Diabetic scare...

I promised the boys that I'd take them to Chuck E Cheese. So on Tuesday night, we went there for an hour. On the way home, Nate threw up. I thought that maybe he just gagged...nothing big. An hour later, he threw up again and he was burning up. He ended up staying home from school the next day. The two boys stayed home with my mom (lucky her!). In the middle of the day, my mom called me at work and told me that Nate was crying for me. She said that everytime he used the bathroom, he would start crying and saying "I want my mommy." It even made my mom cry because he was so sad. I rushed home and took him to the dr. He had a 103 fever. The dr. said that it was probably a virus but she would check his urine just in case. It turns out that the dr found glucose in his urine. So we're rushed to get his blood drawn and we had to wait for results. Nate did an amazing job getting his blood drawn. He watched the entire thing and he didn't even twitch or cry. The staff was amazed...he came out of the lab with 4 thomas stickers, a bandaid, 3 disney stickers and 2 suckers. I had to stop them from giving him everything. The dr met me in the waiting room and said that she is pretty sure that he has diabetes. I go in panic mode...he's only 3. He can't be diabetic. She informed me that they'll probably have to send us to Stanford that night. We wait and wait and wait. Meanwhile, I'm paceing. My heart is beating a mile a minute. I don't know what to do with myself. That's the worst feeling...that feeling of helplessness. The feeling that you can't make your child feel better. All sorts of things are going through my head...i'm imagining the worst case scenario. Finally, I see both his drs walking toward me. I'm ready to hear the bad news...at this point, I can't feel my legs. Then she says the magic words, "he's ok." It took me awhile to comprehend it. I asked to hear it again. I was in shock. His blood test all came out negative! They tried to explain to me what happened. I didn't care...all I needed to hear was that he was ok.

That night Nate was back to normal...he was eating and playing and singing....whatever it was...was gone. thank goodness. hope it doesn't come back!

What's in a name???

As in my previous blogs, Nathan refuses to be called Nathan. When asked, his name is Nay Nay. When you ask Noah was his name is, he says that it's Nathan. Ask him how old he is, he says three! My boys are so silly. Nobody gets their name right. Maybe I should change my name. I've always wanted to be Zoe.

Obsessed with Balls...

Anything round to Noah is a ball. He goes in our backyard and picks an apple and uses it as a golf ball. He sees an orange from our fruit basket, it's a ball. He opens the refrigerator and sees eggs and he is excited to see a ball. Grant it, we try to keep the eggs at arms length from him! I have eaten many bruised fruits thanks to Noah!

Nate started preschool!

I don't know who was more emotional...me or him. I thought we would have an easy start to preschool. A few weeks before school started, Nate was so excited to go. In fact, he cried when we just dropped off some paper work and didn't stay. So the first day was totally different. Nate was crying hysterically. I heard him crying as I was leaving the parking lot. I also started to tear knowing that my baby was really a big boy. His teacher said he did fine after 10 minutes. It is now the third week of preschool and he is finally getting use to it. Now I can drop him off and he'll whine as we walk in but completely fine afterwards. He is currently going 3x a week, half days. We are putting him into 3 full days and hopefully he'll adjust quickly. Erdy and I went to our first of many back to school nights. I'm still in shock he's in school--time sure flies!