This is way behind in being posted but I still wanted to write it even though it is about three months delayed.
We have become close with a special family. Their mommy (aka Iron Woman) is going to graduate school. Having done that with two small children I know how tough it is. She's just as crazy as I am and is doing it with three small children. We have a fairly complex schedule of juggling kid duties on my non-work days (Tues-Thurs). We are more than happy to do it to help as part of a team effort to help her through school. Let me tell you, it has been such a blessing to us to have these kiddos around and to have this special family in our lives.
For the girls' birthdays this summer I made them Frozen dresses. The older, L (T's age), asked me one day on the way home from kindergarten last year, "Ms. J, could you make me a Frozen dress?" (as I had just made one for Sarah). I replied, "I don't know, L. I have a lot of projects going on. Maybe I can finish it for Christmas." She was totally fine with that. Well, I really wanted to get them done for their birthdays. At that point, there were very few Frozen costumes or even homemade Frozen dresses available. I had designed my older daughter's from my own ideas. It was not perfect but it was comfortable, washable, and most importantly, sufficiently Frozen for her.
It took about a month to pull these together but it was worth the expression on L's face when she saw it. She would lament to me, "Christmas is a long time away". So I had a little "Christmas in July" gathering for our two families - put up a tree and hung stockings and everything. I had the gifts wrapped under the tree and at the end of our evening together they opened their gifts. I kept waiting for the "ah hah" moment when L would realize what Christmas in July meant but she did not quite catch on which was also exciting because it kept things a surprise. When gifts were opened, she was one happy girl. There is a photo of L with arms in the air from excitement.
However, this event did spark a tradition which we plan to pursue each year and that is "Christmas in July". My four year old, Lil Sister or S, wanted to hear about Baby Jesus every night before bed for several nights and she still requests Jesus stories for bedtime. Because all of us have birthdays around Christmas as well as all the craziness the holiday season brings, getting the full dose of Christmas joy is often hard. This was a great way to be able to bring that back and focus on the true meaning versus just going from one family gathering or event to another.
Some of the photos are provided by Iron Woman and some I took. I have to say, the girls' dresses turned out better than S's. She still loves hers, though, and I will likely make her another when she out grows this current one or decides she wants a different look. Oh, and it went perfectly as L and B's birthday party was, of course - Frozen!
About the photos - early ones are from our Christmas in July celebration - tree, cookie making, Nativity stickers, cookie decorating (oh yes, it went everywhere and I am still finding Christmas colored food beads but it was still awesome), and gift opening.
I have also included some of just the dresses and how I put them together. (I used buttons to attach the capes versus velco. I crocheted the snowflakes and the edging on the dresses. I did also make the crowns and the storage bags.
I also had to make my little baby daughter a special dress to wear to the birthday party - an Anna dress (she was SO cute I just kept smiling seeing her in her little dress).
I also added some photos of S wearing her Frozen wig which I made from yarn. I crocheted a few snowflakes to put on it so it looks more Frozeny (I think that word needs to be added to the English dictionary after all the crazy Frozen phenomenon.
Last set of photos are the girls wearing their dresses and maybe one crazy one of their older brother being silly wearing the matching gloves (that was my sweet Hubby's contribution - he wanted in on the fun, too). Little B was showing her unhappiness that I made the sleeves of her dress a bit too tight. Don't worry, I think the problem has since been fixed as I put in new elastic in them.
First, she is fine and will be fine. It's just been a rough road getting it all figured out. The ironic thing about it is I promised a posting years ago based on a school project to post about pediatric urinary tract infections and I never wrote it. I think I was suffering school burn out at that point. However, I watched it all unfold exactly like a classic text book version right before my eyes despite my denial.
Fair warning - this is long so if you chose to skim or skip, I won't be offended. This blog is for my reference and family history so I like to keep it detailed. Plus, I type freakishly fast.
