Training

I really should be no stranger to the land of overwhelm. I think it more irritates me than anything.

The other day Wayne and I had a conversation that went like this:

"Um...Wayne, I really have been training you for quite a number of years now...." pause

"Are you wondering when some of that is going to start paying off?"

"Kind of." LOL

*sigh*

The point is this. We can plan everything perfectly but people and situations still happen and we are only in control of ourselves...and honestly..I can't even really control my own self. (haha. I think I am funny!)

We have 4 days til we leave, 5 technically I suppose. The house is a disaster. The more we pack, the worse it gets. Somehow that doesn't seem quite right.

I am enormously grateful that Cayde is ok, but I was nearly knocked dumb when he was admitted to the hospital over the weekend. It was so reminiscent of his early days which ironically seem so long ago. They were so scary. He couldn't breathe well after he was put under anesthesia for a quick tongue clipping, a quick out patient procedure. But Cayde is obviously my son, and won't be doing things like other people..no, he will be taking a step out of the box thank you very much.

My thought process suddenly went from we "are" moving in a week in a half to we "are supposed" to move in a week in a half. We kept on with our plans but obviously he comes first and we did not know what was going to happen. Fortunately he opted to start breathing again and we are good. My heart can't take much more.

Oh! Speaking of hearts...Cayde has a little grouping of holes in his heart called an ASD. The Cardiologist said it should close on it's own between 18 months old and 3 years. he takes 2 meds to help with this. We went for a check-up and Wa-la! They are closed! so stop the meds and no more cardiologist visits. the Pulmonologist recently gave us the same clean bill of health. no more check ups with the Lung doctor which is amazing considering lungs are micro-preemies biggest issue! What a blessing!

(By the way-the reason he wasn't breathing well was because he was getting a cold and we did not know it...so that along with the anesthesia and his small lungs was just a bit much for him. a few days of oxygen helped him through it. Aged his mother, but helped him through! lol!)