<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:42:41.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bobbi and Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>205</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-2337540023939425953</id><published>2011-09-02T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T17:59:25.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School's coming!</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe that the summer is almost done! School starts next tues. I am SO excited. Kristen is too! I got a phone call yesterday from her teacher. I was shocked! Just wanting to see if anything had changed over the summer, or anything she should know going in! REALLY serious! A teacher who cares outside of the classroom! How often does one see this?! And the great thing is...she was Joe's Grade one teacher. She's teaching Kindergarten next year, and then going back to grade one! This means, Kristen will have her for two years! A teacher for two years that gives a rats bum for her students! WOW!  The principal called me later in regards to the fundraiser that we're doing. Same day!! lol. She also let me know that the SEA for kristen does have level one sign! There's support of a school for a child's success! We are sure blessed.Advice going into school....for those who have children with needs, or really without needs and you have worries. Start with all of the workshops that the agencies you are dealing with have to offer. GO to them!!! They are informative. There are other parents with experience too. Write down your questions. Ask them! Go to the school. Talk with the principal. Get to know him/her. Join PAC/PTA meetings, just to get a feel for them, before you get into the school. Get to know the teacher's. Make yourself seen! They will treat you with respect when they know that you are on board with education! Don't be in their faces either. Let them do their job, but allow them to know that you're supporting them. Try and volunteer in the classroom's with reading. Not too often as to take away from your child's school experience either. Let your children go...they will be ok!!! Happy Summer, and first day of school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-2337540023939425953?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/2337540023939425953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/09/schools-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/2337540023939425953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/2337540023939425953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/09/schools-coming.html' title='School&apos;s coming!'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-1748551847648999021</id><published>2011-08-27T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T19:25:13.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland</title><content type='html'>Well here I am sitting in Disneyland. I've been here for four days, and go home tomorrow. I am here for a Tupperware conference and am having a blast. I left my kids at home. I feel guilty about it. But at the same time for my mental health, I really needed this break. I have never left my kids except to give birth...lol...which happened a few times over the last number of years...lol. I must say, I have never been here before. WOW! I am in stimulation overload. I have had so much fun. But I am so ready to go home to hug my babies. I can't say that I won't do it again though. I think that for my sanity, now that I know I have some, I really did need a get away. But I still feel guilty. I know how much my kids would love it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. MAYBE next time. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts in a week and a half, so the routine will be back to the grind. I'm pretty excited about that. I know that the kids have been asking over the last couple of weeks to go back, and that they miss it. I think that Kristen will be the biggest change. She's talking so much more now, and so much more clearer! Truely, it is amazing. I can't wait to have school start so that I can get back into the classroom's to help out too! There isn't much left to get together. Just a few more shirts for Joe, and away we'll go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-1748551847648999021?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/1748551847648999021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/08/disneyland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/1748551847648999021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/1748551847648999021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/08/disneyland.html' title='Disneyland'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-6265654175709250607</id><published>2011-08-14T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T16:26:44.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x3_yqJmyCJ0/TkhZj6z_lUI/AAAAAAAAARE/WUf2TnKNTzc/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x3_yqJmyCJ0/TkhZj6z_lUI/AAAAAAAAARE/WUf2TnKNTzc/s400/064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640857006899172674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given the most amazing gift from my best friend yesterday. I was given the opportunity to watch the miracle of life being born. It was truly an amazing experience. Isobella was born at 4:17am. After her poor mommy was in labour for 24 hours...to the minute! She was 6lbs 2oz. The amazing thing was the nurse was having my friend try to push a bit before the dr was called. And there was the head. Second push, and the head was half out. I just told the nurse, let me know what you want me to do? She said here, put a pad over the half born head, and said hold. Ok, no problem. I held, looked at my friend, and knew, baby wasn't waiting. She delivered the rest of the head into my hand. Now some may think this is all weird or gross. But it is the miracle of life, and when in the postion you don't look at things the same way. I was just in awe. At the end of it all, her little girl is just the perfect of perfect babies! And to see daddy's face when he heard it was a girl. You can NEVER duplicate that! Thank-you so much to my best friend. Although she may as well be family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-6265654175709250607?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/6265654175709250607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/08/gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6265654175709250607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6265654175709250607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/08/gift.html' title='A Gift'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x3_yqJmyCJ0/TkhZj6z_lUI/AAAAAAAAARE/WUf2TnKNTzc/s72-c/064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-7673863876982045346</id><published>2011-08-13T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T09:55:47.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Renal Clinic</title><content type='html'>Because Kristen had complete renal (kidney) failure while she was on ECMO and in the ICU, we became a part of a study that BC Children's was doing. They wanted to know if there was long term effects on the kidney's after function resolved. Kristen was the oldest (almost three at the time) and most severe case (almost 7 weeks of failure) that they had. So I agreed to do the study. I wanted to know for my own knowledge as well, as no one had any answers as to whether or not we follow her or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The findings were that she was indeed on the border line of being almost mildly kidney diseased. Meaning, if we hadn't done the study, and hadn't done a 3 hour GFR test (radioactive dye put in her and four blood works), we would have never known....until it was too late. She would have been in complete kidney failure. And would have been needing a kidney transplant. Now because they caught it so early, we are monitoring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the plan, nothing has changed too much. She is still stable. Her creatine (sp?) has risen, but she's also grown too, so it should a bit. So in another year, we repeat the GFR test and see where we're at!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-7673863876982045346?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/7673863876982045346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/08/renal-clinic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/7673863876982045346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/7673863876982045346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/08/renal-clinic.html' title='Renal Clinic'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-2892382271524671760</id><published>2011-08-09T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T09:58:52.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe turns SEVEN!</title><content type='html'>Holy moley! My baby boy is now seven! How he's grown. He starts grade 2 in a month. He's so excited!....lol...as am I!  He is doing so well now. No one would really recongize that he is on the ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder....he's PDD-NOS) at most times. He's reading now, and doing math adding and subtracting. He's so proud of himself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-2892382271524671760?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/2892382271524671760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/08/joe-turns-seven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/2892382271524671760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/2892382271524671760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/08/joe-turns-seven.html' title='Joe turns SEVEN!'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-4149023601209204599</id><published>2011-07-17T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T16:05:40.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a rainy Summer</title><content type='html'>Since the end of school, we have gone camping, gone to the movies, had the kids playing in the back yard...well when it's not raining. What a pitiful summer it has been! We got the kids a little pool, and they love it....when they can enjoy it that is! I think that mother nature has been PMSing lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave for a two week camping trip on monday. Well not really a full two weeks. I will be back and forth with the kids through out the first week. Joe still has tutoring and sportball soccer, and Kenny has IDP etc. The second week, I only need to come back once. But the kids are just as happy to go for the nights anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny has received his new stander. He's liking it. We saw the neurosurgeon this week. He's happy with the lack of brain pressures as of now. So we don't have to see him for another year now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just been busy as usual...with a bit of sleeping in! September will kill me with that one...lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-4149023601209204599?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/4149023601209204599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-been-rainy-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/4149023601209204599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/4149023601209204599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-been-rainy-summer.html' title='It&apos;s been a rainy Summer'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-7300381058919912837</id><published>2011-06-13T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T18:54:00.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristen, Kristen, Kristen!</title><content type='html'>Well my little CHERUB is growing up. Last week we had her intergration meeting with the school. And believe it or not, I left feeling good! I feel like Kristen, and myself are going to be supported to the fullest. She is doing amazing things this little girl of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a CI mapping today. We were taken into the booth, and she did her listening. She did such great conditioned play. She even hit the button when there was nothing even being presented....well, I figured out pretty quickly it was because I didn't hear it! But she did! Uh Oh, time for mommy to have a hearing test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was then presented with an assesment of vocabulary for 5 year olds. She quickly got bored, because she was getting it! And so the audiologist moved up to the 6 year old assessment. WOW. She did really well with that one too! I am just so proud of where she was, and where she is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-7300381058919912837?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/7300381058919912837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/06/kristen-kristen-kristen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/7300381058919912837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/7300381058919912837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/06/kristen-kristen-kristen.html' title='Kristen, Kristen, Kristen!'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-2905046832235620171</id><published>2011-06-08T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:09:16.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow!!!! Down!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-udBmDYjK_bg/TfArHE9Yg3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/E2ZqZeKyd2M/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-udBmDYjK_bg/TfArHE9Yg3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/E2ZqZeKyd2M/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616036135921288050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dQL1-P0TA-s/TfAq2N4q4UI/AAAAAAAAAQs/_2MG5zfNn00/s1600/104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dQL1-P0TA-s/TfAq2N4q4UI/AAAAAAAAAQs/_2MG5zfNn00/s400/104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616035846259663170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-2905046832235620171?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/2905046832235620171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/06/slow-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/2905046832235620171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/2905046832235620171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/06/slow-down.html' title='Slow!!!! Down!!!!'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-udBmDYjK_bg/TfArHE9Yg3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/E2ZqZeKyd2M/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-4374933661151633114</id><published>2011-06-03T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T07:20:15.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A blog to follow</title><content type='html'>This blog is of a 23 year old man, who has PDD-NOS, and is giving insight into what he feels and see's. So very interesting, and nice to have a voice as to what we may be dealing with with Joe. I thank him for allowing me to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://voicefromthespectrumop.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-4374933661151633114?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/4374933661151633114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-to-follow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/4374933661151633114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/4374933661151633114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-to-follow.html' title='A blog to follow'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-708732430832480667</id><published>2011-06-02T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T13:05:59.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water proof hearing aids.</title><content type='html'>http://talkingtwentyfourseven.blogspot.com/2009/03/water-aids.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this person has allowed me to share this post with you. I felt that it was a nice way to let people see this too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://talkingtwentyfourseven.blogspot.com/2010/06/prepping-for-water-fun.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was for short tuerm spraying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for letting me share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-708732430832480667?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/708732430832480667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/06/water-proof-hearing-aids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/708732430832480667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/708732430832480667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/06/water-proof-hearing-aids.html' title='Water proof hearing aids.'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-7515569324051301376</id><published>2011-05-06T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T20:01:47.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neonatology followup</title><content type='html'>Kenny had a Neonatology Follow-up Clinic on Tuesday. The PT felt bad bringing us in for the visit. She knows that we are well supported in the community. Of course they saw lots of change in him and were happy. It's slow for us to watch daily though. But the last time they saw him, he was only about a month post-op for the hydrocephalus. So of course there were tonnes of change since then. They have classified him as a level 4 maybe 5 on the CP scale. There are only 5 levels, one being maybe walks with a limp. I said, that's nice, no one will be able to predict his future and every baby has a different early intervention stage, and really since he has only been without brain pressure for 8/9 months, that took him right to almost a newborn stage again, he is doing well. Now don't think that I'm burying my head in the sand in denial. I do believe that Kenny will need a wheel chair. I do believe that he will have some mobility. How much, that I don't know. But I like to think postitive. I do know the reality too. But it doesn't change who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pediatrician there has put in a referal for full genetic counselling and work up for the whole family. It's just so curious how we have won the lotto on our kids, and why. Is there a genetic componant? Who know's? Again, doesn't change anything or anyone, but will just give us more information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-7515569324051301376?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/7515569324051301376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/05/neonatology-followup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/7515569324051301376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/7515569324051301376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/05/neonatology-followup.html' title='Neonatology followup'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-984823579287627618</id><published>2011-04-27T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T19:45:46.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sand....yep!</title><content type='html'>I think that we have officially hit all of the tactile issues with Kristen! She has been through all of it! I think it has to do with her vision as well. So we started with cement, grass, gravel, bark mulch, and now we have achieved sand. If you saw her last year, taking her to the beach...yikes...it was like putting a cat in a bag! She would scream and dig her heels in and refuse to go! I'd pick her up and just sit her on a chair beside me. Well we went camping at Camperland in Bridal Falls last weekend. And she walked on the sand on the first day. Shoes on...but did it. No screaming, and on her own free will. The next day it was shoes with no socks and dumping the shoes every 5 minutes. Then out of no where...shoes off...thrown to the side and walking! Barefoot! HUH??!! And then the kicker, she started kicking her toes in the sand! How far she has come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-984823579287627618?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/984823579287627618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/04/sandyep.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/984823579287627618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/984823579287627618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/04/sandyep.html' title='Sand....yep!'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-2389203567562013712</id><published>2011-04-21T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T07:17:36.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BioChemical Says....</title><content type='html'>We met with the Dr yesterday. She said it could be another 4 weeks for the muscle results to come back. They have basically ruled out almost every type of metabolic disorder that we can at this point. Our blood work showed that Gary had the same broken chromosome as Kenny, but because Gary doesn't have the same things wrong with him, it can't be genetic to that specific gene. At the end of all of this we may find that we won't find anything. But at least we have investigated. And I have exhausted all options. We will still do a genetic testing on the family after this is all complete. Just to see if there is a link between the kids and all that is challenged with them. Not that it changes anything, but it is just information. Or it may change course of treatment. I feel like I'm just a medical journal here sometimes. People's eyes start to glaze over when I have gone through our list, and the medical terms. But I'm glad to know that at least I can educate myself on my kids to the extent that I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-2389203567562013712?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/2389203567562013712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/04/biochemical-says.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/2389203567562013712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/2389203567562013712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/04/biochemical-says.html' title='BioChemical Says....'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-6486820541486013946</id><published>2011-04-15T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T14:04:10.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk Walk Walk</title><content type='html'>Our family will be participating in the Walk for Bright Futures. These funds are used for both BC Family Hearing Resource Center, and Surrey Early Speech and Language Program. We have used both of these wonderful services and I am pationate about fundraising for them. To be able to support an organization that is so family based and supportive, is such a blessing. Please, if you can pledge us as we walk 4.1kms. Help to get the funds to bring down the wait list for the SESLP. They service the hearing children with speech delays. Our wait time for Joe was over 18mths. With more funds, we potencially can bring down these waits, as we all know early intervention is of the utmost importance!! And we have had the honour of being the poster family this year!! The poster has my husband and my second daughter on it, and the pledge brochure has Gary pushing Courtney and Kristen in the stroller and Joe on his bike! So cool!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for your support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.gifttool.com/athon/MyFundraisingPage?ID=1761&amp;AID=1487&amp;PID=199183&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-6486820541486013946?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/6486820541486013946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/04/walk-walk-walk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6486820541486013946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6486820541486013946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/04/walk-walk-walk.html' title='Walk Walk Walk'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-339008264721282214</id><published>2011-03-31T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T20:25:21.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The kids and technology</title><content type='html'>I was wondering why my screen saver was saying that it couldn't find the file. I have it as a slide show of my photo's. Well then I went looking for the photo's. Joe has officially deleted a years worth of pics from my computer. I understand why he accidently did this. The kids are constantly dragging things on the iPad into new groups. Well I guess he did the same with the pictures on the PC. I have to now go through my Facebook and copy all of the uploaded photo's back to the computer to be able to have copies. All I can say is thank goodness for FB!! And can I be mad at him, nope, I should have really been watching him on the computer. He has usually just played his games, but with the use of the iPad he was looking for youtube! And movies to watch. Darn mommy, for letting them have the freedom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-339008264721282214?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/339008264721282214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/03/kids-and-technology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/339008264721282214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/339008264721282214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/03/kids-and-technology.html' title='The kids and technology'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-3736406492663150924</id><published>2011-03-31T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T20:20:46.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery complete</title><content type='html'>Kenny went in this morning to have his muscle biopsy done. He so far has done fantastic. I can't see the incision as of yet, the dressing needs to stay on for some time. Now we wait for results. I have an appointment with Biochemical on the 20th of next month. So we'll see what they have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-3736406492663150924?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/3736406492663150924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/03/surgery-complete.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/3736406492663150924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/3736406492663150924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/03/surgery-complete.html' title='Surgery complete'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-3151800379874436698</id><published>2011-03-27T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T07:56:42.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>Well we are half way through our spring break here. We get two weeks! They added on 10 minutes a day, to give us another week off. They did this last year with the oh so beloved Olympics here, and just carried it to this year. I personally like it. I need the break from everything. So what have we done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an adventure on the Ferry Boat to Victoria. The kids just loved this. We had a beautiful hotel room and were able to just really relax. While we were there we went to the Undersea Gardens. That was amazing! There is a guy in a scuba suit that comes down and shows us all of the fish life that can be handled. We were able to see star fish, and an octopus...creepy little fella, and he has even conditioned the fish to come to a bell when it's time to feed! Really cool! We checked out the bug zoo....a bit expensive, neat, but above the kids level. But that's ok, it's all about the experience for them. We swam in the pool at the hotel and ate dinner on the roof top restaurant on the 18th floor! On the boat back, Joe saw a kid that was on the boat over, so he REALLY thought that was neat. They were making playdates with eachother, high fiving, and telling eachother "see you later dude!". The kid lives in Seachelt...lol...we will probably never see him again. But that's ok. Tues we visited my sister in law in Ferndale where she was camping. Well acutally we met her at the mall for dinner, and the kids played in the play area for an hour. It was late so back we came. The next day we went back again...it was beautiful out. Spring MUST be here! (finger's crossed anyways) They played for 5.5 hours! It was awesome. Thank goodness for my Nexus pass...the border lineup was over 70 minutes long! Thursday we played it mellow, and I just soaked the kids in the bath for 2 hours!! lol! Friday, Gary stayed home, so off to the McD's play place and then to JYSK. We needed a new mattress for our trailer. We got one a heck of a deal...then I lifted the mattress in the trailer to find MOULD!! EWWWWW!!! Could not believe it! It's not even 2 mths old. How the heck does moisture get in there...anyways to the shop it went....and now Kristen is asking every 5 minutes, Trailer??!! Fix it??!! Man they love to sleep in it even if it's outside the house!! Saturday, I did a Kids Swap meet for my Tupperware, and then we did a Costco shop after. The kids love this, cause they know that we eat there after! And who wouldn't??!! We all eat for under $18.00! It's so cheap and good!! Today, so far is just mellow. Who know's what the rest of the week will present. I'm sending Kristen to PALS (her deaf pre-school) and Courtney will join her. This will give me 3 days of 4 hours to spend with just Kenny and Joe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny has his muscle biopsy on Thurs. I was able to get in on a cancellation! That's right it pays to say, "PUT ME ON A CANCELLATION LIST" If I hadn't we'd be waiting at least 5 mths. Then we meet with biochemical disease control on the 20th of next month...we'll see what that says!