As I wrote previously about Baby (we will refer to her as BB - the acronym is perfect for so many reasons and it's what T dubbed her not to be confused with Bebe Sister which was what he called his other sister) she had several days of high fevers and after some time and testing it was finally determined that her primary illness was a urinary tract infection but she developed pneumonia in the interim while we were waiting on a diagnosis. I think from frequent visits to the hospital or pediatric clinic she acquired the pneumonia. I am always amazed when patients want me to have them admitted to the "sterile environment of the hospital". I do everything possible to keep them away from there. It is full of germs and all sorts of bad stuff. Most kids first antibiotics are amoxicillin. Our daughter started a bang with Azithromycin followed by Augmentin. Yes, she had a great case of diarrhea. That was no fun but she was feeling so much better and after the two weeks of antibiotics she was great and the bowel issues resolves.
Then at her 9 month well check which I postponed until 10 months (no vaccines were going to be given so I was not worried about being a little behind), she had dropped on her growth curves by about 50% for both weight and height. I asked for a re-measurement of her head and that actually got bigger so I was not as worried. With this, we decided further studies should be done for her after an febrile urinary tract infection. With her temperature being 104 degrees, it was probably a kidney infection and we needed to make sure no ongoing damage was happening.
I took BB to get a kidney ultrasound. It was about as easy an imaging experience as one could have. We had no wait and BB was in a great mood and sat perfectly still. It took less than 15 minutes to perform. By that afternoon we had results. There were some structural abnormalities on the scan - her pelvis was separated. Our pediatrician who is also a NP (and a mentor to me) called a urologist to discuss the case. The recommendation was prophylactic antibiotics, consult, and a VCUG (voiding cystourogram - fancy terms for putting a catheter into the bladder, filling it with contrast, then imaging it as the patient voids or urinates).
Images are a groggy baby following her kidney scan. No photos were taken during the VCUG - I was too nervous and BB was not a happy camper that day.
Pause for a moment.
So, from a clinical stand point I totally understood all this and could accept it. This is where it gets tough to be a health care professional and a parent at the same time. My head was saying, "Yes, yes, yes - this is what is needed" but my heart was saying, "No, no, no, I don't want to do this to my baby." It was a rough week. I scheduled the VCUG but when the scheduler reviewed how it was going to happen I started to freak out a bit based on the description she gave me. Now in her defense, she is a lay person with no medical training. So, really, she did not know what she was talking about. After I got off the phone I started inquiring about getting sedation so my baby would not be traumatized by all the events. Then I call our NP who called radiology. She suggested I do the same which I did. The description the scheduler gave was not accurate. So, I opted to go without sedation and made all the final arrangements. My awesome pediatrician still send an order for sedation if needed.
The morning of the test I was a wreck. I am an anxious person by nature but I now know what my patients say about having a full on anxiety attack where they feel like they have to leave and leave immediately due to anxiety. Wow! I hate medical procedures on me but I was actually wishing there was some way I could trade places with my baby. I was terrified for her. Lots of prayers and deep breathing and amazing hospital staff and I was ready to take my sweet little baby back for her test. I think all the prayers people were offering on her behalf really kicked in at that point, too. Only one parent was allowed to accompany her so I had Hubby stay home with our other children while I took the baby. Plus, with medical stuff, he does defer to me with my background. Next time, I will ask for the Xanax for me rather than her!
I had also contacted T's pediatric surgeon to see if she would be around and able to visit us at the hospital. We've become friends and I was thinking another friendly face would help ease my anxiety. However, she was out of town taking her boards but she gave lots of good advice and it helped knowing another person was sending good thoughts our way. Plus, she thought the plan in place was a good one as well as approved of our urologist.
The other person that was a blessing to speak with was T's kindergarten teacher. Over the summer we developed a great relationship outside of school with her. We always adored her but our time outside the classroom has been wonderful. As it turns out, her daughter went through the same thing. It was so nice to hear from her what she went through and how it made her feel. Plus, she's the classic kindergarten teacher so she makes you feel great about everything.
