My Babies-- A day in the life

I just had to share a pic from mother's day this year. They are growing so fast. Every day they do something new! They are FINALLY getting to a point where they are playing really well together. Addison is really starting to talk now. Their conversations catch me off-guard daily! I love them with all of my heart.

 Sweet Addi girl loves her babies. She has even taken some after me playing with them, and talks in a different little voice when she is talking for her baby dolls. It is too funny! Brayden dressed himself today.... but you can't tell can you? It didn't help that I was going through stuff to donate to goodwill when he was picking his outfit! -- Yes, those are socks and crocks! The hat was added later.

Addison is such a little mommy. She mothers everything. Here she is playing with her carseat and lamb. She totes around something with her most everywhere she goes. Brayden picked out a little monster toy that has a see through belly so that you can see what it has eaten the last time we went to Toys R Us. Addison decided that she wanted to be it's mommy. They fought over it for three days! Addison would take the little monster and wrap him up in baby blankets and cook for him and feed him bottles and rock him to sleep. Then Brayden would get ahold of him and growl and make it eat other toys and throw it until Addison caught wind that he was mistreating her little baby. There is never a dull moment!

But, Brayden has decided that some of the stuff Addi does is pretty fun too! They are so different in how they play. I try and encourage them to play together. (They are best friends after all) -- Within a few minutes Brayden had his puppy all strapped into the carseat... complete with a blanket to cover him up with. ( Which is pretty good for puppy, since he then ran as fast as he could down the hallway with it screaming... "don't fall out.... weee weee weee")

Brayden may be all boy, but he is very sweet. He loves to snuggle and has gotten quite attached to this puppy that Addison got for Christmas. (We will wait a few years before we break it to him that it is actually hers) He loves to snuggle and hug and kiss. He tells everyone that he loves them and tells mommy and sissy that they are pretty. He is terrified of bugs, water, and the dark, and about any noise that you could make. And then there is Addison. Who is completely little miss girly girl. Who is afraid of nothing. She loves bugs and animals and would do anything by herself if you would let her. It amazes me how contrasting their personalities are. They are so sweet, and loving and innocent. They have changed my life so much.

Brayden just got out of bed asking for porridge! I guess I had better wrap this up!

Why I'm blogging

When I was young I had a diary. I loved the idea of being completly honest in writing, to express yourself where outwardly I sometimes struggle. I quickly learned that even that required a hiding spot... thank you sister. But the main lingering reason I decided to blog was a patient that I once took care of, that I have never been able to get out of my mind. I think of her often, and I like to think that she is still with us, although I don't dare ask the Drs for an update on her. Her name was Sarah. She normally stays at home on hospice;  She was experiencing complications and they were determining rather or not they were going to treat it or if it was just closer to end of life. I had the pleasure of being her nurse the day that she was admitted. I went in thinking that I hoped that I could do something for her... instead she did something for me. She was around eleven or twelve years old, frail but otherwise intact young lady. Her mother was with her and they were understandably very close. When the doctors came in to talk to the mother-- the patient took out her hearing aids. She said that she didn't want to know what they were doing or how much time that she still had. She smiled, closed her eyes and tried to sleep --- all while the mother and dr's decided her course. They ran tests, changed meds and went on, all the while she was the perfect patient. Her only request--- to have no information as to what was going on. I could do that. Her mother asked me if I could stay in the room with her while she ran to the cafeteria... we normally don't sit in the rooms when parents aren't there, but in this case I felt like I should, so I did. The minute she knew her mother was a safe distance away, she broke down.... completely. It turns out, she had forgotten her notebook at home. She needed something to write in. She had written to her mother almost daily for years since she was diagnosed, and hadn't came prepared for all of this. She wanted to make sure her mother knew all of her, and while she didn't want me to tell her... if she was truely close to death this time, she wanted me to tell her mother that her notebooks were for her. They were under her bed.  WOW. I got her a notebook... well... actually a packet that the chaplains hand out that has a diary in it. (which she was thrilled about) And thankfully, I didn't have to tell her mother about her notebooks. This was something that they could treat and she would go on about her way. This patient would stick with me, and probably will for the rest of my career and life. I was shocked that she was so caring and selfless at such a young age. She was more concerned for her mother's loss than she was of her own. She was an amazing young lady and I was lucky to have met her. And while I don't want this blog to be like a memorial to me, I do want a closer glimpse inside of my mind. If something should happen to me, I would want my children to know how much I loved being their mother, and my family to know how much I loved them.