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-3151800379874436698?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/3151800379874436698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/3151800379874436698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/3151800379874436698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-366850614686197265</id><published>2011-03-10T08:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T08:59:24.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muscle Biopsy</title><content type='html'>I had a call about two weeks ago from Biochemical Disease control, letting me know that they want to do a muscle biopsy on Kenny. The hitch is that the OR time can be anywhere from 5-8 months to get a date. Well, I just stated about 3 times...lol...that she needed to physically write on his paper work, that I want to be on a cancellation list. And to put it in BIG BOLD letters. And told her that if she didn't they won't call me to do it!! Well, they called today. He has an appointment on the last day of this month! And to get those results from that test can be another 3-6 mths. Thank goodness I'm able to get him in quicker. Who know's what and if they end up finding anything at the end of all of this testing. She says sometimes it's just a mystery. The neurologist isn't convinced that based off of his brain MRI's that it's metabolic, but something genetic. So really who know's. At the end of the day, his damage is done, and he's still my little Kenny. And he will still always have challenges.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-366850614686197265?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/366850614686197265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/03/muscle-biopsy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/366850614686197265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/366850614686197265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/03/muscle-biopsy.html' title='Muscle Biopsy'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-7632965008418128713</id><published>2011-03-07T10:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T11:01:02.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just curious!</title><content type='html'>I see so many people from all of the world that are following my blog. I'd love to hear who you are and where you are from. Also what brings you to show interest. I'm not saying this in a bad way, just really want to 'meet' you all! So just comment and let me know, and thanks for following! It means a lot that in the world of cyber space that people that you don't know and never met, care and pray for your family! Bobbi :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-7632965008418128713?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/7632965008418128713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-curious.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/7632965008418128713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/7632965008418128713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-curious.html' title='Just curious!'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-776085566896702239</id><published>2011-03-03T10:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T10:51:31.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's teaching him!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SIpQYvTovk8/TW_jJYJgqjI/AAAAAAAAAQg/rV7sddNxzFY/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SIpQYvTovk8/TW_jJYJgqjI/AAAAAAAAAQg/rV7sddNxzFY/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579928213576002098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gc9ZnCH2Vak/TW_jJPeURlI/AAAAAAAAAQY/8ATJXg9yHNI/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gc9ZnCH2Vak/TW_jJPeURlI/AAAAAAAAAQY/8ATJXg9yHNI/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579928211247351378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xa_MwM-2ptQ/TW_jIx0zGhI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/DwxIcUlTLtY/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xa_MwM-2ptQ/TW_jIx0zGhI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/DwxIcUlTLtY/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579928203288582674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so cute! I put Kenny beside Kristen and Courtney on the couch, just to sit with them. Kristen started saying and signing 'play' to him. He looked at her, and she then proceeded to hand over hand him to sign play! I was filled with so much pride, and couldn't believe that she was being a leader!! She then was taking his hand, and trying to get him to press on the iPod. And in her jargon, was telling him how to use it! Adorable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-776085566896702239?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/776085566896702239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/03/shes-teaching-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/776085566896702239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/776085566896702239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/03/shes-teaching-him.html' title='She&apos;s teaching him!'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SIpQYvTovk8/TW_jJYJgqjI/AAAAAAAAAQg/rV7sddNxzFY/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-4366188373068229178</id><published>2011-02-23T13:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T13:54:52.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bio Chemical</title><content type='html'>Well Bio Chemical Disease control called. Now we need to do a muscle biopsy for Kenny. Sheesh, another test another wait. The wait just for the appointment, because he'll have to be sedated, is at least 5 months away. I told the nurse to PLEASE write on the requisition that MOM has requested that Kenny be put on a cancellation list. Hopefully this will be seen, and we get a call soon. I know that at the end of all of this testing they may just find nothing. But, I figure what do we have to lose. I have also requested to the pediatrician to send the whole family to genetic testing. Not sure if all the kids are having something that relates to them all genetically or not, but I feel it would be interesting to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-4366188373068229178?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/4366188373068229178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/02/bio-chemical.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/4366188373068229178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/4366188373068229178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/02/bio-chemical.html' title='Bio Chemical'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-8711588021330022618</id><published>2011-02-13T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T08:37:13.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another birthday in our house!</title><content type='html'>Three years ago today, I was a very 35 weeks pregnant, with my blood pressure rising! 160/100. So the dr admitted me. When I got there I was already 3 cm dialated. They broke my water, and 2 hours later at 7lbs 4oz, a Courtney Joy Taylor was born. This is the only birth that Gary got the honour of cutting the cord. This is the only birth that we got to hold her for a minute before they took her to the Special Care Nursery. She stayed for 6 days, had an NG tube dropped for 2 feeds, and then home to the hectic Taylor household. She has developed "typically", actually a bit quicker in some aspects as a typical kid, but who wouldn't with all of the exposure to all of the therapy from the older two. She got to go to Pre-school a little earlier than this pre-school usually does. She is our snuggle bug, and our Courtney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy third Birthday Courtney!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-8711588021330022618?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/8711588021330022618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-birthday-in-our-house.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/8711588021330022618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/8711588021330022618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-birthday-in-our-house.html' title='Another birthday in our house!'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-2661663340775409366</id><published>2011-02-12T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T16:37:11.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 5th Birthday to my CHERUB!</title><content type='html'>It is so hard to believe that five years ago today our journey started. Oh how our lives have changed. I certainly do NOT take anything for granted anymore. There were so many things that had happened and have happened to make me realize that we don't have the control over our lives that we think that we do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby girl Kristen Marie Taylor was born today. Five years ago. We don't even have an accurate birth weight for her. I do know that her blood type is A+. Only because everyday I would ask, How much does she weigh? I had no idea how serious Congenital Diaphragmatic Herina's (CDH) were. He right lung was a 1/4 of the size that it should be. Her pulmonary hypertension put her on ECMO (heart and lung bypass) for 12 days. The ECMO along with the pulmonary hypertension caused her kidney's to fail. A pic line caused a blood clot in her left leg, causing a small stroke in her visual portion of her brain. The ECMO caused multiple brain calicfications. Her PDA being open caused her to stay on high frequency ventilation for almost a full two months. It also caused her kidney's to work harder until they fixed it. Within that week after the heart surgery she came off of ventilation, and dialasis. So excited over PEE!! LOL! The ventilation caused many years of feeding issues. The feeding issues caused failure to thrive threatening us with the possiblility of G-Tube feedings. We dealt with many issues around reflux (GERD, common with CDH). She never crawled, she butt scooted. Her hearing was taken from her when she about 6 months old, risks with ventilation and ECMO and CDH. We need to remember that ECMO saved her life. It may have done damages, but it gave me my miracle. She was implanted with a cochlear implant at 21 mths old. She eventually walked at almost 23 mths old. Her depth perception made her very cautious. She had troubles changing from one area to another when looking at carpet to laminate. She was diagnosed on the Autism Spectrum Disorder. I wished soooo hard to know, What is she going to be like at 5??!! I just wanted to rush the time so I could know! Well here we are FIVE years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen is registered for Kindergarten in the fall. She is still working on speech sounds, but she is signing up a storm! She is pretty much always happy. She gets in trouble just like any kid does. She is a walking miracle. She is loved by her brother's, sister, mommy, daddy, and friends and family a like. Everyone around her is so proud to see the amazing changes that she has been making lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little girl is FIVE!!!! Happy Birthday Kristen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/04/kristens-run-with-cdh.html&lt;br /&gt;This link above will show a previous post that show's Kristen's story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-2661663340775409366?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/2661663340775409366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-5th-birthday-to-my-cherub.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/2661663340775409366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/2661663340775409366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-5th-birthday-to-my-cherub.html' title='Happy 5th Birthday to my CHERUB!'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-2750788278250529342</id><published>2011-02-07T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T10:56:14.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Featured in the BCFHRC newsletter</title><content type='html'>Such an honour to be a feature family in the newsletter for BC Family Hearing Recource Center...here's the article for your reading pleasure! So cool! Didn't really know that we were all that interesting...lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Taylors – Together Every Step of the Way&lt;br /&gt;Bobbi and Gary Taylor and their family have been receiving services from the BC Family Hearing Resource Centre since October 2006 when their 2nd child, daughter Kristen was diagnosed with hearing loss.&lt;br /&gt;Below are some excerpts taken from Bobbi’s blog celebrating their 6th Wedding Anniversary, in November 2009. Bobbi also shares with our readers, their family’s journey to date.&lt;br /&gt;Six years ago today, we said I do.&lt;br /&gt;Six years ago today, we had no idea where we'd be.&lt;br /&gt;Six years ago today, we began a journey&lt;br /&gt;That most could not begin to imagine&lt;br /&gt;Six years ago today, we began to plan our family.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn‘t too long after the planning began that our son, Joe joined us in August 2004. Seven weeks early, he was so small and perfect in our arms. We took him home on his 19th day and were delighted to watch him grow, smile, walk, and giggle.&lt;br /&gt;Joe was 10 months old when we found out we were pregnant with our first little girl. When Kristen was just 20 weeks in utero we learned that she had Congenital Diaphragmatic Hernia (CDH)—there was a hole in her diaphragm on her right side, allowing her liver and small and large bowel up into her chest cavity. We were told that she had a 50/50 chance of survival. She joined us in Feb 2006; three weeks early. We could not hold her, we did not even hear her cry but, she fought hard, and succeeded; we were able to take her home after three months in hospital, on my birthday. However, due to her CDH, we spent a lot of time at the hospital. Kristen was given a variety of life-saving medications, received ventilation and underwent ―extra-corporeal membrane oxygenation‖ or ECMO, a highly invasive procedure for treating insufficient organ function.&lt;br /&gt;Due to all of this, Kristen took part in a routine hearing screening which led to the further diagnosis of profound bilateral hearing loss when she was just 7½ months old. This was definitely not easy and was unexpected: however we know that if it hadn‘t been for these life-saving measures from a large health care team, she wouldn‘t be with us here today. Shemay be deaf but she‘s alive! Knowing that she‘s overcome such odds, we don‘t take for granted that our baby is here with us. She is almost five years old now, and we‘re so lucky to have her. There may be complications, delays and challenges all related to her rough start at life, but she survived and we have made it, together.&lt;br /&gt;We were receiving good services to help Kristen with her hearing loss and were using hearing aids. Then, in November 2007 Kristen received a cochlear implant which was activated a month later. As with the hearing aids she had previously worn, we had to work to keep her equipment on, to teach her signs and words, not to mention helping her with her other challenges such as eating and walking.&lt;br /&gt;It took a lot of appointments with various professionals but I‘ve learned that therapy does not rule the roost. While it is an important part of our children‘s lives, there is more to life than therapy. Day to day life is therapy…therapy is not just one hour a week…I have to carry their therapy into the whole day…it‘s how I apply what I learn in that one hour that helps me throughout the day. That is what makes a difference in their lives. We, their parents, make a difference in all their lives.&lt;br /&gt;Even after all of the therapy, feeding issues, hearing loss, and the constant worry we decided that our family still had room for more. We welcomed Courtney in February 2008. Five weeks premature, she too was so small and so perfect. This time we got to hold her right away and my husband, Gary got to cut the umbilical cord! We had a very busy household with three thriving children.&lt;br /&gt;I have come to realize that diagnoses are just words; they do not describe who my children are. I don‘t focus on their diagnoses. They are children first. I have also come to realize that I can‘t control outcomes, but we can work hard to make the most with the cards we have been dealt. I encourage the children to try anything and everything. I truly believe that the world is their oyster and I try to ensure that they have normal experiences outside of formal therapy sessions.&lt;br /&gt;As a family, we love camping and we spend many weekends enjoying the outdoors together. On the weekends our children are excited to be spending time together doing family things. Even though it can sometimes be tough, we know that keeping a sense of humour has helped us through a lot. And so… we have learned to expect the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;When Courtney was just five months old, Joe was diagnosed with Pervasive Development Disorder not otherwise Specified (PDDNOS) which is one of the disorders included under the umbrella diagnosis of Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD). This news was hard to take at first. We had had concerns about Joe and had suspected that something was ―off‖ or ―not quite right.‖ After all the appointments and assessments we thought we were prepared but, actually hearing the words and reading them in a 15 page report was very hard. The truth is reality sets in and we had no choice but to move on and ensure that Joe receives the help that he needs.&lt;br /&gt;Amongst others on the large team that helped us with Joe, we worked with Linda Spencer, Speech and Language Pathologist, with Surrey Speech and Language Services. It was great that we could access services for Joe and Kristen in the same place. We feel comfortable at BC Family Hearing Resource Society. It is like our second home and we know we have support there. However, it is through the networking with other families and reaching people online that I have gained the most outlet and support. It is through helping other parents with their experiences and challenges that I know I am not alone in my situation.&lt;br /&gt;By the time Courtney was 11 months old we thought that our family was complete...but what a surprise when we realized someone else had a plan for us—we found out we were expecting a fourth child. But, remember what I said about expecting the unexpected? Before Kenny came, we learned that Kristen too was on the Autism Spectrum. This diagnosis didn't seem to bother us as much as it did when we first found out about Joe. This time we knew that there would be a great system of supports for us to help her make progress with her skills and we were confident that she would succeed, after all, she had already proved herself to be a survivor!&lt;br /&gt;Kenny joined us 8 weeks early, on Aug 20, 2009. We thought the others were small!! Yikes, not so much! Kenny was so tiny and perfect. We waited for Kenny to come home and kept waiting and waiting. His Bradycardia (heart rate slowing) kept continuing, so the doctor did a head ultrasound and found significant brain injury. Wow! This news hit us like a ton of bricks. After we gathered ourselves, and got all of the information we could, we again had no choicebut to move on from the diagnosis and accept Kenny as we had our older children. Again, we had more faith this time that there would be health care professionals who care about our baby and would monitor Kenny‘s progress and hopefully keep him ―on track.‖ After waiting 47 long days and traveling back and forth from our home in Cloverdale to Surrey Memorial Hospital in Surrey, we were thrilled to bring him home.&lt;br /&gt;Today, Joe is now attending school full time and receives one on one support in the classroom. Kristen is now 5 years old and 4 years into hearing with her CI. We are very pleased with the progress she has made. The CI provided access to hearing and with all the hard work that has followed she now has the ability to listen and to learn spoken language. She attends the PALS program at BCFHRC three days a week and she is able to go to her community preschool three days per week. Next year she will go to Kindergarten at the same school as Joe. We are thankful to have a one on one worker who devotes a lot of time to Kristen‘s needs. She really has become a good friend and a part of how our family functions.&lt;br /&gt;With Courtney, having no developmental challenges has been amazing. While I am thrilled that she is healthy and thriving, I have had concern that having siblings who receive so much of our attention through special appointments all the time takes its toll on her. While Courtney has been able to participate in services that Kristen has received through BCFHRC, we were glad when we were able to enroll her in a community preschool classroom of her own so that she could have her own special thing to do where she can be independent. She‘s doing so well but, boy, is she a little monkey.&lt;br /&gt;Kenny is now seventeen months old and we have recently been told that he will have developmental delays (by now this seems almost ―normal/typical‖ to us). He is also visually impaired, has infantile spasms (seizure disorder) and hydrocephalous. It is a lot to contend with and despite all our experiences with his older siblings, finding out he will have gross motor delays, (cerebral palsy) and will probably never walk has still affected us greatly. It has helped me through that Gary and I have been going through this together, every step of the way. We have certainly been tested over the past six years.&lt;br /&gt;Together we have found that routines are important in our family. We need the routines so we can create space for ourselves. We are still so in love. Gary is fully engaged in his father role. Even after working all day at our family-owned landscaping business Gary comes home and immediately engages in one on one time with the children. He takes the children on outings and to their various after school lessons in the community.&lt;br /&gt;more from Bobbi’s blog:&lt;br /&gt;Six years ago today, I never would have guessed that we would have the ups and downs;&lt;br /&gt;the good, the bad, and the ugly.&lt;br /&gt;We are still in love, (some days more than others) but, in six years as a couple,&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that our relationship could have been tested more.&lt;br /&gt;We have become so strong for our kids and because of our kids.&lt;br /&gt;Six years ago today, I would have never guessed that my life partner, best friend, husband, and father of my children would help to create with me such wonderful children; our family.&lt;br /&gt;Six years ago today, I married my best friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-2750788278250529342?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/2750788278250529342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/02/featured-in-bcfhrc-newsletter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/2750788278250529342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/2750788278250529342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/02/featured-in-bcfhrc-newsletter.html' title='Featured in the BCFHRC newsletter'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-2526450855037687857</id><published>2011-01-27T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T08:07:32.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chew, Chew, Chew</title><content type='html'>It's strange. It feels like overnight, we don't talk about feeding anymore. Kristen has really become a true eater. It has only taken a full 5 years...lol! She asks for salad, she eats sandwiches, she won't touch beef with a ten foot pole...lol! I've tried tricking her when I give her the burger into thinking it is just bun and cheese, her favorite, but she smells it! She pretty much smells everything first. But that's ok. Last week it was a granola bar! She chews gum!!! REALLY, gum!!!??? Amazing. She can pack back a half a box of KD in one sitting. And does she eat! Where does it go?! She's still only on the 3% for weight, and 8% for height. But at least she's on the chart! She was under to about the -10% for the longest time. But she has now maintained for the last 2 years on this nice curve. Like everything with her, she did it in her own time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just go back in my head remembering all of the challenges that we had. Man, I guess I just didn't realize how tough it was. Getting her to eat with a spoon. Drinking from a straw. Using a fork. Heck, just self feeding period! And the smallest of small baby steps that it has taken to get here. She used to gag on EVERYTHING! Now it's the opposite...lol! She actually overstuffs her mouth, not good either, but she's not leaving it there to be pocketed like before, she's actually swallowing it. The tricks that we have used with her! And she's now just flying high. I don't even have to make seperate meals for her. It used to be such a challenge some times wondering, what do I feed her tonite?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-2526450855037687857?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/2526450855037687857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/01/chew-chew-chew.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/2526450855037687857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/2526450855037687857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/01/chew-chew-chew.html' title='Chew, Chew, Chew'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-181280219227573532</id><published>2011-01-23T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T18:39:23.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where things are at right now</title><content type='html'>Kenny has seen the neurosurgeon. He doesn't need to see him for another 6-9 months...of course unless i notice anything. He has officially been off of his vigabatrin now for a full week!!! So far so good! He's still not really gross motorly moving, but he's getting stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe is now sight reading words! WOW! that's been a long time coming for him. He is also staring spelling tests where he is expected to just write the first sound he hears. Well at home we practice the whole word. He's doing well with that too now! He lost his first tooth careof the dentist on Thursday. it had been deaf for awhile, and got absessed so out it came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen is now replacing her coil on her head for her implant! WOW. She is trying so hard to communicate with other's. She doesn't scream when at skating lessons anymore, and actually loves it! She doesn't scream at swimming lessons anymore and actually loves it! lmao! She is also chewing all of her food pretty much now! Feeding issues....well sometimes i think not! She even chews gum now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney is just our little turd! lol. She is so bright and challenges us all the time. She's so independant and doesn't realize that she's not even quite 3 yet!! And the language that she uses is so complex! Amazing to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People ask how we do it. I have never used the word can't...thought it in my head, but never used anything as an excuse! Exposure exposure exposure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treat my kids 'normal' whatever that may be. I am also never wanting people to think that there situation is nothing compared to what I deal with daily. What people experience in their homes is different that what I do, and it is ok for anyone to feel frustration at any time. I am not hear to inspire, or over shadow, or make you look bad. I'm here to be my kids mommy, and be the best mommy I can be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-181280219227573532?