The test itself was not a fun experience. The kidney ultrasound, that was cool and kind of fun - like re-living when she was in the womb except seeing her insides with her outside. This was not like that. The room was kind of scary with all the big machines, wires, and a giant stainless steel toilet. BB was put in a cute little gown. At this point she was starting to get horrible diaper rash from the daily antibiotics. It was starting to get bad but it would get far worse before it got better. At this point, I had to switch her away from cloth diapers because of it. We were concerned that swelling from the rash would interfere with placement of the catheter so the nurse brought down a super tiny one. BB did not even flinch when they put it in. That was the part I was most worried about. When her bladder would get really full with the contrast she did not like that either but it did not seem particularly painful. What was hard was making her lay still and awake for about 45 minutes with her legs stretched so she would not pull out the catheter. I was draped in a lead-lined suit and at the head of the bed. Two techs and the radiologist were also present. The techs and the radiologist (who is a medical doctor) were awesome. The RN who placed the catheter was also wonderful.
I actually really enjoyed that the pediatric radiologist was a person my size. I'm pretty small and quite sensitize to the fact that my 6 year old is almost as big as me but she was the same way. It just felt good to talk with someone and not feel like I was literally being looked down upon. (It's why I often sit while my pediatric patients sit up on the exam table - so the can look down on me. Much less intimidating, I think.) I was especially intrigued by her lead-line glasses.
BB cried a lot. At one point she almost fell asleep but they needed her to roll from side to side so it woke her up. They would push lightly on her abdomen to get her to urinate and then if that did not work they would pour warm water on her to get her to do it. She was not happy with that but the whole point is to see what happens when she urinates. Several times she would look sadly at me and sign for milk. One tech said I was welcome to feed her but did not realize that would involve me stripping out of my lead suit. I explained that I did not think it was about needing milk as much as it was about comfort. They were young and did not have children so it was okay. I sure felt helpless so I sang her special song and stroked her head. I don't think it helped her feel better but it did help me feel better.
Sure enough, I saw it on the screen - reflux. As soon as she peed on the table I watched the contrast media back up into the left kidney. I saw it before the radiologist even said anything. Later that day the official reading said stage II. There are 5 stages so this is pretty good. There is about an 85% chance she will outgrow it. The bad news is that it could mean years of daily antibiotics to prevent infection. Recurrent infection is damaging to the kidneys which is why it is essential to prevent it and infection does not always manifest outwardly which is another reason it is important she stay on the medication.
Well, as I said the diaper rash worsened mostly because the diarrhea worsened. She was going about 7-8 times per day. At this point, my morale was also suffering. I was tired in so many aspects. Oh, and we had a vacation coming up, too. More on that later.
I tried a variety of things to treat the diaper rash, including switching away from cloth diapers. The problem did not seem to be the diapers as much as it was the constant diarrhea. Plus, the rash was taking on a blistering appearance and I was concerned for a yeast infection. I spoke with one of my favorite pharmacy groups in town (they do a lot of our stuff for my work) and had a special diaper rash cream compounded and also treated with a topical antifungal. At the suggestion of our pediatric surgeon friend BB and I both started probiotics. This seemed fine but again, I had to get the diarrhea slowed. I tried a day of just breastmilk. I tried eliminating all stone fruits. Then eliminating all fruits and veggies. Then a sweet friend brought over zucchini banana muffins and BB loved them. That's when the idea came to me to go on a banana only diet to see if that slowed her bowels. It took a full week. Plus, at one point while we were on vacation (yes, we managed to make it), Hubby accidentally switched the priobiotics and BB got mine which I think are a bit more concentrated. Since then, things have slowed significantly. Maybe the bananas, maybe the priobiotics, maybe getting used to the meds, or maybe maturity. It's better. Her bottom has scarring from the rash but I think with time that will resolve. I like to treat yeast for a week past symptom resolution so we're getting close there. I will do the same with the non-cloth diapers before switching back (it was viscerally upsetting to spend money on diapers when I have so many re-usable but I am learning to get over such things).
