo 3 kids alone is no fun...make that 3 puking kids and it's REALLY no fun!
S is turning 11 on Friday and he's so so excited. There are about 6 more weeks of school and they are packed full! Book reports, science fair, school play, spring carnival...etc, etc etc. I'm sure it was always this way, but this year it seems so much more overwhelming.
Gotta run..baby J woke..but I'll post more soon. I promise.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
More on Molly
After that last post, Molly had to go back to the vet because she was refusing to drink and hadn't urinated in 24 hours. She wound up staying for 4 days. For a number of days she was unable to urinate at will, and only when either the vet would compress her bladder, or her bladder would become so full she'd have an accident. Poor thing.
But by Saturday she was able to come home, and she's doing very well now. She eating and drinking and has control over her bladder again, and is hobbling around very well. She looks rather pitiful hobbling, but the vet said it's important we make her walk a few times a day to help in healing. She has some horrible abrasions on her belly that look alot like burns (the vet called it "road rash") but they are getting better too. She takes her medicine very well too. Mostly, she just wants to be close to us and loved.
But by Saturday she was able to come home, and she's doing very well now. She eating and drinking and has control over her bladder again, and is hobbling around very well. She looks rather pitiful hobbling, but the vet said it's important we make her walk a few times a day to help in healing. She has some horrible abrasions on her belly that look alot like burns (the vet called it "road rash") but they are getting better too. She takes her medicine very well too. Mostly, she just wants to be close to us and loved.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Molly comes home
Things were a little up and down with Molly today. This morning the vet told me that she still hadn't urinated, her hind end was flopping over when they tried to stand her up and they were concerned about some other internal or neurological injury. Well by early afternoon those issues has resolved themselves and Molly seemed to be doing as well as a dacshung who met an SUV could be doing.
But she was eating, and drinking, and urinating..so the vet gave the go ahead to see how she did at home tonight. She is going to be my constant companion in her laundry basket bed for the next few days, because she is completely unable to move herself. (Doxies just don't do well on 3 legs) And she needs alot of care...but within 2 weeks he expects she'll be able to get around (carefully) again.
We are all so happy to have her home!!!
Monday, March 24, 2008
Luckiest dog around
They say cats have nine lives... let my introduce you to my little dacshund Molly. Molly has had more close calls than I can count. As a tiny puppy she was a champ at wiggling under the fence, and we always were able to catch her before she got hurt. She's prone to a horrible condition called HGE (hemorrhagic gastroenteritis) We've almost lost her a couple of times to that condition. A year and a half ago she leapt off a bed and ruptured a disk in her back. That could have paralyzed her, but didn't.
Well today was her closest scrape ever. This morning around 11 am I answered the door for a gas company representative who was scheduled to do some work. He said "There a young lady sitting down the road here holding a dog who's just been hit. She seems pretty upset...do you know if it might be one of your neighbor's dogs?" I said I'd go see what I could do.
I walked, barefoot, across my yard and across my neighbors yard, and since I didn't have my glasses on, all could see was that she was holding a small brown dog. The college aged girl was crying and said "Do you know who's dog this is? It's a dacshund." I said "Well, my neighbors have 3 dacshunds, and I have one." But in my mind I had ruled out the possibility that it could be Molly because she was in the house..or so I thought. My mind was whirling with the fact that I didn't have my neighbors cell phone numbers, and how would I reach them if one of their dogs had been hit. It never occurred to me that when S let them out to use the bathroom,only moments earlier, our two very bright dogs might have knocked down a gate and escaped the yard.
When I got closer I saw that it was Molly. I said "Oh my God! Molly... oh...hold on!" And I ran back to the house. (Well, I hobbled fast) and began shouting at children to get their shoes on and telling Doug (who was on a business call) to get off the phone. I grabbed the baby from the crib, slipped on some shoes and hurried back out. After buckling the baby in the car, I hurried back to Molly and the waiting woman and gently wrapped her in a towel. The young lady was crying and apologizing profusely, and I was choking back tears and thanking her profusely for staying with Molly. She said never even saw Molly..she just felt a thump and heard yelping. (I cringe as I write that!) I do wish I had gotten her name or had some way to contact her. I'd like to tell her that it wasn't her fault..and we in no way have hard feelings towards her. It was our fault that our dogs escaped the yard.
Molly was very alert, and very happy to see me, but yelped everytime I shifted her. Her hind leg was hanging at a funny angle and she had some deep gashes. We jumped in the car and headed to the vet. The vet sent us home after they got her set up with an iv and so forth because evaluating her would take a good bit of time, but he seemed optimistic.
After wringing my hands all day, waiting for an update, I finally got one. Miraculously, there are no broken bones. Her hind ankle was dislocated, but popped easily back into place. Her cuts and wounds have been cleaned and stitched and her hind leg is in a cast. She was alert and very happy to see us later in the afternoon when we went to check on her. If she eats and drinks and goes to the bathroom tomorrow, she can come home tomorrow afternoon. And getting our old wooden fence replaced with chainlink is now top priority. And until it is..dogs are walked on leash.
Well today was her closest scrape ever. This morning around 11 am I answered the door for a gas company representative who was scheduled to do some work. He said "There a young lady sitting down the road here holding a dog who's just been hit. She seems pretty upset...do you know if it might be one of your neighbor's dogs?" I said I'd go see what I could do.