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/181280219227573532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/01/where-things-are-at-right-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/181280219227573532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/181280219227573532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/01/where-things-are-at-right-now.html' title='Where things are at right now'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-2363917876430049978</id><published>2011-01-23T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T18:32:01.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A run down of our weekly AVERAGE schedule</title><content type='html'>I've been asked by a couple of people why I haven't blogged lately...or where are my posts...lol...well I thought that I'd bring you into an average daily, weekly schedule. Hold on tight cause it's quite the ride...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's&lt;br /&gt;6am-wake up&lt;br /&gt;8:20am-get everyone out the door to take Joe to school&lt;br /&gt;8:50am-load up the van to drop Courtney off at pre-school for 9am&lt;br /&gt;9am-drive Kristen to the BC family hearing resource center for her PALS program (a preschool like program for the deaf and hard of hearing)for 9:30am&lt;br /&gt;(recently I've had my Behavioural interventionist picking up Courtney and Kristen to take them where they need to go so that I can go back to the school with Kenny to help with the reading program at Joe's class.)&lt;br /&gt;11:30am Pick up Courtney from school.&lt;br /&gt;1pm Kristen arrives home&lt;br /&gt;2:20pm go to pick up Joe from school&lt;br /&gt;4:30pm take Joe and Kristen to Skating lessons for 5pm&lt;br /&gt;6:30pm get ready to go to Rally with my Tupperware ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take note that in between the actual drop-off/pick-up times there are feeds for Kenny, and the fact that he may not let me put him down, and of course all of the 'normal' daily things that need to happen around the house ie. dishes, or phoneing to do follow-up appointments for ONE of the kids...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;6am wake up&lt;br /&gt;8:20am take Joe to school&lt;br /&gt;9am take Kristen to PALS&lt;br /&gt;10am take Kenny with Courtney to Physio, and physio swim&lt;br /&gt;Kristen is dropped off right from PALS to preschool at 12:30 by her BI (thank goodness for her!!! She is my heaven sent of sanity!)&lt;br /&gt;2:20pm pick up joe for school&lt;br /&gt;2:50pm go to pick Kristen up from Pre-school&lt;br /&gt;3pm alternating Tuesday's Kristen has speech therapy&lt;br /&gt;once a month I do the PAC meetings, (PTA for my American friends :)) at 7pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;6am wake up&lt;br /&gt;8:20 drop Joe off at school&lt;br /&gt;9am drop Courtney off at preschool&lt;br /&gt;9:30 Kristen to PALS&lt;br /&gt;10am sometimes IDP comes in once a month, or I may use this time to observe Kristen in the classroom for a bit, or visit and connect with other parents.&lt;br /&gt;11:30am pick up Courtney from preschool&lt;br /&gt;1pm Kristen is home&lt;br /&gt;2:20 pick up Joe&lt;br /&gt;4:30pm skating for the older two, all three of the oldest one's in another week!&lt;br /&gt;7pm PEER group once a month. A group that is there to support parents for children going into Kindergarden for the deaf and hard of hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;6am wake up&lt;br /&gt;8:20 drop off Joe &lt;br /&gt;12:30 take Kristen to preschool&lt;br /&gt;2:20 pick up Joe&lt;br /&gt;3pm Pick up Kristen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of a quieter day, sometimes there may be a morning appointment with OT, or pediatrition or specialists at children's etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;6am wake up&lt;br /&gt;8:20 joe to school&lt;br /&gt;9am Kristen to preschool&lt;br /&gt;11:30 pick up Kristen&lt;br /&gt;meet at McD's or someones house for a weekly play date for the girls.&lt;br /&gt;2:20 pick up Joe, and once in a while a friend from school will come to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;7am wake up&lt;br /&gt;9am swimming lessons for the older three&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the day will depend on visiting with family or birthday parties or me doing a Tupperware party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Just depends on the weekend, sometimes can be just as busy...lately it has been!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONe day it will slow down right?!! IT has too! lol! I do it all in the name of love for my kids! And because of it, they are doing soooo well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-2363917876430049978?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/2363917876430049978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/01/run-down-of-our-weekly-average-schedule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/2363917876430049978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/2363917876430049978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2011/01/run-down-of-our-weekly-average-schedule.html' title='A run down of our weekly AVERAGE schedule'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-3135241133307228479</id><published>2010-12-17T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T12:13:07.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow-up with the Neurosurgeon</title><content type='html'>Kenny saw the Neurosurgeon yesterday. He said that in reality there is actually more fluid on his brain than before, but it's obviously moving with the ETV proceedure that they did. But there may be more fluid too, because with such significant injury to the brain, it doesn't grow as a typical brain would. So his head growth has slowed...thank goodness. It's like a puppy growing into it's paws...Kenny is growing into his head! LOL! He had his RSV shot today. You know it's bad, when you go to Surrey Memorial, and the nurses remember you from when you brought a kid in 3 years ago for RSV shots!!! So we go back in 3 weeks, and then every 4 until the end of flu season! We are slowly getting ready for Christmas! I'm so ready for the break from appointments! If I were to write down an average week out for people, I think it'd make their head spin! LOL. Maybe I will in the new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-3135241133307228479?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/3135241133307228479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/12/follow-up-with-neurosurgeon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/3135241133307228479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/3135241133307228479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/12/follow-up-with-neurosurgeon.html' title='Follow-up with the Neurosurgeon'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-6061293872193371628</id><published>2010-12-10T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T11:03:55.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting informations!</title><content type='html'>I got a call from Bio-Chemical disease control for Kenny on Tuesday. They are now asking for blood work from Gary and I. If you look at the requistion, it shows that they are looking at 1p31.1, I assume a specific gene. What this means, I don't know. This waiting game sure makes me sit on egg shells. I didn't really care what or if they found anything when we began this with them. But now that there may be some sort of answer the curiosity is just killing me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen has been registered for Kindergarden!! WOW! My little CHERUB sure has come a long way! We also had mapping for her CI on Wednesday, so I was able to ask about how to go about and when to use the FM system with her. I do want it for her hearing aid side, but I'm not wanting to use it with her CI side. I was always under the impression that because it is a different was of listening, (different than hearing aid) that we need to allow her to hear as natural as possible. I did try the FM system and had found that it just confused her. Really, when she wears her CI, it's like she's hearing like you and I. Her brain has worked out the important information and knows what to listen for, well with voices anyways. I can be in a gym, and she can hear me call for her from half way across! So I wanted to see if she would be fine without the FM in school first, before we try it out. Well her audiologist stated that they have done more research on CI's with FM systems. Unless Kristen can tell me if there is interference then no. It also takes away alot of the background noise when it's on as well. They can't say how many decibles, but in a Kindergarden setting, she may miss out on peers conversations. They are also finding that the FM with the CI would be more useful in lecture type settings. Where it's all about information and direct note taking learning. I am pleased with these answers as this is how we use the implant anyways, like an aid, but like she's hearing when it is on. Don't get me wrong, I do know she's deaf, and with out it she can't hear a thing. So it is an aid, just not like a hearing aid. the hearing aid will have an FM coupled with it. And if we need the equipment the school is responsible for getting it for us. But until it's needed, it's best to allow them to hear like any other hearing child, just with an implant. And her brain has worked out what's important and what's not, so we're home free! Now to work on getting that darn bi-lateral!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-6061293872193371628?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/6061293872193371628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/12/interesting-informations.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6061293872193371628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6061293872193371628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/12/interesting-informations.html' title='Interesting informations!'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-4010608626384362983</id><published>2010-11-26T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T17:24:43.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's strange</title><content type='html'>It's weird. I used to follow all of the CDH blogs and cry when babies earned their wings. I would click and find new families to follow and pray for. But since Kenny's been born, it seems like I feel like my time is just spent elsewhere. I don't like that though. I don't even find myself having time to check the blogs that I follow. I also am a part of so many different 'cliques' of families now. My world wide web of friends on FB seems to be from so many different walks of life now. We are a home with so many different acronyms that sometimes I don't even know what i mean anymore. I have nurses asking me what my education is!! Well it's grade 12. And the rest is self taught because of my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it interesting. There is a family that I met at Mingle and Play at the hearing center this summer. Their daughter has hearing loss as well. So we are 'friends' on FB. I had met another family just before Christmas last year on FB. Their son has PVL. That is how I found out that Kenny was probably having infantile spasams...thanks to their video that they posted of their son. Then there is another family that I met on FB and their child has CDH and hearing loss. And because of all of these issues I have them as friends on FB. WELL they all live in Prince George and know eachother as well. I just feel like small world! And really, I am a part of too many communities!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-4010608626384362983?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/4010608626384362983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-strange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/4010608626384362983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/4010608626384362983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-strange.html' title='It&apos;s strange'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-7314741362148343163</id><published>2010-11-20T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T12:55:53.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor ol' St. Nick</title><content type='html'>So I took the kids to get their annual Santa pic done...oh poor Santa. Oh well this is what it is...and we love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TOgyh-OYc8I/AAAAAAAAAPc/6GKKpdvJxNU/s1600/Christmas%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TOgyh-OYc8I/AAAAAAAAAPc/6GKKpdvJxNU/s400/Christmas%2B2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541734900699788226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids an update...since I'm so awful at updating lately. Busy busy busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe: He is finally recogizing his sight words. It's been a long time coming. Because of his ASD it's been hard for him to get the 'academics' side of things. But socially he does great. So we work at it a day at a time. And he is soooo proud of himself for knowing how to read now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen: Kristen was seen by the visual impairment clinic a week ago. Her vision is at 20/50. Not quite high enough for a visual impairment clasification. She has also been eating. And not just eating!! But eating everything. When you have fought with a kid with feeding issues to see them eat salad, peanut M&amp;M's, cashew's, subway, pizza....well everything. It is so amazing. The kid can pack back a whole can of ravioli to herself. She's still quite little though, but catching up. She is also telling us when she has to poo! And that's amazing. We've gone 8 mths with the kid letting it go in her panties! Geeze! But we're there. I watch her now, and I don't even recognize my own child. I sometimes wonder when I'll forget who she was, and who she has become now. Is it normal for CDH to scar us like this? I hope that I can move forward and forget the what's and really enjoy the now's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney: She is loving pre-school! She tells me everytime when she goes what she had for snack. I ask everytime, "what did you do today?" And everytime I get the snack run down!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: He saw visual impairment as well. His vision has gone from 20/2000 all the way to 20/360!! He said it's because partially the infanitile spasams are under control. We are still on the four month ween down process.  The reason that we do not want to stay on the med's too long is that they can cause retinal damage. I was told that most seizure med's have a side effect that can cause vision problems. So as long as he does well we're clear for now. And hopefully they don't change to another type of seizure. We are also still seeing Bio-chemical Disease control. They are still investigating whether or not there is something metabolic/genitic going on with Kenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hopeing to have the pediatrition send us all for genetic counselling. I think that there has got to be some reason that we have been so lucky to become a part of so many cliques in the world of 'special'. It doesn't change anything, but it may be nice for the kids to know for when they are older. What they do with the information can be up to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-7314741362148343163?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/7314741362148343163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/11/poor-ol-st-nick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/7314741362148343163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/7314741362148343163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/11/poor-ol-st-nick.html' title='Poor ol&apos; St. Nick'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TOgyh-OYc8I/AAAAAAAAAPc/6GKKpdvJxNU/s72-c/Christmas%2B2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-2417081441233345858</id><published>2010-10-28T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:05:21.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>So we have a couple of updates...&lt;br /&gt;we are officially on a weaning process with the Vigabatrin. I must say I'm a little bit nervous about it, but we have to do it at some point right??!! So it will take a total of 4 months to take him down off of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw the visual impairment doc today...and Kenny's vision went came from 20/2000 all the way to 20/360! Such an improvement. Well it's because the infantile spasams are undercontrol. He did let me know a few other things though. That if Kenny does have a metabolic disorder that later in life that could effect his vision again...oh well, and predict or control the future at this point. Just something for me to keep in mind. My kids are all doing so well right now! So well that they are ganging up on me and driving me crazy some days...lol!  I think it's cause winter is coming and they really can't do too much outside play and that suck's. Oh well, we will survive...and they will find new and interesting ways to drive me nuts...but that's normal right...lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-2417081441233345858?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/2417081441233345858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/10/updates.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/2417081441233345858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/2417081441233345858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/10/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-8744388750237233883</id><published>2010-10-21T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T19:29:19.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not sure how to keep up!</title><content type='html'>It's been so crazy busy nuts around here. So hopefully i can do a quick catch up. I got some new AFO's being made for Kenny. his last one's his feet just pushed out of them. I chose a nice green camo for him! Must be stylish. He's turned into such a happy kid. So weird because he was a screamer for so long. His hearing test has come back completely normal. So no hearing loss. We have met with Bio-Chemical disease control. The tests that they have done thus far haven't told us much, just what it isn't. So now more blood work. They are convinced that it's something metabolic. It's just ruling it down to what it is. So the PVL may not have been caused by the tramatic birthing process. Oh well, doesn't change the damage done, but if we find out what it is it will prevent more from happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen is talking! and talking and talking! Wow the kid is actually communicating, and signing. if i am busy and she's talking to me, she will actually sign it! so cute! I just can't believe that in a matter of 4 months she will be FIVE!!! Are you kidding me! FIVE! oh dear. how quickly they grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney is LOVING pre-school! she is so cute, she says "we go to Perrin's??!! yeah!!??" the teacher's name is Mrs. Perrin...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe is doing his Joe thing at school. We are still working on basic's with him. he's having trouble recognizing his letter's...still! It's frustrating for me to watch and sad at the same time. but he tries so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, well i am going to need a break soon. I don't know how i'll be able to keep up this hectic schedule that i'm doing right now. but winter break will be here soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-8744388750237233883?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/8744388750237233883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-sure-how-to-keep-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/8744388750237233883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/8744388750237233883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-sure-how-to-keep-up.html' title='Not sure how to keep up!'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-4239990386956599592</id><published>2010-09-26T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:36:26.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We did go home after two nights</title><content type='html'>I am so bad once I get home to remember to update my blog. We got discharged on Tues. So only two nights in the hospital. Kenny is doing well now. We had a follow-up appointment with Neurosurgery on Thurs. Everything looks good so far. they said that they'll do a repeat MRI in three months time. But for now, he's looking good. we have a follow-up with the pediatrition tomorrow. I'm going to ask for asthma testing. I don't believe that it was just broncitis with a cold. The way that he was breathing and wheezing took me back to the day's that my dad had some bad attacks. Even if they can give me some puffer's so that I can 'rescue' him before it gets bad...that would be very helpful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-4239990386956599592?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/4239990386956599592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-did-go-home-after-two-nights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/4239990386956599592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/4239990386956599592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-did-go-home-after-two-nights.html' title='We did go home after two nights'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-5207695642900277785</id><published>2010-09-21T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T10:46:20.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shamus Aiden Grant</title><content type='html'>My best friend delivered on Saturday morning. Shamus Aiden Grant was born sleeping on Sept. 18, 2010. He was helded by his mommy and daddy 18 weeks too early. The love him was and is unconditional. These parents have had such a heart break, but such a beautiful birthing experience with the Dr's, Nurses, and Chaplain's support at the hospital. We all continue to pray and surround them with love and support as we can. I have posted with permisson a video montougue that Shamus' Grandpa put together. It is truley beautiful, and it is something that will be with all of us forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CkrEduaMwJ0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unfortunatly don't know how to directly put up video's on the blog yet, but here's the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the reasoning? Why do things like this happen? Why does the pain have to be there? Why do we need to be put through such heart break? Why are lives cut so sort before they begin? Is it Ok to be angry at God? If not who do we get angry with? Is this just a test to get us to look for our anwers? If so, this test suck's sh!t! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish with all of my heart that there will be healing and softening of everyone's hearts involved. I know that the pain will never go away, and it will just be more of a day to day coping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone in the blogger world that finds my life interesting enough to follow for all of your thoughts, prayers, and comments. I know how much they mean to me, and can only imagine how much they mean to the family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-5207695642900277785?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/5207695642900277785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/09/shamus-aiden-grant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/5207695642900277785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/5207695642900277785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/09/shamus-aiden-grant.html' title='Shamus Aiden Grant'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-8297072739211175965</id><published>2010-09-20T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T12:54:08.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've been admitted</title><content type='html'>We came home early from Timberline Ranch on Sunday morning, Kenny was breathing very quickly and wheezing. So off to the walk-in clinic I go. As soon as the dr came in, I just said please don't send me to the ER. Cause I knew. So off to the ER we went. His stats were 85%!! Good thing I came in. So really, we bypassed everyone in the ER waiting area. I got to the bed, and there were three people on him. the RT gave him a dose of ventilin, and he immediatly got better. But his stats without O2 were still too low. So here we are spending the nite in the hospital. They started him off with 3 L's of O2. Then before bed he went to 1.5 L's. Now at 1pm on Monday he has been off of all O2 for an hour and a half. He doesn't have pnemonia, and he doesn't have RSV or influenza. So it's just him being sick and we go from there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-8297072739211175965?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/8297072739211175965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/09/weve-been-admitted.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/8297072739211175965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/8297072739211175965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/09/weve-been-admitted.html' title='We&apos;ve been admitted'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-183417333543476236</id><published>2010-09-19T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T09:16:32.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because we love you.</title><content type='html'>The family has asked me to post this for them. In respect for them please let's just give them space in their grieving and just continue to pray for their healing and strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please no questions at this point in time. My heart is broken beyond repair right now. Our twin baby boys have earned their angel wings and the only comfort I have is that I could hold them as they went peacefully away. I will love them both until my dieing day...come what may."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so broken for them. I just really don't know what to do or say. I just wish beyond anything that I could take the pain away. Please continue to pray for thier family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-183417333543476236?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/183417333543476236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-because-we-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/183417333543476236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/183417333543476236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-because-we-love-you.html' title='Just because we love you.'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-7403902764302409439</id><published>2010-09-16T19:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T19:03:32.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A devastating decision.</title><content type='html'>I don't even know what to write. I feel so bad for my friend and her husband. I just ask for prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-7403902764302409439?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/7403902764302409439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/09/devastating-decision.