Now, we see the urologist this coming week. I don't expect new information. The plan for now is to continue the antibiotics for the next year. Repeat kidney imaging 3 months from the initial, and repeat VCUG in a year.
The past month has been a bit of a fog with everything. As I said, BB is fine and will be fine. If the urethral reflux does not resolve on it's own then she has surgery and she will be fine. The antibiotics have been horrible and the testing is really not fun, but it's not cancer and it is something we can and will handle.
The true blessing in all of this is the amazing people who have been so supportive and kind to us - offering a shoulder to cry or to vent to, offering words of wisdom and hope through His words, friends who bring over cakes and muffins as comfort foods, and friends just being friends. It makes me realize that tough times are essential so that we can see how truly blessed we are.
As our last bit of summer fun before the school year kicks off, we took the kids to the fair. Until today. they had never been to the fair.
We first went to see the animals knowing that once the kids starting playing games and doing rides, they would not want to do anything else.
Our total time there was about 3 1/2 hours. We saw the animals, feed some animals, ate marginal food, watched the kids do rides (first rides ever), and played some games. Everything was super expensive and way over stimulating but the kids LOVED it and had a great time. It helped that some friends joined us. I even peeked at the very end at the crafted items - getting an idea of something I should crochet next year. This year, with Baby's illnesses, I ran out of time to make something. Next year - I'll get it together and enter something.
Some highlights:
1) When we arrived, the baby was excited. She kept dancing to the music and squealing with delight. She just wants to be one of the big kids.
2) The kids enjoyed having their friends join in.
3) Baby loved the chicks - she started pointing today as she saw them. The expression of interest on her face was wonderful.
4) Big Sister is a great darts player. She excelled at the games. T also loved playing the games, too.
5) The Dragon roller coaster was their first ever ride - Sister loved it, T said it was pretty scary.
6) Sister enjoyed her cotton candy and it was the first cotton candy I have ever bought for myself or the kids. T, of course, does not like such sweet things. I even tried to get him to taste it and you would have thought I was torturing him by his expression (I did not capture a photo of that).
7) Big Sister was too small for the fun house but our friend waved her hand and told the ticket attendant, "She can go right in" - and she did! We say she used The Force.
Here are photos to go with these highlights:
(Monday T starts first grade. He met his teacher on Friday and it was a good meeting. Plus, his close friend L is going to be in his class so all should be good.)
This is definitely a little behind schedule. Here's why...
About 4 weeks ago our baby daughter developed a fever. She came home from the sitters at 7:00 and then about 2 hours later I noticed she felt warm. I checked her temperature and it was 101.3. I gave Tylenol and we watched her. Over the next couple of days here fever was pretty steady - high, high, high at 103-104. She was also pretty grumpy and needed to be held most of the time. We stayed home most of the time, too.
Then, after about 2 1/2 days the fever resolved for about 30 hours so I felt good about dropping her with the sitter. I went into work and Ms. B sent me a message saying BB was warm and her temperature was 101. I notified my office manager my afternoon patients would have to be canceled and I called my pediatrician's office to schedule an appointment.
We went right from Ms. B's to the pediatric clinic. Her temperature was dropping since we administered Tylenol and the on call doctor (not our normal provider) could not find anything wrong with her. With her duration of fever without cause she mentioned the three differential diagnoses which I know all too well - pneumonia, urinary tract infection, and sepsis. We agreed that she did not seem septic and her lungs sounded clear. She suggested a urinalysis. However,getting a clean catch sample from a baby is usually done via catheter. I declined because I thought I could get a clean catch sample from her since we do elimination communication. The doctor asked a few questions about how I did it and was surprised but agreed to let me give it a try.
