Rambo's Rampages...

7:45 am: Wake up and relieve the nurse. That's right. Holler! We got a night time nurse. From 12am - 8am I can sleep!! Well, I can sleep NOW. Let's just say the first nurse was not up to our standards. Actually, she shouldn't have been up to anyone's standards. I don't really consider almost overdosing a baby 4x over as really a very good start. I wonder if she went to work that night thinking, "Hey, lets see if I can get this baby to stop breathing." Thankfully, Ben was awake and downstairs and happened to see it so he was able to stop her. If that wasn't enough for us to ask her not to come back (but it was most definitely enough) she constantly messed with Rambo throughout the night despite our multiple requests to leave him alone. She didn't understand a lot of his issues nor did she believe he fell into the 'grey' in some of his care. To her there was only black or white. Needless to say, even though the nursing company tried to send h...

This makes me happy :) He has been looking at those toys for 6 weeks. Just watching them dangle inches from his body with no desire to reach out and get one. And suddenly, one day, he just did it. He thought "I'm gonna get you, seahorse." And he did! He happily played with that toy for 15 minutes. I love that little boy. :) :)

Actually, 'busy' has been the word.  It has been awhile since I've given an update - except in person to those I have seen. My apologies. We have been busy. But before I get to that I'd like to steal a moment away from Rambo because Ben and I celebrated our 8 year anniversary yesterday!! (And lets face it, guy, without us you would not be here) :) And thanks to my wonderful mother in law and sister in law (AND NO THANKS TO A NURSE, WHATSOEVER!) we were actually able to get out for several hours. We debated not coming back, but our natural parenting instincts wouldn't let us stay away.Correction, MY natural parenting instincts wouldn't let us. If it were up to Ben we would have run for the plains of Arkansas. Sometimes, I wonder if it wouldn't be nice to be a little more heartless..... ;) Anyway, this is called "Rambo's Rampages" for a reason. I'll get back to the star of the show: Weight has been the issue. Thankfully he seems to be ba...

In my effort to make myself feel better about having to drive a minivan it occurred to me that in my last post I may have come off as a little cocky. And that's definitely not me - I'm too perfect for that. (... get it?... too perfect.... ......) So, in an effort to gain your support once again, I have concocted a list of vehicles that are indeed better than ours. 1) Mercedes - pretty much anything take your pick. 2) De Tomas Pantera 3) A G6 is pretty fly. 4) Porsche. Porsche. Porsche. 5) ANYTHING that's not a minivan and some minivans. In all seriousness, the only way we were able to get the van is because God is good. He continues to meet our needs at every turn and for that we are thankful.

And it's true, if I was you, I'd be jealous of me. In my swagger wagon. Well, okay, I don't know about jealous - I mean, it is a minivan. BUT, check out those rear windows that roll down!! Rambo's ride is officially upscale. Now, we'll actually be able to go places as a family. Except, we still really can't go anywhere because of all the limitations of Rambos portable stuff, but we will be cruising to doctors appointments in style.  (And don't tell him I told you, but Ben doesn't even mind it that much. In fact, I dare say, he actually likes it.) Mothers day came and went as did Emma's 4th birthday. 4. Crazy. We are all still very much adjusting. Still waiting for a nurse. Still very tired. But Rambo was kind enough to let some of the attention be off him and on his big sister for an evening. And she took full advantage. (I don't know where she learned that, but it is pretty cute.) She had a great birthday party. She keeps growing and ...

  Just an onslaught of some random pictures since we've been home. He's seems to be happy :) Except between the hours of 5pm and 10pm. Then he's a monster. But he's still so sweet :) Israel loves his little brother :) I think he was singing him "Row row row your boat". According to Israel "It's pretty much his favorite song." Awww!!! Awwwww!! again. Amanda out. There is work to be done!

Prepare to be amazed. What you are about to read could quite possibly be one of the most defining moments in your life. Ode to Rebecca - head of Clinical Customer Service PICU Rebecca you are really sweet. You give me jolly rancher treats. The PICU was your stomping grounds But you braved the NICU on your rounds. Coffee, water, a rocking chair, If you could get it, it was there. (Except, of course, our vacation pack. Yes, we are still waiting on that.) We'd sit and while away the time. You like the Ravens - what a crime! Rambo loves you, he tells me each day. A broken heart he sends your way. You were something special we always knew. And proof - a coffee card on cue!  You gave us Vince Lombardi's trophy Now we give you Rambo's Remedy To you and yours we bid adieu. Goodbye First Big, Goodbye PICU. I know what you're thinking: "How does she do it?" It's a gift really.