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/7403902764302409439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/7403902764302409439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/09/devastating-decision.html' title='A devastating decision.'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-6527210366207232007</id><published>2010-09-14T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T20:52:51.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please continue to pray</title><content type='html'>Please continue to pray for my friends strength. The news from the hospital was still not good. The babies would not survive birth. They have to make a heart wrenching decision. I just ask for all prayers to embrace them with love and strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very hard for me. I don't want her to hurt, and just wish I could take it away from her and her husband. I wish that in times like this I could say that everything happens for a reason. Because in times like this I don't truely believe it. I get very angry and frustrated. I just hope that their pain doesn't last long. I know that's not going to happen, but I do have that hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-6527210366207232007?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/6527210366207232007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/09/please-continue-to-pray.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6527210366207232007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6527210366207232007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/09/please-continue-to-pray.html' title='Please continue to pray'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-8064212844183987685</id><published>2010-09-13T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T13:22:28.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please just pray</title><content type='html'>My friend has not gotten good news from the Dr's about her situation. She doesn't want to talk to anyone right now. I'd just like to ask for prayers. My heart aches for them, and I wish that I could put a box around them to protect them from all of this hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-8064212844183987685?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/8064212844183987685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/09/please-just-pray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/8064212844183987685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/8064212844183987685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/09/please-just-pray.html' title='Please just pray'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-6922755534851352816</id><published>2010-09-11T15:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T21:09:01.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things are just SO unfair!</title><content type='html'>I had my best friend over today. She is 20 weeks pregnant. I have known her for the last 10 years, we worked together when she was in high school (that's how we met), we had a baby 5 months apart, I was in her wedding party (along with all of my kids...imagine that...lol), and now going through this second pregnancy with her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had an ultrasound last weekend for gender determination. I joined her for that for our girls weekend away. We found out the gender together. Daddy doesn't want to know, so I won't divolge the information. The tech asked her if she could be off on her dates. She hadn't had a diagnostic U/S yet. The tech also said that she had lots of fluid. We as CDH parents know that when there is extra fluid that there is a chance that there can be something wrong. We went upon our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday she went for her diagnostic U/S. She said that it took forever because baby wouldn't sit still. They got their pictures, and went home on their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she is visiting and gets a phone call from the dr's office. They need to see her immediatly! My heart sank! I think that he's did too. She's been there throughout all four of my pregnancies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Gary that I was going with her. He said fine! Even with leaving him with five kids under six! He handled it amazingly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked in. And sat. and sat. and sat....cause we all know Dr's office's. The Dr came in and said..."it's not good news". My heart dropped. I myself have heard those words, and know exactly how she's feeling. The baby is actually twins...conjoined...at the chest...one heart....not looking like a healthy heart. But really, this is a smaller hospital with older equipment. She is being refered to Women's hospital immediatly for a level two U/S. The dr also said that he feels that she needs to be prepared to make a decision. And the impression that I get is that it is of that to terminate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooo angry!! How can this be happening to my best friend! She and no one should have to EVER be told to make a decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really hope that I will know how to support this family through this in a positive way. I just pray that Women's will be able to give her HOPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update as she gets news. Please pray for her, her husband, her 2 year old little boy, and her unborn babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-6922755534851352816?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/6922755534851352816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/09/some-things-are-just-so-unfair.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6922755534851352816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6922755534851352816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/09/some-things-are-just-so-unfair.html' title='Some things are just SO unfair!'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-3375281482913935835</id><published>2010-09-07T20:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T20:34:32.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>Joe's first day of Grade 1!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I just remember holding this little being in my arms being amazed at the miracle of life, and knowing that I incubated this little boy. Well this little boy is now 6 years old, and over 50 lbs! That's huge from the tiny 5 lbs 11oz at birth! If there was only a way that they could know how much we loved them then, and how much more we love them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen's first day of her second year of Pre-school!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked in there like she owned the place! Well she's only been going in there for the last 4 years! (to drop Joe off before he started school). It was no big deal to her. But to look back at the memory of her lying so helpless when she was born. And to see a machine breathing for her, knowing that the machine wasn't enough to help her body. Her lungs just needed a break! And to see her on ECMO. To have the phone call, "there is shadowing in her brain" and not knowing if they had to take her off immediatley or not. They didn't it was an old injury, probably from birth, but who really knows. To watch her FINALLY breathe on her own at 2 mths old, to take her home at 3 months old...well it was my birthday really! And now to try and slow her down today! She will never know what a miracle she is to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney, waiting for her first day of school....well it's next year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney is sooooo excited for school, she just doesn't really realize that she doesn't go this year yet! Poor kid. She was my biggest little one of all at 7 lbs 4 oz! The only baby that we got to hold right away before they took her to the Special Care Nursery. What a joy that was for us...so...normal! Whatever that is. Now to try and get the kid to stop asking to 'eat'!!! lol!! You'd think that I never fed her the way that she always want to snack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny, well, he just went with the flow today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a tiny little guy only just over a year ago. Little did we realize what the last year would have brought to us with him! He's finally starting to be able to just be a baby...maybe a year too late, but better to be late than never! He just looks up at you with these BIG blue eyes, just filled with love. Knowing how much we love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do when they graduate!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-3375281482913935835?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/3375281482913935835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-to-school.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/3375281482913935835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/3375281482913935835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-6239581404016330856</id><published>2010-09-03T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T10:54:48.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimba!</title><content type='html'>Kenny has his new stroller! It's a Kimba stroller with great support for his head and trunk! It's such a smooth ride too! I love strollers. This one though, you can't miss that he is a special needs kid. That suck's, but in reality, it's the truth. And I can now apply for prime parking! Yep, I applied for handicap parking. That will make things easier. I usually park a mile away so people don't park next to me. It's too hard to get all the kids in when people park 3 inches from my doors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with handicap parking came the discussion of wheel chair accessable vehicle. A regular minivan with the adjustments won't work for our family. We are a family of SIX! So what does that leave me??!! Well as far as I can figure...a Dodge Sprinter. Yee Haw!!! I could pack that thing full....lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-6239581404016330856?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/6239581404016330856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/09/kimba.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6239581404016330856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6239581404016330856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/09/kimba.html' title='Kimba!'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-6176299270991379396</id><published>2010-09-03T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T10:50:15.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GERD!! Really!</title><content type='html'>I took all three older kids to the dentist this week. Kristen has the most awful looking teeth. And she's such a smiley child too! They are crooked and yellowed. Apparently from med's and stuff from her first couple of months in the ICU. I have been given heck for not brushing properly, not doing it enough, well and it goes on. I know that the dentist does my other kids too, so wouldn't you see from the other two that I DO brush the teeth?! Anyways, I took her in this week. I knew that we were doing a bunch of 'scaling' and we would be strapping her down to a backboard to keep her still. And to be safer to everyone involved. So we strap her down. We do the scaling, she does the screaming!And does she ever SCREAM!! Of course, she hates Dr's! Well afterwards the dentist looks at me and askes "reflux, GERD??" And I said yes for the first two years of her life she was on meds for it...common for CDH kids! Well the acid has eatten all of the enamal off of her teeth! I'm so confused as to how it takes 3 years for the dentist to come to this conclusion! She's seen Kristen from 18 mths old, when I noticed the discoloured teeth coming in! She is going to refer us to a specialist to get caps put on some of her teeth! Poor kid! And then we get home, and I look at her hands, and well because she fought the restraints so bad, she has rubbed the skin off of her knuckles and hands! Geeze what to do next time??!! Gloves?? Long sleeved shirt??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-6176299270991379396?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/6176299270991379396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/09/gerd-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6176299270991379396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6176299270991379396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/09/gerd-really.html' title='GERD!! Really!'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-750402239017769050</id><published>2010-08-28T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T14:50:42.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Joe rides on!</title><content type='html'>Joe did it! he rode his two wheeler! Well it wasn't exactly willingly...lmao! He screamed the whole entire time! It was so cute, but funny as heck as well! He was just way to afraid to fall, so he just had to balance...lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time maybe he won't be so afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the kids are doing good. I have gotten back from my 12 days of camping excersion. It was great to go away, and not have to be house bound in the heat. The pool was wonderful, and the kids loved it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I had been more on the ball with remembering to take photo's though. i'm terrible lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny turned one! We are going to do a small party for him in Sept. when everything settles down. he is just growing up so quickly. He's finally starting to gain weight appropriately. And his development is still at just over a 3 mth old. I will be able to spend a lot of one to one with him come the middle of Sept. when Kristen starts her PALS program at the BC Family Hearing Center. Courtney has been given permission to attend too. She'll be a great model for speech and language for all of the other kids. And let me tell you...she talks, and talks, and talks some more! And Joe too....he's a running comentary of everything! And people think that I talk alot...lol! It will be good for Courtney to go though. She doesn't start pre-school until the next year, but because she has been around so much therapy for the other's she's sooooo ready...and so am I!!! lol! We are about a week and a half til school starts. I will be back to PAC (PTA equivalant for my US friends), and hopefully I can drum up some more business for my Tupperware venture! I'm loving selling that too now! hmmmm, is there anything else that I can add to my to do list??!! Maybe slow down...maybe when I retire...maybe not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-750402239017769050?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/750402239017769050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-joe-rides-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/750402239017769050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/750402239017769050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-joe-rides-on.html' title='So Joe rides on!'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-6996150609931041953</id><published>2010-08-17T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T20:05:40.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping, Camping and more Camping</title><content type='html'>Well, Kenny has been doing amazing! He is a different child. He no longer screams all of the time. I can even drive and he's just looking around. Not closing his eyes and screaming! I would have to say at this point that the surgery is a success. We'll see what the neurosurgeon says when we have a follow up though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So camping. Well we have been really taking advantage of the tent trailer! We went to Chilliwack lake to a friends cabin for 4 days, while we were away had our interior painted of the house. Came home for 3 days, and I took the kids to Ferndale! For a week! I've had a couple of friends come down with their kids and stay with me for a couple of days. So that has been nice. They wanted to do the cross border shopping! Well so do I...lol! So shopping, and swimming, and shopping and swimming! Gary is at home doing things around the house, so yes, I took 4 kids by myself camping! Believe it or not, it's not all that bad! They have been having such a good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we go home, and leave the next day for 3 more days of camping! Bridal Falls is having Halloween in August! So the kids get to go trick-or-treating! Gonna be so much fun! But really, I think after this, I may need to just sleep for a week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-6996150609931041953?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/6996150609931041953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/08/camping-camping-and-more-camping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6996150609931041953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6996150609931041953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/08/camping-camping-and-more-camping.html' title='Camping, Camping and more Camping'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-6034916393479021778</id><published>2010-07-29T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T14:57:43.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The summer is half way through!</title><content type='html'>We have been keeping ourselves soooo busy! Kenny has now healed from his surgery although he sprung a leak last week. He's been 'dry' now for a full week. I have noticed such a difference with his behaviour now that the pressure is down. I just hope and pray that it stays this way. The older three...well they keep me on my toes...lol. We have been doing lots of camping, and chillin' in the house with the A/C going! All of this through our appintments as well. I'm starting to want the regular routine of school back now, but I know it will come way too quickly. so I do enjoy the lack of structure right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been selling my Tupperware, and really enjoying that right now as well too! It's my ladies night out, and adult time. We are getting ready for a garage sale this weekend. We're going through everything, so that we can have the majority of the inside of the house painted on our next camping trip. It's like moving!! LOL...but a good opportunity to re-vamp our needs/and don't needs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-6034916393479021778?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/6034916393479021778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-is-half-way-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6034916393479021778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6034916393479021778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-is-half-way-through.html' title='The summer is half way through!'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-3837765521497207289</id><published>2010-07-16T16:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T16:19:26.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't believe the change</title><content type='html'>I really can't believe the change that Kenny has gone through since his surgery a week ago. After 3 day's he was back to being able to hold his head up the way that he was before. It's never been in full control, but hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also had a follow-up EEG on Tues. It showed the seizure tendancies still, but undercontrol. Thank goodness! First time that I've been to Children's with him, and left with Ok news! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now to wait and see that he continue's on the track that he is on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-3837765521497207289?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/3837765521497207289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/07/cant-believe-change.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/3837765521497207289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/3837765521497207289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/07/cant-believe-change.html' title='Can&apos;t believe the change'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-8583716925568759554</id><published>2010-07-11T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T14:28:47.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery finished</title><content type='html'>Hopefully this will be the only intervention that we will have to do for Kenny with his hydrocephalus. They did perform the ETV proceedure on Friday afternoon. He went through the surgery just fine. Recovery was just fine. The leak that he sprung...not so cool. I noticed once we were on the ward in our room that there was fluid seeping out of his wound. They said that it was the spray anteseptic that they put on. I wasn't convinced. I mentioned it to the nurse, do they see this often. Yes they see it sometimes. Ok, sure. So I put him to sleep, and two hours later, I woke him up to feed him. Well his whole head had a puddle under it. I buzzed the nurse, turns out my buzzer was broken, but she happened to be right there. And I said I think that he's sprung a leak. Needless to say, 2 hours later he was back in the OR, just because of the lights and sterile environment, and they re-stitched his incision. If it didn't stop leaking, we would be left no choice but a shunt. Now that was risky because they found a new bleed in the front of his brain, and they can't shunt safely with those condtions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back he came to the room. No leaks. The next morning, oh geeze, I noticed a bit of wet on his bandaid. Small leak. More observations. It did stop and they did let us go at about 1:30pm. So now, today, being Sunday, two days after surgery. He is so much more awake, so much happier, he's moving more, he's happy in his carseat!!! now we just pray that this works and the fluid will no longer be an issue. Of course I'm paranoid of infection, and more leakage, and just him being ok. But I guess that will stop when, well I will never stop worrying for any of my kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-8583716925568759554?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/8583716925568759554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/07/surgery-finished.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/8583716925568759554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/8583716925568759554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/07/surgery-finished.html' title='Surgery finished'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-8892025643143037938</id><published>2010-07-07T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:15:27.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do they do?</title><content type='html'>The Neurosurgeon is stumped. He said that he's not too sure what to do. So we hoe'd and hummed over do we shunt, do we wait, do we ETV, do we VP shunt. There is a new found issue now though. There is a small hemorage at the front of his brain. Now if we shunt, this could potentially make is worse. Is the bleed from the higher pressures. Probably. Oh dear, just what to do for this poor child. It was decided that we do need to interveen. So we will try the ETV and see what happens. So then he proceeds to tell me to come in on Friday. Ok no problem. Then he says, go to the ER and tell them that you need to see me! I'm like Ok, i can look like a weirdo. But I guess it's the only way to have an OR ready and available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday we go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-8892025643143037938?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/8892025643143037938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-do-they-do.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/8892025643143037938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/8892025643143037938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-do-they-do.html' title='What do they do?'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-8552061064739274680</id><published>2010-06-20T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T07:58:54.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME TO HOLLAND</title><content type='html'>by&lt;br /&gt;Emily Perl Kingsley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved &lt;br /&gt;I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......&lt;br /&gt;When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."&lt;br /&gt;"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."&lt;br /&gt;But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay. &lt;br /&gt;The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.&lt;br /&gt;So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.&lt;br /&gt;But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned." &lt;br /&gt;And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.&lt;br /&gt;But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-8552061064739274680?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/8552061064739274680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/06/welcome-to-holland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/8552061064739274680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/8552061064739274680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/06/welcome-to-holland.html' title='WELCOME TO HOLLAND'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-7157911045341100000</id><published>2010-06-18T19:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T19:19:24.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animalinyou.com</title><content type='html'>I had to laugh at how true this is...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hippopotamus personalities are easy to identify. Of impressive physical bulk, they invariably attempt to disguise their size and ponderous movements. Wallowing in loose-fitting clothes or large tent dresses, their uncomfortable dimensions are the result of a compulsive eating habit. This massive bulk triggers an overwhelming hunger, and a hippo's life is centered around food and its preparation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most hippos never really accept themselves for who they are. Traditionally viewed as jolly fat people, they have tried every diet on the market. The hippo's heart is a cauldron of powerfully conflicting feelings and the average hippo loves to wallow in this emotional stew. It's not that a hippo gets angry more often than others, it's just that its emotion tends to be magnified to an outrageous degree. In fact, the wild variety of hippo kills more people than any other predator in Africa, including the malevolent crocodile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hippos carry around a great deal of unrequited anger from hurtful experiences in their youth, and although they're generally peaceful they can be aggressive when provoked. Consequently, others avoid them, further adding to their sense of alienation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite this occasionally destructive behavior, there is no bigger heart beating in the animal kingdom. Hippos are loving, warm, creatures who are concerned with the emotional well-being of everyone they know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food acts as a salve for hippos' loneliness and alienation, and with their intimate knowledge of it they are excellent chefs and food critics. Extraordinarily fond of children they often volunteer for baby-sitting duties, finding solace in the unjudgmental nature of youth. Hippos are the first to bake cookies for the local school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason the IRS hires hippo personalities in large numbers - probably because of their aggressive and intimidating demeanor when agitated. Like the elephant personality, a hippo has a wonderfully rich voice. The deep resonance produced by their bulk, together with their desire to hide from society, makes them perfect for the role of a phone receptionist, operator, or even a phone sex actor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-7157911045341100000?