I took BB home and I followed her around for 2 hours in the bathroom waiting to collect my specimen. Finally, she went and I caught what I needed for collection purposes. It was a Friday night so I had to run it to the hospital where the doctor was on call. I noted it was kind of odd that the person taking the sample at the hospital did not ask for any information from me. I actually stopped at the registration desk to give my info.
The next day I received a call from the doctor and the hospital, the specimen had been mishandled and it needed to be redone (I handled this well - honestly, I think with age I really am getting more patient, kids can do that to a person). Since the lab was closed I had to go into the actual hospital lab and get another collection cup. I drove down to the hospital again and brought home yet another collection cup. I was able to get another urine specimen that night but we could not take it in until Monday.
Monday we dropped it off and I had the day off but the baby was getting worse over the weekend. She seemed a little less feverish but then woke up Monday with her fever jumping from 101 to 103 and staying there. Even with medications she was still feverish and she had developed a productive cough. I pulled out my own stethoscope and could hear crackles over her left mid-lower lobes. Finally, I decided it was time to do something and the pediatric clinic was not calling back fast enough for my comfort.
I was missing a management meeting because the baby was ill. At that management meeting all three of the doctors I work with would be there. I called my boss and asked him to take a look at my baby. He, of course, agreed. I immediately drove over to the office. When her temperature was checked it was 103. He listened and definitely found some focal findings in the same place I had heard the crackles. He started her on antibiotics for pneumonia.
The next day BB's fever was resolving and I called the ped's clinic to check on urine results. They were positive and we needed to wait on the culture but we had to change antibiotics to cover for both infections. The antibiotics would then end up being nearly as bad as the illnesses themselves.
It was a rough 2 weeks but we all survived. Thank you to everyone offered help and prayers.
This would be why we are behind a few things. For now, I will leave you with our photos from July 4th fireworks. It is becoming a bit of a tradition for our neighbors to bring their fireworks over, combine with ours, and make a nice little display. The kids enjoyed it once again. BB was fast asleep inside but Grandma and Grandpa N joined us which was a special treat. The smoke bombs, pop-its, tanks, friendship pagodas, worms, and sparklers are always big hits. This year we added some laying hens and turtles. I even made some shields out of plastic cups so the kids would not get sparkler sparks on their hands.
There are moments in my life when I can see divine providence guiding me. Recall my current job and how it all came full circle? Well, once again, I was guided to something amazing. As with my first "Full Circle" posting, this one is also long so be forewarned. If you skip to the final paragraph, it pretty much summarizes, but I wanted to put all the details into words.
In March of 2013 it was time for kindergarten registration; our first child was going to be starting school. We drove to registration, our little guy at home with his Nan, and we stood anxiously in line with all the other parents. nervous and excited all at once. This was a big deal for us, and it was our first time at our school (minus voting). We worked very hard to stay in this neighborhood so our kids could attend this school, but so far all we had really benefited from the school was it's big jungle gym. Finally, we were going to get going.
I myself was feeling horrible from early pregnancy symptoms, so I was not the most outgoing or friendly person. My husband is always very social and instantly stuck up a conversation with a lady who was behind us in line. I remember simply trying not to vomit, but he stood in line and chatted with her and her little girls. She had these two beautiful blond haired, blue eyed girls with her. Before I knew it, Hubby was asking her about teachers and the various programs the school offered. It turns out she has a very precocious son who sounded very similar to T. She offered suggestions on teachers and advice on entering school and we parted ways thinking we might someday encounter her again after school started. When we got to the front of the line, we followed her suggestion regarding a teacher request. Again, my Hubby did the talking, mostly because I was checked out, again trying not to vomit on anyone. And to be clear, at our school, you cannot 'choose' a kindergarten teacher, but you can request one. So he did! We left the school feeling good. Everything was SO positive.
