Life Is Good: Dog Food

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Dog Food

Ryan often (and I mean very often) gets ~~reprimanded~~ redirected when it comes to the dog food. For some crazy reason he thinks he's a puppy. It couldn't be because we call him a puppy sometimes, could it? I can't tell you how many times I've found him on all fours eating the dog food out of the dog dish. I figure it won't hurt him with all of the animal rights activists keeping tabs on the health and well-being of the four-legged-beasts as though they were more precious than our children. Oh, but, never mind...that's the start of a rant. Anyway...dog food is probably fairly safe to eat, but I don't really want him to eat it as a main course...or a side dish...or dessert.

Since dog food is off limits today Ryan came up with his own version of...

..."just let me be a puppy."

Yes...he put his chips in the dog dish and ate them. Oh well...at least it wasn't dog food.

Just a quick update on me...
I've been doing well. Yesterday was the first day I really started feeling more like myself again. My "wounds" are healing well, and for the most part I'm not having much discomfort. I'm still on a couple antibiotics, but I'll be finishing those in a few days. After that I'll be calling the doctor for a different medicine. :)

Recent ongoings...
Yesterday we went to the NICU reunion at Mercy. It was wonderful. It was great to see all the amazing miracles and their families. I wish more of the nurses, doctors and RTs could have stopped by, but that just means we need to go for a visit to the NICU. It's been awhile.

3 comments:

Jodi said...: I think Olivia often thinks she is a dog as well. She says "woof woof" more than anything else. And, she has it mastered. . .you'd think there was a dog nearby. To bad Ryan and Olivia couldn't have a playdate. . .those two would be two crazy puppies!

Thinking of you and hope your recovery is going well.; July 22, 2009 at 9:45 PM
Kim said...: We had a problem with Kaleb and dog food until we actually let him try it. He's never gone back to the bowl again!

Ryan's bowl of "dog food" is too cute! What a clever...and adorable...little guy...I mean puppy...you have!; July 22, 2009 at 10:04 PM
Hilary said...: Glad your feeling better..that crazy guy and his food bowl..how cute! :); July 23, 2009 at 8:27 AM

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Brandy Danielle

Brandy is our firstborn, our precious angel baby girl. Her entry into this world wasn't without excitement. At 26 weeks I started preterm labor with contractions 5 minutes apart. With 10 weeks of strict bedrest, most of which were in the hospital, she made it to 36 weeks.
Brandy was diagnosed with "possible/probable" heart defect around 28-30 weeks gestation. After her birth she was whisked away to the NICU for monitoring and after a few days her defect was formally diagnosed and labeled...atrial septal defect and a cleft mitral valve.
Brandy, upon indications of failure to thrive and pulmonary hypertension, underwent her first of 2 open-heart surgeries at 4 months of age. A week after her surgery on the day of her anticipated discharge home Brandy coded for 13 minutes...a stoke.
From that point on Brandy's life was full of doctor's visits, endless crying, pain and suffering. She underwent another heart surgery, fundoplication and g-tube surgery, treatment for infantile spasms, and a mountain of tests and procedures. Her brain damage was extensive.
Upon counseling of our wonderful, most amazing heart surgeon, Dr. Christopher Knott-Craig, and many hours of prayer, we finally called in hospice and called off all of the extensive medical interventions and surgery needs that would prolong her suffering while possibly prolonging her life. Brandy, our precious baby girl...our angel...passed out of our arms and into the arms of her Saviour, Jesus at the tender age of 17 months.

Ryan Andrew

Ryan, our micro-preemie miracle, is a ball of life. After nearly a year of trying to conceive imagine our delight when we finally knew he was on the way. My pregnancy with Ryan was uneventful at first. It seemed perfect and with all of the precautions for preterm labor being taken and monitored we entered this pregnancy with cautious anticipation covered over by a whole love of naive excitement.
At 20 weeks we discovered our "Baby Peanut" was going to be a little boy. We began to make plans and began dreaming about the day we would meet our son.
Almost 2 weeks later everything changed in our lives. It wa a whirlwind of fear and emtions as I began to bleed, was sent for monitoring in L&D and eventually had an appointment with my OB only to find out that it was serious. I had incompetent cervix with hourglassing membranes. The doctor admitted me to the hospital immediately and an emergency cerclage was placed. The statistics were grim, but the hope was to keep our son inside for at least 10 more weeks. We only made it 10 more days.
Early in the evening of February 11, 2007 our son, Ryan, came into this world in emergency fashion at only 23 weeks 5 days gestation. He weighed 1 pound 8 ounces and was 12 ½ inches long. He was so tiny. All I could think of was “oh my goodness is he really that tiny? And is there any way he could actually make it?” I tried to hold on to hope, but in all honesty I had never met anyone with a baby born that early and that small that ever made it.
Ryan did make it! It was a long, hard road, but in the end he spent 90 days in the NICU. He was on a ventilator for 2 months. Finally on one fine glorious day in May we bundled up our 4 pound 4 ounce baby boy and went home...May 11, 2007.
Ryan is now a spunky, lively, strong-willed little boy. His laughter is contagious and his spirit is compelling. He is our miracle. There are no words strong enough to share our delight and joy that God has blessed us with this little boy.

Evan Alexander