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/7157911045341100000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/06/animalinyoucom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/7157911045341100000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/7157911045341100000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/06/animalinyoucom.html' title='Animalinyou.com'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-7319349345577790899</id><published>2010-06-18T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T07:48:30.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The MRI is next week</title><content type='html'>We met with neonatology follow up clinic on Wednesday for Kenny. They pretty much follow his development along the way and get you connected to anyone you may need to be connected to for support. We have a lot of support in place for Kenny already. And for the standard's in BC, we have it early as well! Our OT and PT usually don't get the kids until they are closer to ONE!!! This is just due to wait lists! So we are lucky that Kristen has paved a smooth road of knowledge for me to know how to be really squeeky to get everything going so early. We have also visited with Bio-chemical Disease Control a few weeks back. They have done blood work, and are checking for anything metabolic for him. If they don't find anything there, they will also check details of his DNA. At that appointment the DR. mentioned something about his nose. All my kids have that nose. My friend when he was born mentioned his nose and how all of the kids have the same nose. Was that forshowdowing for the here and now??!! So the dr mentioned the nose. Well on Wednesday, the neonatologist, yep she mentioned the nose too! She also said that he has different ear canals too. A couple of features that may lead her to believe that there is a storage disorder. But his liver and spleen aren't swollen too. So in checking storage disorder's, it can affect the spleen, liver, and the brain! It's the blood not able to get rid of the lipids and just storing it! So I told them that he has an MRI next week so if there is any other searching that they want to do, to do it at the same time. They were pleased to hear this. Maybe they will find something?! Who know's. &lt;br /&gt;So in checking his ear's they also found that there is still fluid behind his eardrums. So off to audiology we go. We were headed there anyways, just to follow-up with hearing. Not that I'm worried. We already deal with hearing loss here, so this is something that isn't new to us. Yep, the tymp's showed no movement of the eardrum, and off to the ENT!!! my day just kept getting longer and longer!! The ENT saw the fluid, so again I said can we put the tubes in his ears when he is under for the MRI. That seemed reasonable, as long as radiology didn't have a problem with it. So now till next week, and then to wait for phone calls and see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-7319349345577790899?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/7319349345577790899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/06/mri-is-next-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/7319349345577790899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/7319349345577790899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/06/mri-is-next-week.html' title='The MRI is next week'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-1602294239467081859</id><published>2010-06-10T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T16:43:46.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow-up visits</title><content type='html'>Kristen got to have a follow-up visit with her surgeon who did her repair surgery today. And he is so pleased that we don't need to see him for another year! He said because he CDH is right handed that the liver can sometimes really help to keep the patch and stuff in place. Now I know he mean's well, but I have heard of it still happening. But to know that we have passed the first three years without any problems, we are so lucky and blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had a follow up with Kenny's neurosurgeon, and a head ultrasound. So the verdict is in. We will be doing something about it. His ventricles in his brain are still dialating and getting bigger, so we must operate. I'm not too happy about it, but I do know that it's the best thing for my little guy. I just really wish that he could truley get a break though! So we wait for the MRI and then we go from there. My guess is that in the next month we will have the surgery done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that because of all that has happened with my kids that I have really become so hard, and cold to everything. I wanted to cry, but couldn't! I do know that it's beyond my control and I think that maybe that's why?! i don't know....but here we go again, the rollercoaster of life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-1602294239467081859?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/1602294239467081859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/06/follow-up-visits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/1602294239467081859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/1602294239467081859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/06/follow-up-visits.html' title='Follow-up visits'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-4783007206770848101</id><published>2010-06-09T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T14:33:29.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does one take it personnaly??</title><content type='html'>With the socialization of Facebook, Twitter, and Blogging and of course everything between how do we take things that people do or say. It's so hard because we have closed the size of the world to a computer screen. We are meeting people all over the world that have the same/similar issues as we do with our kids. We are there to support each other in so many ways!&lt;br /&gt;Now here's my situation. I have followed a blog for a while now...I do believe close to two years. I found this family on Facebook so that we could chat at a deeper level. This child was born with CDH just like Kristen was. I really enjoyed the correspondance that went back and forth between us! The ECMO, the coming home, the feeding issues, the growth etc. For some reason today I somehow realized that I hadn't seen any of the status updates from this person in awhile. So I searched them out. and sure enough, we are no longer 'friends'. I have no idea why, but that's fine. I understand as I like to 'prune' my friends list all of the time! I don't need 500 friends that I only keep on there to have 500 friends. Especially when I send a "how are you" message and hear nothing back. I don't have the time for that. So anyways, I went to check their blog, and for some reason they have changed that too, and now I cannot access there as well. Usually, I don't care. But I really felt a connection with this family. Now, please note, due to demographic's, I would probably NEVER actually meet them face to face. So how does one take this now in today's 'Facebook' way of socializing? I know realistically that I shouldn't be offended, but should I?&lt;br /&gt;I am happy with the contact's and friends that I have now, but should someone let me know why they are removing me??....realistically I don't tell people when I remove them from my page either...so who knows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-4783007206770848101?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/4783007206770848101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/06/does-one-take-it-personnaly.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/4783007206770848101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/4783007206770848101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/06/does-one-take-it-personnaly.html' title='Does one take it personnaly??'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-1379991679862020660</id><published>2010-06-06T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T17:31:18.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is it so hard for me to keep up on updating?</title><content type='html'>I haven't quite figured out why it's so hard for me to keep up on updating this blog anymore. There are so many times I mean to do it, but I end up getting side tracked and forgetting!!! Anyways, here's the latest...I had an appointment with Bio-chemical Disease control for Kenny. Now I have had to yet be in this portion of the hospital. so this was new to me. So they took a full history of our family, essencially like a genetic counselor. They even wanted to know about any issues that the first cousin's may have had. They did an exam of Kenny, and sent him for blood work and urine. Now what they're saying is that there 'could' be a potential for a metabolic issue with him. What does this mean? Well it could be nothing, it could be an untreatable metabolic disorder, or it could be a treatable disorder! Now I don't want to get my hopes up too high that it's the last option. We have accepted who Kenny is and don't want to have to grieve the fact of who he will be in the future again! But it was very interesting! I think that the issue was the fact that his cysts on his brain are actually symetrical. Which for a brain injury is strange. But we will wait and see...well actually we will wait quite awhile...lol...3-4 months!!! Oh well, only in the name of medicine and the fact that there could be something else wrong with him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-1379991679862020660?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/1379991679862020660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-is-it-so-hard-for-me-to-keep-up-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/1379991679862020660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/1379991679862020660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-is-it-so-hard-for-me-to-keep-up-on.html' title='Why is it so hard for me to keep up on updating?'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-690172305937668083</id><published>2010-05-27T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T18:58:37.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So naughty of me!</title><content type='html'>I am so bad at updating lately! I have to apologize! We've just been so busy around here. Things are going great for all of the kids though. Kristen is an imataion machine lately! It's so cute to see her even having so much spontanous language! She was sitting at the dinner table and we're all chatting. I look over at Kristen and she's pointing at a cup and signing red! And it was red that she was pointing to!! And then she signed and said "boo" for the blue as she pointed to that as well! I am so proud of her! She is coming so far! You tell her to say thank-you and she'll sign it! I can now say to her "I love you" and she will say "wub ooo"!!! It just melts my heart! And she is so proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny has officially cut his first tooth! I forgot what it's like to have a boy teeth! Oh my...so whiney!!! And it didn't help that we went camping last weekend and he was outta sorts there and teething! Poor kid! We also got approved for the At Home Program for him! What does this mean??!! This means that we get coverage for alot of equipment needs, feeding needs, toileting needs, therapy needs! Such a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney's new word...well she just has so many! So very neat for us to watch a 'typically' developing child! I wish we could slow her down. She's just growing up soooo quickly! I take her to a play group at the BC Family hearing center, where Kristen recieves services and she has friends that go there as well, any ways.... She can label everyone's juice cup and know's who they belong to! I just beam inside to see her thriving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe....oh my Joe! He is such a little gentleman! He's so caring and compasionate! I can't believe that he's going to be done Kindergarden soon! How can we keep them little in our arms? I look just rediculas carrying him now!...lmao! I'm 5' 2" and he's 3/4 my height now!! LOL. It just look's plain ol' silly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-690172305937668083?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/690172305937668083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-naughty-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/690172305937668083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/690172305937668083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-naughty-of-me.html' title='So naughty of me!'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-7116279092410480395</id><published>2010-05-09T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T06:45:13.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>33 years ago today, my mom gave me life. I have now turned and created four more. It is the most amazing gift in the world. i wouldn't give it up for anything. Even with the trial's and tribulations of everything that we go through. My children make it all worth while. Thank you mom. I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-7116279092410480395?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/7116279092410480395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/7116279092410480395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/7116279092410480395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-7174326245260650831</id><published>2010-04-29T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T19:03:50.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The follow-up U/S</title><content type='html'>So the neurosurgeon looked at Kenny's U/S today, and feels that it looks stable for now. So now we go back for a follow-up appointment in about 6 weeks. They told me that because of the PVL that sometimes these kids have dialated ventricles which you don't see in normal people, but that could be their norm. If I notice anything though I call and tell them, and they will see him right away! So I think that this is the first time I have actually left Children's hospital with not so bad news in regards to Kenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Kristen! WOW!! That's all I can say! She is mimicking all speech! I have waited sooooo long for that! She even know's her own name now! It's just been so exciting to see her thrive so much now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-7174326245260650831?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/7174326245260650831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/04/follow-up-us.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/7174326245260650831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/7174326245260650831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/04/follow-up-us.html' title='The follow-up U/S'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-6478023118268767560</id><published>2010-04-14T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:15:04.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just cause they're so cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/S8aEfiZSWdI/AAAAAAAAAPM/MtApwvXQ14M/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/S8aDRcqjCyI/AAAAAAAAAOE/MAaTlhAieOc/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460195934008970018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought i'd post some updated pic's of the kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-6478023118268767560?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/6478023118268767560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-cause-theyre-so-cute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6478023118268767560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6478023118268767560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-cause-theyre-so-cute.html' title='Just cause they&apos;re so cute'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/S8aEfiZSWdI/AAAAAAAAAPM/MtApwvXQ14M/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-4531867560735782801</id><published>2010-04-08T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T19:14:39.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, not bad news</title><content type='html'>We had our follow-up EEG for Kenny today to see if the anti-seizure medication is working or not. The neurologist was please with the effects. He wasn't seizuring nearly like he was. And developmentaly he's a different child. So the plan...keep doing what we're doing! No injectable steroid! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were sent up to neurosurgery. They were reviewing the films of his head ultrasound two weeks ago. Kenny has a big head, and the ventricles in his brain look like they may be dialating. The thought...it may be the PVL and his brain not growing 'normally' so it's replacing the empty space with fluid, or it could be hyrdrocephalus. So the plan, wait three weeks and repeat the U/S. I just have to hope and pray that there are no changes between now and then and that it's not something that we have to VP shunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe had a performance today with his Kindergarden class. He had his first school bus ride to the Performaning place and got to do a dance with his class. I was very sad that I had to miss this, but Daddy went to watch. I will get to see it at an assembly later this month. So I'm not too disappointed, well I am, but oh well. I know that there is going to be many days where I have to make these decisions and can't make it to everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-4531867560735782801?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/4531867560735782801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/04/finally-not-bad-news.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/4531867560735782801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/4531867560735782801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/04/finally-not-bad-news.html' title='Finally, not bad news'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-1927772004993365910</id><published>2010-04-01T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T20:42:00.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe's so cute!</title><content type='html'>So whenever we ask Courtney "who did it?" She say's "Joe did it!" Joe has started to notice that we ask her this just to giggle at her because it's way too funny that she always says it. So yesterday we're at the table eating lunch and Joe look's over at Court, and says "Court....Who did it??" She looked at him and didn't know what to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he came home with a little easter basket that he made at school with a couple of hershey's kisses in it. He proceeded to take one kiss out and gave it to Courtney and said "this is for Court" and then handed one to Kristen and said "this is for Kristen"  It was just so precious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-1927772004993365910?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/1927772004993365910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/04/joes-so-cute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/1927772004993365910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/1927772004993365910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/04/joes-so-cute.html' title='Joe&apos;s so cute!'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-7705716698489133876</id><published>2010-04-01T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T20:37:39.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April fools day!</title><content type='html'>I'd like to start by letting my husband know a very happy birthday to you today. We had a great birthday dinner of Burger King and whopper's...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, the Dr's office called today to let me know the head ultrasound results were back for Kenny. I always know when a Dr call's you at home it's NEVER good news. And of coure, again not good news. Both of Kenny's ventricles in his brain are a bit dialated compared to his last head ultrasound. What does this mean. Well it could be a sign of hydrocephlas. This means that his brain isn't draining the spinal fluid off properly and it's potentially causing pressure on his brain. If it's not monitored or followed closely, there can be deadly reproctions. How do the fix it, well they put in a VP shunt. An artificial valve that helps to drain the fluid down a tube that ends in the abdomen. The fluid is then just absorbed by the body.  I wish that there wasn't so much bad news with Kenny, and we could just enjoy the baby stage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a really happy note, his med's have been making him not spasam as much, and we actually have a happy Kenny over here! We can put him down on the floor and he's actually happy!! It's quite amazing! It's like we have a happy 3 month old baby on our hands. So that's great! He's even seeing better lately! It's been so great to smile at him and have him smile back! And for him to be cooing and gooing!! I pray that the dialated ventricles heal, and begin to work properly. I pray that I don't have to go to the next type of medication for his infantile spasams (it's injectable). I pray that he continues to be on the developmental up swing that he's on right now. i pray that I can really enjoy him as a baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-7705716698489133876?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/7705716698489133876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-fools-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/7705716698489133876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/7705716698489133876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-fools-day.html' title='April fools day!'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-5659412214115898944</id><published>2010-03-22T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T19:45:44.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A parent shared this link, so I shared it with you</title><content type='html'>A friend that I have that wears hearing aids shared this link. I felt that it was something that would really enlighten everyone on what a hearing loss can sound like. Kristen has a cochlear implant so with that one ear, her right, she hears at a mild hearing loss. With her left ear she wears a hearing aid, and with the hearing aid it brings her up to a moderate loss. She benifits too much with the hearing aid for me to be able to have the left ear implanted, although I'd like too, so we wait until she can tell us what she hears with it.  So here's the link, you should check it out. I may help to bring the hearing world into a hearing impaired/deaf world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.betterhearing.org/sound/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-5659412214115898944?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/5659412214115898944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/03/parent-shared-this-link-so-i-shared-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/5659412214115898944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/5659412214115898944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/03/parent-shared-this-link-so-i-shared-it.html' title='A parent shared this link, so I shared it with you'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-8076254054831560834</id><published>2010-03-19T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T20:47:00.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole new baby</title><content type='html'>We started Kenny's med's last nite. And I cannot believe that he's a different baby ALREADY!!! Like I don't mean that the spasams have stopped, although I haven't seen any already, but he's HAPPY!! Like a NORMAL baby! It's almost creepy...lol. The Screamer is a Laugher...lol. They did say that sometimes you can start to see results from the med's as soon as 24 hours after first doseing...well, maybe it's my imagination, but I'll take it..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-8076254054831560834?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/8076254054831560834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/03/whole-new-baby.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/8076254054831560834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/8076254054831560834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/03/whole-new-baby.html' title='A whole new baby'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-5356525439350617846</id><published>2010-03-17T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T17:26:18.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Results are in</title><content type='html'>Kenny has Infantile Spasams. They are essencially seizures. The poor kid. I'm just kind of numb right now with everything and just going day to day. Why is it that everything keeps hitting this house??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-5356525439350617846?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/5356525439350617846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/03/results-are-in.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/5356525439350617846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/5356525439350617846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/03/results-are-in.html' title='The Results are in'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-4447973666103018238</id><published>2010-03-16T19:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T19:07:07.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The neorolgist....</title><content type='html'>they want to see us tomorrow morning at 8am. As a parent of a sick kid at one point, I am fully aware when a dr want's to see you asap, or they call you at home, it's not a good thing. Or it is because the intervention needs to be immediate. So my feeling is that Kenny is having some form of seizure activity and we need to address this immediatly. But of course I'll know more tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-4447973666103018238?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/4447973666103018238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/03/neorolgist.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/4447973666103018238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/4447973666103018238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/03/neorolgist.html' title='The neorolgist....'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-536454529173583611</id><published>2010-03-16T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T11:10:32.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!</title><content type='html'>I feel like this spring break hasn't been much of a break! Well it has been, but I've been busy with appointments now for Kenny! Yesterday was his EEG...so now we wait to see if ther are any seizure activity's going on. Today was his assessment for the At Home Program to see if he's eligible. So again, now we wait and see. Thurs we have OT and PT for him, as well as his six month shot's and Kristen's Kindergarden shots! Poor kids...lol. And next week Kenny's head U/S! WOW can it be more jam packed. This is all extra ontop of everything else that goes on around here. just when you thought that there was no more hours in the day....we found some!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a good almost 4 years since our house has just been ours. when you have children with higher needs, your door becomes wide open. You no longer have the same solitude to go home too, because they come to it! We've had PT, OT, SLP, IDP, ABA, heck, I've even had pediatritions grace their presence here at one point or another. When will my home become mine again....I'm not sure. I'm used to it now....the neighbor's must wonder some days what the heck goes on overhere...lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-536454529173583611?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/536454529173583611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/03/whew.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/536454529173583611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/536454529173583611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/03/whew.html' title='Whew!'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-6797926936435237558</id><published>2010-03-10T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:27:05.