Fast forward a few months to August when my mother became severely ill and spent a week in the hospital. A bad combination of drugs led her to stage 3 kidney failure and a really rough patch. Today, she has bounced back pretty well, but it seems certain now she won't ever be at the level of energy she was at prior to that August. I should also mention that for years, my mother has been our on-call babysitter and and auxiliary caregiver, so she has been pretty pivotal in our kids' lives. Well, only a couple weeks before she got sick, Hubby found himself between jobs. It was actually divine providence again he was available because our child care situation would have been a train wreck without his being free to take care of everyone. I was working as many extra days as possible in preparation for maternity leave, sometimes 3 and 4 days a week. I wanted to have my maternity leave fully paid for, you see. With my mother too sick to watch kids, and me working almost every day, having Hubby at home for the kids was a miracle. He never would have been able to get that kind of time off from his old work.
In late August, T's school started. As it turned out, the daughter of the the nice lady from the Kindergarten registration line was in T's class! Every day Hubby would drop of T (with sister watching) and meet the nice lady and her kids dropping off her daughter. Later each day Hubby would pick up T and there was the nice lady waiting for her daughter. Hubby would come home saying he had visited with for all of 10 minutes, chatting the universal language of parenting and exchanging stories of our daughters latest antics. Hubby remembered sharing a particularly difficult tantrums with her and she gave him very calm and caring advice that seriously helped him weather other tantrums. I remembered I would sometimes see this woman and she was always nice to me, but I always forget her name! I remembered it I could not recall how the "a" sound was pronounced. Probably pregnancy brain related.... Can we just say it was that??? Anyway, Hubby would share our tales of false labor and the nice lady was always kind to offer any type of help possible. He even told me she was going to school in preparation for graduate school at the same place I went to graduate school! He kept saying that this person and I had a ton in common but I was so consumed with hormones and getting a baby out of my body that I developed a deaf ear when such a topic came up.
The due date for the baby was rapidly approaching and I was starting to get a little concerned about who was going to take care of the baby. My Mother was still not well. We were calling local daycares and getting on waiting lists, but my heart would always sink thinking about our baby being in an institutional setting while away from me. Hubby was only without a job for about 6 weeks, so the big kids had transferred to JFK and were loving it. However, children must be 3 years old to be able to go there. What were we going to do?
Hubby suggested he email the nice lady and ask for advice. He said she seemed 'really wired' into our local school community and she might know someone who would want to earn extra money watching a baby a couple days a week He had her email address because he had, only the week before, gone to a school event and taken pictures of all the kids and her camera wasn't working, so he had sent her a copy of the class photo. We had FINALLY gotten the pronunciation of her name down. She was KN. I felt awkward at the idea of this I think in a moment of frustration looking at daycare, so I agreed to let him write to her about it. The two traded emails back and forth and almost immediately, she said she thought she knew someone. And suddenly I found myself emailing with this KN, too! She had a friend that was interested and she passed along her contact info.
Honestly, I was really skeptical and grumpy, but I felt that after all my husband's hard work I had at least better call this person. It was only polite, especially since KN had gone out of her way to do the leg work and ask around. So, I made the obligatory phone call fully expecting to just say, "Thanks but I think we're going a different direction." After trading a couple voice messages back and forth I finally spoke on the phone with this person. KN told me via email she was wonderful and would even trust her own children with this woman, but really I did not know KN all that well so that didn't mean anything at the time. The person KN recommended to me was Ms. B. Ms B. and I chatted for a while and I explained some of the unique thing I was looking for in a sitter. She was fine with all of them. She had excellent questions and seemed very kind, scholarly, and while we spoke, I listened to how she handled her children's interruptions. We set up a meeting but after hanging up I was pretty much sold. I just had this instant good feeling. I called Hubby and said, "I think we just found the perfect person to take care of our baby!" My heart was so happy and I was no longer feeling the dread of returning to work. I love my job but I was ready to give it all up if I could not find the right care for our daughter.
