Thursday, March 13, 2008


So Tuesday was one of those days that you don't want to ever repeat. I had a friend over and we made popcorn for our kiddos for a snack. Everything went well and she left so that the older kiddos could have a nap. Evelyn and MyraJean were sitting on the floor with Liam playing and laughing. I walked my friend to the door and then started a bath (lunch was so messy)
I bathed Evelyn and went to put diaper and clothes on her. I gave her her bottle and she started to suck... and gag... and choke. I looked in her mouth and saw popcorn kernels in her throat and tried to get it out with my fingers. That didn't work, so I then started to do CPR thrusts to her back trying to force it out using the air in her lungs. By this time, she was still choking for air and turning blue. I called 911. It was horrible. She finally choked it down and returned to normal colors of pink. Finally, the EMT's came to the house and checked her out. We were concerned, since we never saw it come out, that she has aspirated it into her lungs. So at the behest of the EMTs we grabbed my Dad and he accompanied us the the ER for X-Rays. 3 Hours and 3 cranky babies later, they gave us the OK and sent us home.
That was the end of it right? NO!!! Wednesday morning (8:30) I got a call from the ER and the Pulmonary doctors took another look at her lungs and wanted us to come in. They saw something in there that they thought looked like (wouldn't you know) POPCORN. So I quickly called my Mom, who said she could babysit the other babies, and I ran into the ER at 10 a.m. Then we sat, and sat, oh wait, did I mention we sat? Forever, it seemed. Finally about 12 the decided to get more X-Rays. This is not fun. Evelyn had to sit in a high chair style chair with both hands pulled high into the air (next to her ears) so they can get the x-ray. Then they do a side view, plus a front and back view while she is lying down in the same hands-above-her-head position. She was tired, hungry (they wouldn't allow her to eat or drink) and really ticked about what was happening.
By 2, the Pulmonary doc. came back and said they needed to do a Bronchial-oscopy. This means they put a tube down her throat after they knock her out and look around with a camera for the popcorn. Attached to the tube are pinchers to grab the offending piece of popcorn. The tricky part is that they could do it at 8 pm that night or not until 9 am the next day. I chose for them to do it the next day because I felt like Evelyn needed to be able to eat and not fast for a full 12 hours. I got her dinner, gave her a bath in the 12 by 8 inch sink, and tried to get her to sleep. She went right to sleep and then woke up about 12 times. Finally the nurse came and got her so that I could sleep a little ( like 3 hours worth). Bright and early this morning they came and got her, put her under and went to get the popcorn out of her lungs. Guess what, they never found any. All that for nothing...
There are a couple of things to bear in mind. First, always listen to your Mom. My mom continually told me to not feed babies popcorn, it is a huge choking risk. Second, do not give your kids popcorn or peanuts until they are 3. A surgical nurse said the number one and two choking hazards are popcorn and peanuts and that they can't have them until they are 3. Do NOT give just the fluffy part to your kids either, this does not eliminate the complete risk, because you can't be positive you get all the shell off the popcorn. I was skeptical after Liam, he never choked on popcorn even after he had teeth and was over a year. After Evelyn, I am so sold on no popcorn for 3 and under. If this is any indication of what can happen, I wouldn't give my kiddos popcorn until they are 18 and can pay their own hospital bills.

So... until next time. Good luck and no POPCORN

Monday, March 10, 2008

March 9, 2008

According to Clif's cousin, Mindy, I need to have a blog to put the stories and pictures of my cute kiddos. After much deliberation, I decided that it was a great idea. Lets hope I can keep up with it. So, Sunday was an eventful day. We lost an hour with daylight savings time and you would think that as responsible parents, Clif and I would set our alarms to make up for the loss of time. No, in fact it was like pulling teeth to get out of bed at 8. After the family superhero, Clif, made the kiddos breakfast and I got snacks together along with showers, clothes (for all) we were still a little late to church. Only by 5 minutes or so, so I thought we were doing well.

To sit in a pew with three kids ages 2 1/2 and younger, Clif and I divide and conquer. So Clif sits on one end and I sit on the other end with the kiddos in the middle. Liam wanted to sit by me, (Yay) and so Clif sat by the girlies. Well, MyraJean sat in the middle between Liam and Evelyn. MyraJean kept pushing her toys off the pew and looking at Clif to pick them up. The funniest part is that Clif kept doing it over and over. It made all of us giggle. Then I accidentally left the snack baggie on the seat and Evelyn got a hold of it and POOF, there was an explosion of Cheerios. I had to crawl under the pew in front of us and behind us to get them all. All the while, Evelyn was laughing and picking up random Cheerios and throwing them on my head. And people say what church is a solemn assembly. They have never tried to keep a straight face with my kiddos.

The girls are almost a year and are so cute. They are scooting and trying to move a bit. Evelyn particularly does not like be on her stomach and rolls over immediately. MyraJean just cries until someone picks her up. They are eating like pros and are getting bigger. I wouldn't say they are big since my kids are tiny tykes. They are a joy though, I think they are so fun. They love to get kisses and loves but are just at the age that they don't want to sit on my lap.

Liam is a real ham. He makes us all laugh and is a very sweet sensitive little boy. Yesterday he told me that one baby was sad and the other one was ssshhhh (his way of saying asleep). He tries to help Mom out with all of her jobs and really has the energy of an atomic bomb. He runs circles around us all the time and loves to be chased and to tickle us. What a cutie pie. He is into cars, buses, trucks. He points out all the vehicles on the road as we are walking and tries to get the colors right. He must be partial to green and blue since all the cars are green and blue and he loves BUSES. We saw a stopped bus and the driver pushed his brakes and opened the doors to Liam could see inside. He loved it. The whole way home, he just chatted about the bus. He would be perfectly happy to ride a bus all day long.

Clif is loving his job. They are now giving him a lot of work and so he is able stay really busy. He also joined the gym attached to his job and so he is able to work off his stress off so coming home, he is a joy to be around. He loves helping with the girls and running around with Liam. What a great dad. Not only that but he is the automatic toy-picker-upper. What more could a girl want.

I am just trucking along. I am going to post our family updates and pictures here, so stay tuned. Until next time.... here are some cute pictures of the fam.