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>It's Spring Break around here, and it never ceases to amaze me that we're still soooo busy! There are just appointments being thrown around left right and center! I don't think that I'd know what to do with myself if I didn't have something going on. I wonder if I will?? You know, stop to smell the roses. My kids are growing up so quickly right before my eyes. I feel like it's a race track and I can't keep up and I may miss something. Joe is just doing some AMAZING things. He's so loving towards his sister's and just loves to please. Kristen is just a spit fire! She looks at you with these eyes, like did I do that??!!...lol. Courtney, well that little one is NOT letting the older two get away on her...lol. She's just keeping up to them as much as her two year old little body can! Kenny....he's not so much a screamer anymore...well he still screams, but we can get him to smile and do HIS giggle! We feel like he's slowly seeing more and more. And then I turn around and do it all again!! I must say....I am so blessed to have such wonderful kids....even through my stress and frustration!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-6797926936435237558?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/6797926936435237558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/03/busy-busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6797926936435237558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6797926936435237558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/03/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-4934406323366578077</id><published>2010-03-03T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T09:17:57.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so proud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/S46ZuphH-SI/AAAAAAAAAN8/M3GmDWv-Ods/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/S46ZuphH-SI/AAAAAAAAAN8/M3GmDWv-Ods/s400/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444458026235328802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/S46Zt7XPNiI/AAAAAAAAAN0/HxxLG6-g-Qs/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/S46Zt7XPNiI/AAAAAAAAAN0/HxxLG6-g-Qs/s400/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444458013845829154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/S46Ztc4jVJI/AAAAAAAAANs/tg3B7EqtxNI/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/S46Ztc4jVJI/AAAAAAAAANs/tg3B7EqtxNI/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444458005664060562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the school today to see what Joe's kindergarden class is going to be performing. I was so proud I cried. He has come so far! I can't wait to see him when they do the whole performance at Bell performing arts center.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-4934406323366578077?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/4934406323366578077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-so-proud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/4934406323366578077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/4934406323366578077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-so-proud.html' title='I am so proud'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/S46ZuphH-SI/AAAAAAAAAN8/M3GmDWv-Ods/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-9043611469104076111</id><published>2010-03-02T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T08:12:29.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At least he's seeing something</title><content type='html'>We had the appointment with the Visual Impairment Clinic yesterday. They put Kenny WAY below the chart for sight....but having said that he is seeing something. There is hope at this point that he will makes gains as to what he see's. We just need to give him the opportunities for his brain to see things. So in doing that I have printed off the contrasty types of things that babies thrive on looking at. I'm just happy that I didn't hear that he's seeing NOTHING. I think that after last week that would have really put me over the edge. His sight is at .25 of what the chart that they use, and I can't remember what normal sight for his age was...I do believe that it was around +1....but I could be wrong on that. The dr was so helpful, and supportive and even wants to take a look at Kristen. Just to see how she's doing with her sight. She has a similar injury in her visual portion of her brain as well. She has a Nysagmus as well...and if he can 'classify' her as visually impaired it will just put her at a higher rating in the school system along with her hearing loss. I have come to a big head in the road and journey....these words (diagnosis') are just that, words. I've always known that and said it, but I think that there has become a bigger acceptance on my part that it doesn't define WHO my children are. People constantly say how strong i am, and how great I handle it...but inside I do cry and hurt. But then I look over at the screaming children beside me yelling at eachother, and know it's normal...lol. We have great supports in place and people that truly understand, or take a real hard attempt at trying to understand. And they love all of my kids unconditionally. I think that I'm rambling now...lol...and I'm not sure if this all makes sense, but it's off my brain, and I can now focus on other things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-9043611469104076111?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/9043611469104076111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/03/at-least-hes-seeing-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/9043611469104076111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/9043611469104076111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/03/at-least-hes-seeing-something.html' title='At least he&apos;s seeing something'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-4195045185023009414</id><published>2010-02-24T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T18:46:19.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dr has said the word</title><content type='html'>CP! Yep, Cerebral Palsy. I knew that it was coming. It's harder to actually hear it though. Kenny is showing definate signs that is leading the Neonatologist in the direction that she feels that she can say that he has it. The reports that will be sent out will say that he has it. This will help to speed up the referal process' due to now having more of a diagonis. It still hurts. I am optimistic, but real. No mother wants to EVER hear that something that is wrong with her child. I guess that I'm becoming numb to it because it seems that all of my kids have "something" wrong with them...minus Courtney...so far that is. Who know's, maybe she'll be my ADD child just so I can say "oh ya, one of my kids has that". I guess I fear that sometimes people will think that I'm joking when I say "ya one of my kids has this and the other has that" That people may think that it's an attention thing, or an out right lie! It's not, and I know that, and that's all that matter's to me right now. As far as to what degree of CP that Kenny will exibit is all relitive to each individual child. And how they learn and how they are intervened. No one will be able to say, he won't walk, or crawl, or move his hands in functional manner's until he's a bit older. It truely makes it hard to enjoy the baby stage because you want them to grow up so quickly so you can see what the challenge will equate to! It is a diagnosis. It doesn't change who Kenny was this morning to this afternoon after the "label" was given. He's still my baby. I love him with all of my heart. I will shed tears for him and what he has to work through. I may have to just be strong for now until he's older, and then I can be weak then when he's independant. I am greatful that I have my children. All of them. I would NEVER trade them in for anyone else's child or anything in the world. I would never have done anything differently. I pray that his Visual Impairment appointment goes well on Monday. I'm really at this point not too optimistic. I think that I'm preparing myself for the worst with that. I don't know why, I think that I just feel that way in my heart. I just think that this household has been given almost every challenge out there that needs to be. We have great friends around us that are sooo supportive. We have great early intervetionists that have been great to throw things our way to support all of my kids. We have great family member's that are always there for us! Without these people and their kind thought's, words, and prayer's we wouldn't be as strong as we are. All of these people have loving hand's helping in the success of my children. They are all truley blessings and I can never EVER repay them the appreciation that they deserve...well I could if I won the lottery...lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-4195045185023009414?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/4195045185023009414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/02/dr-has-said-word.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/4195045185023009414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/4195045185023009414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/02/dr-has-said-word.html' title='The Dr has said the word'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-6224491548247182178</id><published>2010-02-21T09:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T09:43:00.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Eye Dr says...</title><content type='html'>I took Kenny to the eye dr on Thursday and he has decided that it would be a good idea for Kenny to be seen by the Visual Impairment portions of Children's Hospital. I'm not too sure on how I feel about this right now. I'm glad that he's going to be followed closely incase anything does arise. The unfortunate thing is is that there is nothing that we can do at this point but wait. There is a chance that his brain can compensate the brain damage and work out. Well Kristen's did. She still has some depth perception issues and a nystagmus. But she is able to function just fine now. So we just wait with Kenny. We feel that he is seeing something. Mostly just the TV...lol. He likes hockey, but it's probably just the light that he likes. Although there are times at a distance that you can get him to smile at you after you've smiled at him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-6224491548247182178?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/6224491548247182178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-eye-dr-says.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6224491548247182178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6224491548247182178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-eye-dr-says.html' title='And the Eye Dr says...'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-8349755295466728170</id><published>2010-02-17T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T14:33:46.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another thing that I borrowed and wanted to share with everyone</title><content type='html'>Some Mothers Get Babies With Something More &lt;br /&gt;By: Lori Borgman, Columnist and Speaker &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend is expecting her first child. People keep asking what she wants. She smiles demurely, shakes her head and gives the answer mothers have given throughout the pages of time. She says it doesn't matter whether it's a boy or a girl. She just wants it to have ten fingers and ten toes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that's what she says. That's what mothers have always said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mothers lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, every mother wants a whole lot more. Every mother wants a perfectly healthy baby with a round head, rosebud lips, button nose, beautiful eyes, satin skin and straight feet. Every mother wants a baby so gorgeous that people will pity the Gerber baby for being flat-out ugly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every mother wants a baby that will roll over, sit up and take those first steps right on schedule (according to the baby development chart on page 57, column two). Every mother wants a baby that can see, hear, run, jump and fire neurons by the billions. She wants a kid that can smack the ball out of the park and do toe points that are the envy of the entire ballet class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it greed if you want, but we mothers want what we want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some mothers get babies with something more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some mothers get babies with conditions they can't pronounce, a spine that didn't fuse, a missing chromosome, a palette that didn't close or a tiny crooked foot or two. Most of those mothers can remember the time, the place, the shoes they were wearing and the color of the walls in the small, suffocating room where the doctor uttered the words that took their breath away. It felt like recess in the fourth grade when you didn't see the kick ball coming and it knocked the wind clean out of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some mothers leave the hospital with a healthy bundle, then, months, even years later, take him in for a routine visit, or schedule her for a well check, and crash head first into a brick wall as they bear the brunt of devastating news. It can't be possible! That doesn't run in our family. Can this really be happening in our lifetime? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a woman who watches the Olympics for the sheer thrill of seeing finely sculpted bodies. It's not a lust thing; it's a wondrous thing. The athletes appear as specimens without flaw - rippling muscles with nary an ounce of flab or fat, virtual powerhouses of strength with lungs and limbs working in perfect harmony. Then the athlete walks over to a tote bag, rustles through the contents and pulls out an inhaler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've told my own kids, be it on the way to physical therapy after a third knee surgery, or on a trip home from an echo cardiogram, there's no such thing as a perfect body. Every body will bear something at some time or another. Maybe the affliction will be apparent to curious eyes, or maybe it will be unseen, quietly treated with trips to the doctor, medication or surgery. The health problems our children have experienced have been minimal and manageable, so I watch with keen interest and great admiration the mothers of children with serious disabilities, and wonder how they do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, sometimes you mothers scare me. How you lift that child in and out of a wheelchair 20 times a day. How you monitor tests, track medications, regulate diet and serve as the gatekeeper to a hundred specialists yammering in your ear. I wonder how you endure the clichés and the platitudes, well-intentioned souls explaining how God is at work when you've occasionally questioned if God is on strike. I even wonder how you endure schmaltzy pieces like this one -- saluting you, painting you as hero and saint, when you know you're ordinary. You snap, you bark, you bite. You didn't volunteer for this, you didn't jump up and down in the motherhood line yelling, "Choose me, God. Choose me! I've got what it takes." You're a woman who doesn't have time to step back and put things in perspective, so, please, let me do it for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From where I sit, you're way ahead of the pack. You've developed the strength of a draft horse while holding onto the delicacy of a daffodil. You have a heart that melts like chocolate in a glove box in July, carefully counter-balanced against the stubbornness of an Ozark mule. You can be warm and tender one minute, and when circumstances require, intense and aggressive the next. You are the mother, advocate and protector of a child. You're a neighbor, a friend, a stranger I pass at the mall. You're the woman I sit next to at church, my cousin and my sister-in-law. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a woman who wanted ten fingers and ten toes, and got something more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-8349755295466728170?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/8349755295466728170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-thing-that-i-borrowed-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/8349755295466728170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/8349755295466728170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-thing-that-i-borrowed-and.html' title='Another thing that I borrowed and wanted to share with everyone'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-4976672860042797580</id><published>2010-02-15T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T13:51:09.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The over 30 crowd...borrowed this and had to share!</title><content type='html'>THE SPOILED UNDER-30 CROWD!!! &lt;br /&gt;If you are 30 or older you will think this is hilarious!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were. When they were growing up; what with walking twenty-five miles to school every morning.... Uphill.... barefoot... BOTH ways Yadda, yadda, yadda &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way in hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on my kids about how hard I had itand how easy they've got it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that.... I'm over the ripe old age of thirty, I can't help but look around and notice the youth of today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got it so easy! I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a damn Utopia! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate to say it, but you kids today, you don't know how good you've got it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have the Internet. If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the damn library and look it up ourselves, in the card catalogue!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no email!! We had to actually write somebody a letter - with a pen! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox and it would take, like, a week to get there! Stamps were 10 cents! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child Protective Services didn't care if our parents beat us. As a matter of fact, the parents of all my friends also had permission to kick our ass! Nowhere was safe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no MP3' s or Napsters! If you wanted to steal music, you had to hitchhike to the damn record store and shoplift it yourself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio and the DJ would usually talk over the beginning and @#*% it all up! There were no CD players! We had tape decks in our car. We'd play our favorite tape and "eject" it when finished and the tape would come undone. Cause - that's how we rolled, dig? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have fancy crap like Call Waiting! If you were on the phone and somebody else called they got a busy signal, that's &lt;br /&gt;it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we didn't have fancy Caller ID either! &lt;br /&gt;When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was! It could be your school, your mom, your boss, your bookie, your drug dealer, a collections agent, you just didn't know!!! You had to pick it up and take your chances! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have any fancy Sony Playstation video games with high-resolution 3-D graphics! We had the Atari 2600! With games like 'Space Invaders' and 'Asteroids'. Your guy was a little square! You actually had to use your imagination!! And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just one screen.... forever! &lt;br /&gt;And you could never win... The game just kept getting &lt;br /&gt;harder and harder and faster and faster until you died! Just like LIFE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had to use a little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on! You were screwed when it came to channel surfing! You had to get off your ass and walk over to the TV to change the channel! NO REMOTES!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no Cartoon Network either! You could only get cartoons on Saturday Morning. Do you hear what I'm saying!?! We had to wait ALL WEEK for cartoons, you spoiled little rat-bastards! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we didn't have microwaves, if we wanted to heat something up we had to use the stove! Imagine that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly what I'm talking about! You kids today have got it too easy. You're spoiled. You guys wouldn't have lasted five minutes back in 1980 or before! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards, &lt;br /&gt;The Over 30 Crowd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-4976672860042797580?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/4976672860042797580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/02/over-30-crowdborrowed-this-and-had-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/4976672860042797580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/4976672860042797580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/02/over-30-crowdborrowed-this-and-had-to.html' title='The over 30 crowd...borrowed this and had to share!'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-1303721785101572009</id><published>2010-02-13T14:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T14:37:44.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Years Ago Today</title><content type='html'>Two years ago today a miracle was born into our home. Courtney Joy Taylor. She was our first and only baby that we got to hold right after birth like a normal baby. (the other three were either too early or too fragile) She spent 6 days in the hospital and came home to her siblings. For the first little while I called her the Pide Piper...lol...because she had this high pitched whine that just wouldn't stop!! She still has it...lol...just kidding. She is such a little turkey and loves to keep up with Joe and Kristen. She continues to amaze us as we have never experience a 'typically' developing child. We look at eachother sometimes and go..."is that what their supposed to do??!!" She has really shown us that she is the boss...lol. Happy Birthday Courtney! Mommy and Daddy love you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-1303721785101572009?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/1303721785101572009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/02/two-years-ago-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/1303721785101572009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/1303721785101572009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/02/two-years-ago-today.html' title='Two Years Ago Today'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-8090911966143897237</id><published>2010-02-12T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T20:39:54.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Four Years Old Today</title><content type='html'>Four years ago a miracle was born into my life. Her name is Kristen Marie Taylor. She joined us quickly, but silently. We were so scared for what was to happen next. We didn't really truly take the severity of what was happening to reality. We never thought that she wouldn't make it, or maybe it's that we didn't believe that it could happen to us. Well she did survive and she's here with us today. Kristen is a CDH survivor. She is our little girl. She may have lost her hearing due to the ventilation, but she's here with us. She continues to amaze me everyday. She is a beautiful little girl today. My baby is growing up. I will post her link to the previous post that has all of her story from an earlier post last year. I encourage you to read it and spread the word of CDH. Bring awareness to what it is and how devestating it really can be to families. We are very blessed that Kristen health wise has no real lung issues that can really keep these kids sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/04/kristens-run-with-cdh.