I walked, barefoot, across my yard and across my neighbors yard, and since I didn't have my glasses on, all could see was that she was holding a small brown dog. The college aged girl was crying and said "Do you know who's dog this is? It's a dacshund." I said "Well, my neighbors have 3 dacshunds, and I have one." But in my mind I had ruled out the possibility that it could be Molly because she was in the house..or so I thought. My mind was whirling with the fact that I didn't have my neighbors cell phone numbers, and how would I reach them if one of their dogs had been hit. It never occurred to me that when S let them out to use the bathroom,only moments earlier, our two very bright dogs might have knocked down a gate and escaped the yard.
When I got closer I saw that it was Molly. I said "Oh my God! Molly... oh...hold on!" And I ran back to the house. (Well, I hobbled fast) and began shouting at children to get their shoes on and telling Doug (who was on a business call) to get off the phone. I grabbed the baby from the crib, slipped on some shoes and hurried back out. After buckling the baby in the car, I hurried back to Molly and the waiting woman and gently wrapped her in a towel. The young lady was crying and apologizing profusely, and I was choking back tears and thanking her profusely for staying with Molly. She said never even saw Molly..she just felt a thump and heard yelping. (I cringe as I write that!) I do wish I had gotten her name or had some way to contact her. I'd like to tell her that it wasn't her fault..and we in no way have hard feelings towards her. It was our fault that our dogs escaped the yard.
Molly was very alert, and very happy to see me, but yelped everytime I shifted her. Her hind leg was hanging at a funny angle and she had some deep gashes. We jumped in the car and headed to the vet. The vet sent us home after they got her set up with an iv and so forth because evaluating her would take a good bit of time, but he seemed optimistic.
After wringing my hands all day, waiting for an update, I finally got one. Miraculously, there are no broken bones. Her hind ankle was dislocated, but popped easily back into place. Her cuts and wounds have been cleaned and stitched and her hind leg is in a cast. She was alert and very happy to see us later in the afternoon when we went to check on her. If she eats and drinks and goes to the bathroom tomorrow, she can come home tomorrow afternoon. And getting our old wooden fence replaced with chainlink is now top priority. And until it is..dogs are walked on leash.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Dear sweet Meredith
Just as I feel like I'm picking myself up and moving forward again, new details get released. http://www.ajc.com/metro/content/metro/atlanta/stories/2008/03/22/hilton_0323.html?cxntlid=homepage_tab_newstab
Now I feel sick. I want to vomit. My chest is heavy and I can't breathe. I am so angry, sick, disgusted...and amazed at Meredith's strength and bravery all at the same time.
Meredith, you are truely my hero. Rest in peace my friend.
Now I feel sick. I want to vomit. My chest is heavy and I can't breathe. I am so angry, sick, disgusted...and amazed at Meredith's strength and bravery all at the same time.
Meredith, you are truely my hero. Rest in peace my friend.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Quickie Update
Just a quick post, because it's late and I should be sleeping. :)
D LOVES gymnastics. He worked hard in class, and despite being the smallest (and least strong) he worked very hard and I was very proud of him.
We are all doign well. S is very excited about an upcoming overnight field trip to an underground lake in TN. J has morning activites 3 days a week and so we're keeping busy, and then fun and playing wears him out for a good long nap.
I'm doing well too. Feeling tired and like jello again tonight becuase I had a good water aerobics class. My food hasn't been so good the last week or so. When I discovered I had lost 22 kbs I loosened up with my eating too much and some of the weight crept back on. Why do I do that? It's silly..but I always have! Once I start to be successful I feel like I can slack off, and I wind up shooting myself in the foot! Refocus, Kathy, refocus!
Next week is spring break forthe kids, and I'm greatly looking forward to being in Athens with DK and spending the week together as a family.
D LOVES gymnastics. He worked hard in class, and despite being the smallest (and least strong) he worked very hard and I was very proud of him.
We are all doign well. S is very excited about an upcoming overnight field trip to an underground lake in TN. J has morning activites 3 days a week and so we're keeping busy, and then fun and playing wears him out for a good long nap.
I'm doing well too. Feeling tired and like jello again tonight becuase I had a good water aerobics class. My food hasn't been so good the last week or so. When I discovered I had lost 22 kbs I loosened up with my eating too much and some of the weight crept back on. Why do I do that? It's silly..but I always have! Once I start to be successful I feel like I can slack off, and I wind up shooting myself in the foot! Refocus, Kathy, refocus!
Next week is spring break forthe kids, and I'm greatly looking forward to being in Athens with DK and spending the week together as a family.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Lack of sleep
Two nights ago when all was quiet I wrote a letter that I've been sitting on since Meredith's memorial...a letter to her family. Afterwards I couldn't sleep, and found a friend on line, and we chatted and cried (think I was doing most of the crying though) until 3:30 am. Well just as I was settling in to sleep at about 4 am, Baby J decided it was morning. And well, that was that. I caught a 2 hour nap when he napped later that day...but that was all. I seemed to be doing alright on such little sleep, but I was silly..so so silly. The boys thought it was great..and I must admit I was enjoying myself.
It caught up with me today however..I've been wiped all day. So I skipped water aerobics and I'm trying not to feel too guilty about it. I hav extreme irrational paranoia that the weight will come back over night if I loose my focus. Well, actually, based on past experience, that fear may not be so irrational. Today, I did however take baby J to a playgroup for toddlers that was fairly active, I took him to a playground, and then chased him all around the kids school at pickup time..so maybe I got my exercise in anyway...
Tomorrow D begins Gymnastics and boy oh boy is he excited!
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