Shortly after our phone conversation I met Ms. B in person along with her youngest child. She held our tiny five week old BB and marveled at how tiny she was. I loved her family's simple Christian lifestyle and lack of TV ownership. We don't have TVs in our house) Ms B was simply wonderful! I think she had more questions than I did during our our visit. By the time of our meeting, though, KN and I had traded a few email messages and I was learning more about Ms. B. As it turns out, when KN moved to our town her first friend was Ms. B. They have kids the same ages and have been close friends since then. Some of their kids have grown up together literally from birth.
Just before Christmas break, KN and I had our first play date. I was so sleep deprived I don't remember too much, but it was 3 1/2 hours long and epic. It was also KN's birthday and I was utterly charmed by her tale of how her kids were late to school because they made her breakfast. The time during our playdate passed so quickly because we just sat there chatting but I think she was secretly stalling so she could soak up all the baby snuggles she could get. I know now she is a grand master of baby whispering. As it turned out, my husband was right about us having a lot in common. Height differences aside (seems we are both on opposite ends of the growth curve), she and I do have tons in common, more than just being moms to three kids (1 eldest boy, and two younger girls). On Lil Sister's birthday I watched her girls for the first time. After then, things just started clicking and we started hanging out all the time. Our kids get along quite wonderfully. In fact, too nicely sometimes. Our kids cry when they leave....
Somewhere in there, she found out she had to get her graduate school application in a lot sooner than expected. She was feeling stressed and overwhelmed. As it turns out when I was applying to grad school, I also had 2 weeks to get my stuff pulled together at the same university. I encouraged her to do it and as I expected, she did and was accepted into the program of her choosing. Having walked a similar path about 5 years prior, I felt a strong kinship with this person. Plus, making the transition to three kids has been a struggle for me and this woman was one of a few that was empathetic and helpful with many suggestions to make my life simplier and easier. She is also always the first to offer to step up and watch all three kids (once you have three kids, fewer and fewer people offer to help you out. Even some who wish they could help simply aren't up to two kids and an infant).
Now Ms. B - what a woman! She is so calm, considerate, and kind. Her calmness, though, amazes me. I feel so crazy busy sometimes running around chasing my kids but she is always together, no matter what craziness is going on around her. Her patience truly amazes me, too. Her kids are amazing which I believe is a testament to her parenting style. She and her family (her kids and Husband D as well) take little BB as one of their own on my work days and I cannot think of a better situation for us and our child care needs. Ms B. has been such a blessing to our lives. BB adores her and reaches for her every morning when I drop her off. Ms. B's kids are always so happy to see BB, too. I get photos and updates throughout the day. BB goes to the park, the pool, the zoo, library, all kinds of fun places. Plus, I have also gained another mom friend. It's truly wonderful.
By the way, it took several months before Ms. B, KN, and myself were all at the same place at the same time. Often the two of them would get together and I would be at work or I'd see KN at carpool time or Ms. B at drop off time. Finally one day at children's Bible story time (which Ms. B's family hosts) we were all present at the same place at the same time. Our families have only gotten together about five times total (two in just the last week, though) but we all see each other all the time. Honestly, I cannot believe we have not encountered each other before now. We know all the same people at the library and often attended the same puppet shows and children's events. Maybe it just had to happen at the right time so everything would transpire exactly as it needed to. Providence...
I cannot thank KN, whom I now call Iron Woman, enough for the positive impact she has been on my life. Had we not met at kindergarten registration and followed her advice on teachers (Mrs. T - and you've heard me go on and on about how awesome she is), had our kids be in the same class, and Hubby befriended her and ask her for assistance, we would not have Ms. B. Not only that, I would not have an epic friend whom I will treasure forever. (Our "Friends" TV show quoting contest, however, I may possibly lose.)
Photos - Ms. B, BB, and Iron Woman, then the view as I drop off BB on my work days, all 9 of our kids at the zoo.