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to share the following from the founder of CHERUBS who lost her CDH angel. It is so touching and really makes me feel apart of the CDH community! I have asked her if I could repost this from her blog and I did last year, I just felt that re-posting it would be a good thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No One Knows.... by Dawn Williamson&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to be diagnosed with Congenital Diaphragmatic Hernia and have your world shatter - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to watch your baby struggle to breathe - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to cry yourself to sleep at night wondering if today was the last day you had with your child and the hospital could call at any minute - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to have to leave the pediatric intensive care unit because you've been there so long that they kick you out - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to sleep on the floor of the ICU waiting room because the Ronald McDonald House is too far way at just 2 blocks from the hospital and you need to be RIGHT THERE in case your child needs you - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to sit in a Care Conference crying for your child's rights, begging staff to not give up on your baby and send him to a chronic care facility - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to have to learn how to work life support systems that your child's very being depends on - a ventilator, an oxygen concentrator, feeding pumps - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to ask yourself "Why my child?" so many times that even God is tired of hearing it - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to have to explain over and over and over and over what your child's medical condition is to family and friends and a society that has never heard of it - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to struggle with marriage issues because you're dealing with reality in different ways and one of you is stuck with making all the decisions while the other lives in la-la-land - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to scream at a nurse that they don't know what they are doing while suctioning your child's ET-tube and it's about to come out and if they don't step away from his bed you will step in and physically remove them - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to have to fight to get treatment for a bedsore on your child's back from being in the same position for 3 weeks - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to actually loudly cheer for a child to pee - just pee - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to never hear your child cry until they are a year old because there are tubes down his throat preventing his vocal cords from working - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to not hold your child until 2 weeks after he was born because he's hooked up to too many machines keeping him alive - unless they have been there themselves. No one knows what it's like to lose count of how many IVs your child has had, or what scars are from what surgery, or how many meds he's been on in his entire life, or doctors he's seen - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to be on your hands and knees in a surgical waiting room begging and pleading with God to take you instead of your child - unless they have been there themselves. No one knows what it's like to put a tube down your child's nose and into their stomach, or past the stomach - while making sure not to hit the lungs - so that your child can eat formula from a pump - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to miss a pulse ox when it's gone because then you can't sleep because you're terrified that your child will stop breathing - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to hook your child's ventilator up to a car battery because the power is out, while screaming at the electric company to fix the problem and talking to the doctors and ordering an ambulance at the same time - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to call 911 more than you call the pizza delivery place - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to duck from flying hearing aids because your 2 yr old can't understand that they aren't toys and need to stay in his ears - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to watch "normal" healthy kids and make wishes for your child that you aren't sure will ever happen, like riding a bike or going to school or playing baseball - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to have had more rides in ambulances in your life than in taxi cabs - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to go out in public and have people point and whisper about your baby, because he's in his stroller attached to a vent, oxygen tank, feeding pump, and pulse-ox - and yet you put on a cute little outfit or a baseball cap on his head in a feeble attempt to make him look less conspicuous and more normal - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to go into the ladies room and cry alone because you don't want your baby to see you crying beside his hospital bed - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to try to sing songs and read children's books to your child like everything is normal and you so desperately want all the normal things healthy families have, even though you don't know if your child will live through the week because he has a blood infection - again - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to be told your child's kidneys are shutting down, oxygen levels are below 50, and he won't live through the night - but he does - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to travel with more electric equipment in your car than the FBI - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to spell D-I-A-P-H-R-A-G-M-A-T-I-C H-E-R-N-I-A in your sleep - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to hire home health nurses and then have to oversee them and make sure that they aren't sleeping when your child's vent pops off his trach at 1 am - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to jump up and down squealing because your child is walking - at 2 and a half yr old - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to battle the school system and have an IEP for a child who has a feeding tube, hearing aids, thick eyeglasses and being told that they "can't handle all his issues" so you are better off homeschooling - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to consider moving to another country to get their universal health care because your child doesn't qualify for any decent insurance with all his pre-existing medical conditions and you can't afford the medical bills of the $6 million dollar baby unless you make so little money that you qualify for Medicaid - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to be asked "so what caused him to be sick?" while being looked at like YOU did something to cause it - and have the only answer that anyone has to that question "I DON'T KNOW!" - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to carry medical records with you every where you go "just in case" - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to perform CPR on your own child - more than once - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to plan holidays and vacations around hospitalizations, doctor visits, therapy appts and cold and flu seasons - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to not be able to go home for Christmas because your child could catch a cold that would kill him - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to grieve a LIVING child because your dreams are gone, then living with the guilt of feeling that way - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to try to communicate with a child who can't talk and struggles with sign language to the point that both of you cry - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to be young and have the responsibility of not only being a parent but a parent of an extremely special needs child - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to scream down the hospital hallway "Help! My child can't breathe!" or "Where is my son's 2:00 meds?" or "He is allergic to that!" - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to leave the hospital without your baby but with his bed sheets and linens instead because he's allergic to EVERYTHING and so you wash them in gentle detergent and bring them back for him - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to live in constant worry that another child will spill his milk on your child, sending him into anaphylactic shock if the epi pen you carry EVERYWHERE isn't given fast enough - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to be in the hospital so much you're on a first name basis with your surgeons, PICU doctors, nurses, secretarial staff and the cleaning crew - to the point that you double-date with your spouses, take vacations together and still send each other Christmas cards 15 yrs later - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to be in the hospital so long that when you come home you actually miss the cafeteria food - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to spend every hour that visiting isn't permitted in the PICU in the medical library, looking up your child's birth defect because NO ONE SEEMS TO KNOW WHAT THE HELL IT IS or where you can find information or support. And then spending hours beside your child's hospital bed with a medical terminology book translating it all - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to be told that your child won't live to be transported to the larger hospital so you should say good-bye - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to have a surgeon tell you "we've done this surgery so many times on him that we aren't sure how else to go in there" - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to watch your child's first haircut being done by a nurse to prep for an IV going into this head instead of at the barber - and still taking photos of it for his baby book - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to be told that your son will never see or hear or breathe on his own, and then show them that they are wrong - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to be so frustrated with feeding therapy, begging your child to please "take just one bite for Mommy, PLEASE" - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to be so excited to meet a medical professional who UNDERSTANDS what CDH is and who really, truly cares about these kids, your kid, and how that person now has your gratitude and part of your heart forever - just for caring - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to lose your child - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to lose your child in your own arms, while they look up at you and you try and try to save them but can't - and the guilt you live with every day for not being able to perform a miracle, the impossible, more than even the doctors because you're mommy and you're supposed to do the impossible - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to pick out the clothes your child will be in forever, buried in and what toys and books to pack with him - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to cry so much your heart feels like it's coming out of your throat because you miss your baby so much - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to mourn and grieve and try to make something good come from all the sadness without going over the deep end and trying to make a martyr out of your child's memory and turning them into a superhero instead of ... your baby .... because you want to remember them for who they were and not who you wanted them to be - unless they have been there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what it's like to ask God a different "Why my child?" question millions and millions of times until He cries with you - unless they have been there themselves. I know, because I have been there.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't read it in a book or in someone else's story.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't learn about this from an article or research abstract.&lt;br /&gt;I don't pretend to understand things I never experienced.&lt;br /&gt;I lived it all.&lt;br /&gt;I cried it.&lt;br /&gt;I survived it.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to every single day.&lt;br /&gt;I slept with it on my mind every single night.&lt;br /&gt;I was immersed in this world of CDH for 6 and a half years.&lt;br /&gt;I still am.&lt;br /&gt;CDH is more just a birth defect.&lt;br /&gt;It's more than a day or a few weeks in the hospital. It's more than 1 surgery. It's every single moment in a cherub's life. Every single one. I know this because I lived it. And I know over 2200 other moms who have lived it too. Who understand. Who didn't learn from book or stories but who lived it. Parts of it or all of it. They understand. They are the moms and dads and children of CHERUBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cdhsupport.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-8090911966143897237?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/8090911966143897237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/02/shes-four-years-old-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/8090911966143897237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/8090911966143897237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/02/shes-four-years-old-today.html' title='She&apos;s Four Years Old Today'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-5007646942703810119</id><published>2010-01-29T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T18:49:06.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothin' really going on around here</title><content type='html'>It's just been day to day as usual. Nothing new. I guess that that is a good thing too though...lol. I've been quite tired lately. I think that I should get my thyroid levels checked again. After I had Joe I ended up with hyperthyroidism so I did the radioiodine treatment and now i'm hypothyroid. Kinda suck's. Well, I've never felt like myself since then. My blood levels say that I can be fine, but the way that I feel never is. I gain weight so much easier now too. And have a heck of a time losing it. I also have ZERO energy. Well partially having four kids does that too...lol. I've been following a story in Alberta though and would like to share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/groups.php?ref=sb#/group.php?gid=273439187168&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This link has some of the more specific details, but all in all the hospital wants to take this little  boy off of life support. As a parent who has had sick kids we all know how hard it is even with that. The family is fighting it, but I feel that they need our prayers and thoughts no matter what the final outcome is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-5007646942703810119?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/5007646942703810119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/01/nothin-really-going-on-around-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/5007646942703810119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/5007646942703810119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/01/nothin-really-going-on-around-here.html' title='Nothin&apos; really going on around here'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-3057754667550219511</id><published>2010-01-20T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:14:28.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest sound to a mother's ear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/S1fTp5ZKoqI/AAAAAAAAANk/ZN5gKgWVr28/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/S1fTp5ZKoqI/AAAAAAAAANk/ZN5gKgWVr28/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429040592552895138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/S1fTprb0XBI/AAAAAAAAANc/kklOQ6DJFTM/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/S1fTprb0XBI/AAAAAAAAANc/kklOQ6DJFTM/s400/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429040588805921810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/S1fTpPw9F_I/AAAAAAAAANU/InofOfEyT2k/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/S1fTpPw9F_I/AAAAAAAAANU/InofOfEyT2k/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429040581378381810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/S1fTov-7xPI/AAAAAAAAANM/onRDT4c8HPI/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/S1fTov-7xPI/AAAAAAAAANM/onRDT4c8HPI/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429040572847080690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did it! He did it! He laughed out loud when I tickled him! It was so cute, and amazing for us! We have been so worried about the big things going on with Kenny that we haven't really been enjoying the baby Kenny that he is. He laughed out loud, and it was so normal! I know what is normal, but it brought tears to my eyes. It was great! Here's some pic's of the kids doing what they do best! Being kids. You can see how Courtney has been liking to fall asleep...lol. Kenny in his great dud's. Kristen finally getting Courtney back...lol. And a great one of Joe and Daddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-3057754667550219511?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/3057754667550219511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/01/greatest-sound-to-mothers-ear.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/3057754667550219511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/3057754667550219511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/01/greatest-sound-to-mothers-ear.html' title='Greatest sound to a mother&apos;s ear'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/S1fTp5ZKoqI/AAAAAAAAANk/ZN5gKgWVr28/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-35987798744565513</id><published>2010-01-19T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T16:16:08.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenny's Pediatrician Appointment</title><content type='html'>Kenny had his regular monthly Dr's appointment yesterday. Somethings made me feel better. I told him how I've come to the conclusion that he's going to be in a wheel chair and how I'm upset that neurology hasn't followed up with us etc. And so he has put in a request for an EEG, which I can't say is unreasonable. He said that he could be tightening his hands etc due to the reflux as well. He said his legs and stuff don't seem tight, so that really put me at ease. But of course time will still tell. His weight is now at 13lbs 6oz, so he's growing. He's 61cm longs, sorry I haven't converted that yet...lol. His reflux is still terrible, and we can't go up any more on his meds, but you would think with all of the past experience that I've had with reflux that I would have thickened it by now! Duh!! So I started that last nite, and he's not screaming as badly through his feeds anymore. So hopefully that will help. Now his eyes. Well we know he's not tracking things. We do know he's seeing something, just not too sure what. He likes to watch hockey, but what kid wouldn't??!! Big white screen with little dark figures going around. So we do see his eye dr next month so we'll get more answers then. We also have a neonatology follow-up clinic next month for his six month assessment. We'll get a real picture of where he's at then. I just hope that they don't say..."oh he's doing so well if you correct his age!!" But hey, that's the way the dr's roll. So now I think that my heart rate and blood pressure can drop for now back to a normal level...lol. For the moment anyways!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-35987798744565513?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/35987798744565513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/01/kennys-pediatrician-appointment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/35987798744565513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/35987798744565513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/01/kennys-pediatrician-appointment.html' title='Kenny&apos;s Pediatrician Appointment'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-4082067880818664634</id><published>2010-01-16T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T18:44:20.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We hit the money shots right now!</title><content type='html'>Yep, I can say it...Kristen now goes pee pee on the potty. I thought that I'd never see the day come! But it's here! I'm so happy...it's so normal! But really what is normal??!! Not my household by the general publics opinions...but it's my normal. Courtney sure is cute when she goes, she does the deaf clap and says 'yay' It's so cute and funny. She cheers for Kristen as well. Now I know that number two's may be an issue, but it'll come with time. I can officially say that in the day time, i only have one kid in diaper's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on another note. I've been so absorbed and my mind has been so stuck on the outcome in the future for Kenny. I wish that I could just enjoy him as a baby, but I want him to grow up so that we know what we will be dealing with. I've added a couple of links if you'd like to read them. If you don't that's fine too. I just figure it's easier than explaining everything myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://emedicine.medscape.com/article/975728-overview&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that's now got my worries going is something called Infantile Spasms. Now I wouldn't have even known about them or what they looked like if it wasn't for another mom that I met on FB! Well, i'm not sure if Kenny is having them, but the movements sure look similar. I have an appointment with the Dr on Monday anyways so I can vent out on him then. i'm so frustrated! Everytime I go to the Pediatrician he asks if the neourologist has contacted me...and I keep saying no, should they have. And he just kind of looks at me. so this time, I'm going to let him know how I feel. The fact that I had to ask him for the MRI report even though I had left a message at BCCH for them to call me and fax me a copy of the report and NO ONE got back to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.epilepsy.com/epilepsy/epilepsy_infantilespasms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how lucky that I am to have my kids with me. i just have trouble sometimes wracking my brain around how can these challenges happen to my kids. Why?? How come?? What are their futures going to look like?? I love them so much and there is so much inside of me with the unknown that scares me and breaks me up inside. Sorry, I just read the infantile spasms information last nite, and it just made me break down. Our brain is such a sensitive organ. And it can rewire itself, but sometimes there is just not enough for it rewire too. And I fear that Kenny may be that. He doesn't bring his hands to his mouth to play with them. He has no awareness of toys around him. He sometimes just looks right through you. We still don't know what he is or isn't seeing. Or if he will see. I know that he hears, because his demeanour sure changes when he hears me. And that means he needs to become my body wart and attach himself to me...lol! Again, I just wish that I could just be a mom, and be able to complain about normal things...like my kid always just wants my attention, or won't stop whining, or why can't he write his name yet he is 4 years old. My kids will always have to work so hard just to match their peers. It makes all of Courtney's developmental milestones seem so little, when they are still big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think that I've gotten some of my mind out again, so now maybe I can get a good nites sleep. It's hard when it's all in your brain and needs to come out. Whether someone is reading it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, please know that I am so happy that I have my children with me, and i do appreciate the fact that I can hold them everyday. And trust me, I do. I make sure that I hold them tight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-4082067880818664634?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/4082067880818664634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-hit-money-shots-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/4082067880818664634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/4082067880818664634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-hit-money-shots-right-now.html' title='We hit the money shots right now!'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-981131512457275521</id><published>2010-01-12T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:35:19.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving along</title><content type='html'>Things have been so hectic around here. Working on potty training. Yep the big P word...lol. I decided to do both girls at the same time. Kristen is going to be 4 next month and Courtney will be 2. So I figured that it would be a good example for Kristen to see Courtney working on it with her together. Court was basically just my bonus child. I didn't really think that she was ready, but figured hey why not. Well, the little one gets it! Yep Courtney is potty trained, well mommy is trained to run to the toilet every time the kid says potty pee or poo! But hey, it's not a diaper. Well and Kristen! well that's about it...she doesn't give one rat's behind about being wet, dirty, cold, or in pee! I even have cloth washable pull ups.  Nope, doesn't care. we aren't giving up....but it's so frustrating! She talks about it, and smiles on the potty! Signs pee pee, says pee pee...I even went out and bought what I like to call the 'kid krapper'. It's a kid size toilet like the one's that we've all seen at the mall or where they have a lot of small kids. It's only 10 inches off of the ground and it's perfect. And since the girls share the master bedroom with the ensuite bathroom...we installed it for them. Yep, Kristen doesn't care! She will stand right there in the middle of the kitchen, lift a leg like a dog, and whiz on my floor....and then she cheers and claps. I think I'm at the point where I'm going to line my house with newspaper!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-981131512457275521?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/981131512457275521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/01/moving-along.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/981131512457275521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/981131512457275521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/01/moving-along.html' title='Moving along'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-2581828010793357938</id><published>2010-01-07T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T03:00:40.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I haven't posted in awhile</title><content type='html'>I know it's been awhile! We had a great Christmas holiday season, and a happy new year. I've been having trouble with my emotions and realizing that my little boy may end up not walking with his brother and sister's. I know that I have him with me, and I thank God for that everyday. Because after living through a child with CDH and following other families, I do know how quickly those lives can be changed and taken from you. My CDH baby is a survivor. Actually she will be 4 next month! But I did the thing that I should have done to begin with, I started googling "very extensive cysic periventricular leukomalacia" PLV for short. And well the stats show a 60-100% chance of some form of cerbral palsy. I'm fine with that, I guess...well really do I have a choice??!! I know that God only sends us special kids for special parents...I just didn't realize how much God must REALLY like me....lol. Sorry sometimes I have to laugh over my situation sometimes. I have to admit that there are times that I do wonder WHY??? Why will my 3 of my 4 kids have to work so much harder to achieve what other's can do with their eyes closed. Why will Courtney have to be that sibling that is going to possibly the snickers and giggles behind the other's back's at school. We all know how mean kids can be as they get older.  Who know's what the future will hold. I will raise my children to be proud of who they are, not what they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have people say all of the time how strong I am...really do I have a choice. I didn't choose all of this! It was given to me. These are my children. I love them with all of my heart. I have met wonderful people and families all VIA the internet who can relate to the specific challenges that I deal with daily. I think that one day after Kenny's in school....I may hide out for a year under a bridge and just watch the world go by...lol...just kidding. But I will probably have my mental break then. I can't be for myself right now. My kids need to have what I have set for them to happen to have them be successful in their own right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be able to be JUST a mom, and not a Physio therapist, Occupational therapist, dietitian, Speech therapist, ABA therapist, and well the scheduling manager to make all of this actually happen at the same time. I feel like I'm a part of so many cliques that I would never want to invite anyone into...the CDH clique, the deaf and HOH clique, the autism clique, the brain injury clique, the global delayed clique. Don't get me wrong. The cliques that I'm a part of have the most wonderful families and children along with them. And I have had my ignorance to all of these different challenges put to shame, and now I am more educated. I actually don't know if I'm making and real sense at this exact moment and that's why it's taken me awhile to Blog...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here, I'll leave you with all of the stats that I have accumulated over the last 5.5 years of my child rearing days thus far....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 in 100 will miscarry from an amnio&lt;br /&gt;50/50 chance of survival with CDH&lt;br /&gt;5% chance of survival before Kristen went on ECMO&lt;br /&gt;40% chance that Kristen wouldn't have survived ECMO&lt;br /&gt;21% is the air oxygen saturation that we breathe&lt;br /&gt;1 in 150 children will be diagnosed with Autism&lt;br /&gt;4-6% chance that one of their siblings will too be diagnosed&lt;br /&gt;60-100% chance that PVL will also carry CP&lt;br /&gt;150cal per Kg Per day to have a baby grow and thrive and have good brain development&lt;br /&gt;1 in 2500 lives births will have CDH&lt;br /&gt;.4% chance of pregnancy after a tubal ligation&lt;br /&gt;4-26% chance of PVL in premature infants before 32 weeks&lt;br /&gt;100% chance that I love all of my perfect children with all of my heart and I will fight for them to the end to help to make them self confident caring adults!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-2581828010793357938?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/2581828010793357938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-know-i-havent-posted-in-awhile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/2581828010793357938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/2581828010793357938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-know-i-havent-posted-in-awhile.html' title='I know I haven&apos;t posted in awhile'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-1255090628147543095</id><published>2009-12-27T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T20:54:14.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas time at the Taylor's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/Szg56fC209I/AAAAAAAAAMk/mGMRKTcfgG8/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/Szg56fC209I/AAAAAAAAAMk/mGMRKTcfgG8/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420145828469068754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/Szg56C6jvgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/lUNFvtD5yxI/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/Szg56C6jvgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/lUNFvtD5yxI/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420145820918070786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/Szg55q7trqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/zPo3Du4gMWI/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/Szg55q7trqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/zPo3Du4gMWI/s400/022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420145814480465570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a great Christmas. It was so nice that all three of the older ones FINALLY got the idea of what the opening part of the gifts was. I know it sounds bad, but when your five year old only got the idea of presents when he was 4, these are the milestones that you wait for. Kristen thought that it was just amazing, and Courtney did the open dance for every present...it was so cute. Joe wanted to help with everyone's gifts, so I let him help Kenny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-1255090628147543095?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/1255090628147543095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-time-at-taylors.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/1255090628147543095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/1255090628147543095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-time-at-taylors.html' title='Christmas time at the Taylor&apos;s'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/Szg56fC209I/AAAAAAAAAMk/mGMRKTcfgG8/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-6900688759549954125</id><published>2009-12-20T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:39:21.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Briana Hayes</title><content type='html'>You know I've been having a bit of a hard time lately with Kenny's diagnosis. I have pretty much come to the conclusion that he's going to be wheel chair bound and blind. I'm Ok with this. It's not that I've given up hope that he'll be fine it's just that I want to feel like I'm being realistic. His brain injury is called Cystic Periventricular Leukomalacia. PVL for short. I found a FB group on it. And hopefully I can get support from those families. And in all of these feelings of the unknown, I do know how lucky I am to have him with me. All four of my kids for that matter. Another CDH baby has earned her Angel wings. Briana Hayes. http://hayesfamily091308.blogspot.com/ I know how much these families would just love to have their children with them through out everything. It makes me then feel guilty for feeling the way that I do sometimes. Although in my mind I sometimes justify it that I'm allowed...but really am I??!! I know that I have been given the gifts of my children for a reason. I will always love them unconditonally. I just think that the unknown of the future scares me. I haven't had a worry like this one before. But in reality, these are MY PERFECT kids. Please continue to pray for all of the sick kids that we may or may not know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-6900688759549954125?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/6900688759549954125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/12/baby-briana-hayes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6900688759549954125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6900688759549954125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/12/baby-briana-hayes.html' title='Baby Briana Hayes'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-6106176944299894700</id><published>2009-12-15T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:19:34.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A proud mommy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/Syhtw60bElI/AAAAAAAAAMM/-FaQCE8YY_w/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/Syhtw60bElI/AAAAAAAAAMM/-FaQCE8YY_w/s400/048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415699239103304274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe had his first school Christmas Concert tonite! It was so cute! I am so proud of him to get up in front of everyone and say his piece of the Christmas ABC's...&lt;br /&gt;J is for Joy&lt;br /&gt;the kind that you share&lt;br /&gt;it makes people happy &lt;br /&gt;to know that you care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-6106176944299894700?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/6106176944299894700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/12/proud-mommy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6106176944299894700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6106176944299894700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/12/proud-mommy.html' title='A proud mommy!'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/Syhtw60bElI/AAAAAAAAAMM/-FaQCE8YY_w/s72-c/048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-3287231260534283130</id><published>2009-12-13T18:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T18:26:08.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so she climbs</title><content type='html'>I went to go on a quick Christmas shopping adventure to the States with the boys, and while I was down there Gary called. "now don't panic, but which is the closest hospital" Oh geeze, what happened??!! Courtney had climbed up onto the stove VIA the oven door, and pulled a boiling pot of water on herself. The pot was on the back burner like it's supposed to be. It only takes a second! It's not Gary's fault, it's just something that happens so quickly with kids. She has second degree burns on her left wrist, and will be wrapped up for awhile. You wouldn't know that she didn't even have use of her left hand right now! It's amazing actually!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-3287231260534283130?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/3287231260534283130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-so-she-climbs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/3287231260534283130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/3287231260534283130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-so-she-climbs.html' title='And so she climbs'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-1497181572040584204</id><published>2009-12-08T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:19:42.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CDH on the Little People!!</title><content type='html'>I just thought for the CDH community that this would be great for us all to see! Another baby who was born where they tape the Little People may be on the show! Here's the link to check out the baby's blog. I hope that TLC can do a bit for some CDH awareness!!  http://jlozano2009.blogspot.com/2009_11_08_archive.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-1497181572040584204?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/1497181572040584204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/12/cdh-on-little-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/1497181572040584204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/1497181572040584204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/12/cdh-on-little-people.html' title='CDH on the Little People!!'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-6739144322875456329</id><published>2009-12-05T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T20:23:32.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years hearing</title><content type='html'>Two years ago today, Kristen was activated with her Cochlear Implant. She heard me say her name again for the first time. Kristen lost her hearing at about 6 mths old. It was confirmed at a sedated ABR when she was 7.5 mths old. It was routine scanning due to ECMO and high frequency ventilation. It also could have been all of the different life saving med's that she needed as well. Without this life saving measures she wouldn't be here with us today. She may be deaf, but she's alive. And as I meet, read about, and hear about these CDH babies that don't make it, trust me, I don't take for granted that my baby is here. She's almost 4 years old now, and I'm so lucky to have her. We may have challenges all related back to her rough start at life, but we survive and we make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen has just begun to have expressive language as well. We have worked for sooooo long on signing! I mean really! Since we got diagnosis! So now going into three years! And she now has about 10 signs. YAY!! And she's also begun to have spoken words too! 10-20!! I know it's not as quick as a typical CI canidate, but I take what I can get, and celebrate the small steps each day. It's almost like because she has to work so much harder to get the small milestones that a 'normal' kid does, that it seems that much more exciting because she has truely worked hard for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Kristen, my baby girl! Here's to a happy two years of happy listening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-6739144322875456329?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/6739144322875456329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-years-hearing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6739144322875456329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6739144322875456329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-years-hearing.html' title='2 years hearing'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-3515397067354678942</id><published>2009-12-03T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T19:43:35.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll over Roll over so they all rolled over....</title><content type='html'>Kenny rolled over today! And he wasn't even mad when he did it! He did it with such intent and so slowly and precisely. I was worried about the direction that he went, so I put him back on his stomach to see if he would go the same way again...nope he went the other way! I was so impressed with him! It's earlier than any of the other three kids, and he was the earliest! And considering he's such a grumpy child, I thought that he would just sit there screaming...but nope! I can't wait to see what he can do next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-3515397067354678942?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/3515397067354678942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/12/roll-over-roll-over-so-they-all-rolled.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/3515397067354678942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/3515397067354678942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/12/roll-over-roll-over-so-they-all-rolled.html' title='Roll over Roll over so they all rolled over....'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-5285541822220793755</id><published>2009-11-26T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T07:34:38.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2:30AM!!</title><content type='html'>It is now just 2:30am. And I am up from feeding Kenny at 1AM. It's not that he's screeming...or playing...he's actually just looking around. That's not the issue. The issue is that I came back to bed, and went to put a bill with the computer. (The computer is next to the dryer in the laundry room. It's the only quiet spot in the house...lol) Anyways, my food slips out from under me! Oh dear! I turn on the light....and a blue sea of fluid. The Tide Ultra has fallen off of the washing machine. The full Costco size Tide Ultra has fallen off of the washing machine! Oi!!! So here I sit after an hour of using the steam cleaner to suck up the liquid detergent, using a towel to get the residue, and then pouring straight water on the floor and again sucking up with the steam cleaner, and then another towel to dry! I hope I got it all!! Now how do I go back to sleep??!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must add that after all of this at 3AM I woke Kenny up to top him up so he wouldn't wake up in two hours to feed again, and yep....he power puked all over the floor! I can't win...lmao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-5285541822220793755?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/5285541822220793755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/11/230am.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/5285541822220793755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/5285541822220793755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/11/230am.html' title='2:30AM!!'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-4691281528498513952</id><published>2009-11-21T17:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T17:44:03.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe that no one was screaming!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/SwiXXldG0tI/AAAAAAAAAME/Ft-ZeWOzngw/s1600/2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/SwiXXldG0tI/AAAAAAAAAME/Ft-ZeWOzngw/s400/2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406737784105259730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our Christmas pic with Santa done today! And no one was screaming in it! I'm so pleased!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-4691281528498513952?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/4691281528498513952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-cant-believe-that-no-one-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/4691281528498513952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/4691281528498513952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-cant-believe-that-no-one-was.html' title='I can&apos;t believe that no one was screaming!!'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/SwiXXldG0tI/AAAAAAAAAME/Ft-ZeWOzngw/s72-c/2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-3366134916428195555</id><published>2009-11-17T17:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T17:53:28.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 mths old</title><content type='html'>Kenny turns three months old this week! I can't believe how quickly they grow up. He got weighed at the dr's office yesterday and is a whoping 10lbs 10oz!!! Big boy. He's already uncorrected on a regular growth chart at the 5th percentile for weight! He's doing some good things too. like good head control. smiling a bit. he even let out a giggle the other day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-3366134916428195555?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/3366134916428195555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/11/3-mths-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/3366134916428195555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/3366134916428195555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/11/3-mths-old.html' title='3 mths old'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-5024919414697287805</id><published>2009-11-12T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:37:36.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IDP and assessments!</title><content type='html'>Our Infant Development Consultant was here today! And Kristen is at the level of a three year old! This is great as when she was assessed at the end of June for the Autism spectrum, they placed her at 24 mths! So in the matter of six months she has jumped 12 months!! Yay Kristen. Well the assessment also shows delay in speech etc. But that's expected as she's only been hearing two years next month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-5024919414697287805?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/5024919414697287805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/11/idp-and-assessments.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/5024919414697287805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/5024919414697287805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/11/idp-and-assessments.html' title='IDP and assessments!'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-4180130555824185795</id><published>2009-11-01T19:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:37:43.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 years ago today</title><content type='html'>Six years ago today, we said I do.&lt;br /&gt;Six years ago today, we had no idea where we'd be.&lt;br /&gt;Six years ago today, we began a journey that most will not even begin to imagine their lives would go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six years ago today, we began to plan our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We succeeded on the first try. Joe joined us August 9th, 2004.  7 weeks early. He was so small and perfect in our arms. We took him home on his 19th day. We watched him grow, and smile, and walk, and giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We needed to expand on our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again we succeeded on the first try. Kristen was diagnosed at 20 weeks gestation with Congenital Diaphragmatic Hernia.  There was a hole in her diaphram on her right side allowing her liver, and small and large bowel up into her chest cavity.  We were given a 50/50 chance of survival. She joined us on Feb 12, 2006. 3 weeks early. We could not hold her. We did not even hear her cry. She fought hard, and succeeded.  I took her home after 3 months in hospital, on my birthday! May 9, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of the therapy, feeding issues, hearing loss, constant worry...we decided that our family still wasn't quite complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, with not much time we succeeded after 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney joined us 5 weeks early, on Feb 13, 2008. She too was so small and so perfect. This time we got to hold her right away. Gary got to cut the cord that provided her life inside of me. She stayed in hospital for 6 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Courtney was just 5 months old, we got Joe diagnosed with ASD. (Autism Spectrum Disorder). It was hard to take at first. We knew that there was going to be complications with Kristen. And delay's, and challenges. With Joe, we were prepared and kind of knew something was off...but hearing it and reading it in a 15 page report was hard. We moved on, and have gotten Joe the help that he needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought that our family was complete...well someone else had a plan for us! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without even trying we conceived again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the baby came, we got diagnosis that Kristen too is on the ASD. It didn't seem to bother us so much this time...we knew that there would be even more supports in place for her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny joined us 8 weeks early, on Aug 20, 2009. We thought the other's were small!! Yikes, not so much! Kenny was so tiny. But perfect. We waited for Kenny to come home and kept waiting and waiting.  His Bradycardia (heart rate slowing) kept on going. So the Dr did a head ultrasound to find significant brain injury.  Wow! This hit us like a ton of bricks. After we gathered ourselves, and got all of the information, we have moved on from diagosis, and have people in place to help keep Kenny on track.  He came home on day 47 from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six years ago today, I would have never guessed that we would have had the ups and downs, the good the bad and the ugly. We are still in love, some days more than others...lol!! ;) But in six years, as a couple, I don't think that we could have been tested more in our relationship. We have become so strong because of our kids, and for our kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six years ago today, I would have never guessed that my life partner, best friend, husband, and father of my children would have helped to create such wonderful children with me, and such a wonderful family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six years ago today, I married my Best Friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-4180130555824185795?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/4180130555824185795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/11/6-years-ago-today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/4180130555824185795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/4180130555824185795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/11/6-years-ago-today.html' title='6 years ago today'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-6648766816584320129</id><published>2009-10-30T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:49:39.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel Andrew</title><content type='html'>Again I hate making these posts.  They say that the survival rate of CDH is 50/50!! I some how find that hard to believe by the amounts of Cherubs earning their Angel wings.  Please keep Andrew's family in your thoughts and prayers.  http://babyandrewhobbs.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-6648766816584320129?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/6648766816584320129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/10/angel-andrew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6648766816584320129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/6648766816584320129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/10/angel-andrew.html' title='Angel Andrew'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-4588136983882026534</id><published>2009-10-29T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:57:25.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!! He's gained weight</title><content type='html'>After Kenny's week of power puking and being 8lbs 3 oz for a week, he ended up gaining 10 oz over the last week!!!  It's really amazing how quickly the reflux med's have helped him. He's getting his neck strength going on now, and starting to smile at us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney, well poor little girl is getting two eye teeth in! She actually looked at Daddy today pointed to her gums and said "owie".  So cute! So sad at the same time. I have to say, after having two speech/ and developmentally delayed kids first, watching a child develop 'normally' has been quite neat! The language that she has at 20 mths old already just blows my mind! It's great though, because she's a great model for Kristen and I think that Kristen is learning from her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-4588136983882026534?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/4588136983882026534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow-hes-gained-weight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/4588136983882026534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/4588136983882026534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow-hes-gained-weight.html' title='WOW!! He&apos;s gained weight'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-2356436356444961971</id><published>2009-10-27T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:11:33.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally settled out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/Sue2T8aUDEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/a9RuVgPzDD0/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/Sue2T8aUDEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/a9RuVgPzDD0/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397483132177091650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/Sue2TsvLWlI/AAAAAAAAALw/_KeLXviUDYA/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/Sue2TsvLWlI/AAAAAAAAALw/_KeLXviUDYA/s400/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397483127969634898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/Sue2TJ0In0I/AAAAAAAAALo/Di3BK4I--z4/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/Sue2TJ0In0I/AAAAAAAAALo/Di3BK4I--z4/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397483118595186498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/Sue2Sqg-UWI/AAAAAAAAALg/QlkLYVrCDYE/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/Sue2Sqg-UWI/AAAAAAAAALg/QlkLYVrCDYE/s400/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397483110193320290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Kenny's reflux has mellowed out. My fears of the unknown reasons are also going to be put to rest with his scheduled head ultrasound on Fri.  Too bad it took so long to get a damn appointment. I'm pretty sure that it's not due to the pressures of the brain, but what if it was! How can they let it go so long with such a worrysome issue??!! It's really rediculas. But his med's are helping, and he's now able to get some more tummy time and is lifting himself up onto his forearms! I'm so impressed!! He even did some cooing at his toys yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen has been doing some amazing things with her communication as well!!! I'm so proud of her when she does. It's becoming so much more conventional types of talking/signing that it's just so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney, well she's gonna make me gray I tell ya!!!...lol....You can tell from the picture of her in Kenny's crib with him sleeping in it!! Crazy kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe has been doing a lot more Autistic like behaviours lately. It's kinda our fault though. He does seem to benifit from the Gluten free/ Casin free diet. I feel sorry for the kid.  It's almost like watching someone with terrets syndrome (sorry for the spelling), and he can't help but do the behaviors. So now we just have to wait for the Gluten to leave his body, and my calm happy Joe will come back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-2356436356444961971?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/2356436356444961971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-settled-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/2356436356444961971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/2356436356444961971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-settled-out.html' title='Finally settled out'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/Sue2T8aUDEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/a9RuVgPzDD0/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-1314630337251633888</id><published>2009-10-23T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T20:03:52.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It seems it's getting better</title><content type='html'>Thank goodness. It seems like the med's are finally helping the poor little fella.  He's not screaming through his feeds anymore, and eating more again. Thank god we had Kristen and I now have the knowledge in what to do to help so that we could avoid feeding issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also seems that Kenny's eyes are more focused and he's starting to track now.  We still have to go to the eye dr to get confirmed how much he is seeing and what that's going to look like.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything around here is looking up, and is A-O-K!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981063731285312566-1314630337251633888?l=bobdoble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/feeds/1314630337251633888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-seems-its-getting-better.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/1314630337251633888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981063731285312566/posts/default/1314630337251633888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobdoble.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-seems-its-getting-better.html' title='It seems it&apos;s getting better'/><author><name>bobdoble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878083420488980881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JfDcCPcmNzs/TUyk1kidqaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6yo6126QYBo/s220/113.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981063731285312566.post-965614916762377095</id><published>2009-10-22T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T12:26:14.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The upper GI showed nothing so far</title><content type='html'>So the Upper GI study showed nothing so far. So I stalked out the ped because I knew that he was on call at the hospital...lol.  And he told me just to go to his office, it's across the street from the hospital, and we got the prescription for Omeprazole.  So here we go with another waiting game of seeing if this works. 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