tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309175845780344122024-03-12T19:17:31.280-07:00Dominic.My.LoveDominic. The strongest boy I have ever known.
This blog is completely dedicated to his struggles and triumphs in the complicated life he has been chosen to lead. It is also dedicated to all of us who have struggled in life, and found a way through it.Whitney Jacobsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156570190074810445noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630917584578034412.post-2377741317979706072019-04-26T12:48:00.002-07:002019-04-26T12:50:38.800-07:00April 24, 25, 27, 28... Today, I feel super... well... bratty is the only word I can think of to describe it. No amount of logic can make me feel any better. I want to lay on the ground and kick my feet and wail as loudly as I possibly can. That's how I feel.<br />
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I don't want to celebrate my birthday. In fact, I would be perfectly happy if this year we went from April 25th to April 27th. I would have been satisfied with that. And maybe, we could even just have April 10th and April 26th in the middle of some random month and Dominic and I can celebrate together when things are different. But reality says no.<br />
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I feel so stupid actually saying those things out loud, and to be honest, I'm so incredibly thankful, grateful and blessed to be on so many people's minds today. Well, and everyday too! I feel honored even. But still, my bratty side keeps showing her ugly face. I just imagine my chid like self, face smeared with cake and my arms folded and my face scrunched up. lol... I know I still make that face as an adult but I like to think of my bratty self being 5. It seems more acceptable that way, ya know?<br />
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As we speak, Dominic is getting his tracheostomy. I'm so excited to see his little face. I'm excited to kiss his lips and for that straw to come out of his throat. I'm excited to be able to move him around a bit more and to go on walks. This will be so good for him. It will be good for me too. My momma heart misses being able to just pick him up when he's hurting. Of course, in true Dominic fashion, right before they were going to take him down, he started to act up and the docs almost said no... not today. My PTSD (ohhhhh yes... I have that lol) went a little nutty and I had to calm myself down. I wasn't scared. I didn't have bad feelings about it, but the devil sure knows when to strike. So now, we wait. It's a short procedure, and I'll get to see him soon enough.<br />
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<b>In all seriousness, thank you from the bottom of my heart for all of the birthday wishes for me and for dude; for all of the prayers, well wishes, good thoughts... all of it. There's nothing like having a good support system and I feel like my family and I have the best. It's amazing to see people from all parts of my life, messaging me, bringing my kids dinners, sending us cards. I hope that I can repay each and every one of you for the way you make me feel. Please accept this thank you from the very bottom of my soul. </b><br />
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Love to you all,<br />
Whitney<br />
<br />Whitney Jacobsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156570190074810445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630917584578034412.post-40618967428204105852019-04-21T20:55:00.000-07:002019-04-21T20:55:59.577-07:00Love Abounds It's been so long since I've been here, in this space. Both mentally and physically. It's been 7 and a half years actually. Sitting in a hospital room, participating in rounds, making friends with everyone I can... lol. I know that's super surprising that I sit here in the ICU cracking jokes and laughing as often as I can, making friends with everyone... so uncharacteristic... but you know what? It's really worked out for me in the end.<br />
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I can't stop thinking about the parents who yell at the doctors and nurses. The ones who blame them when things go wrong. Last night I over heard a parent complaining about having to potentially go home on a medication. Complaining about how the doctors don't know what they are doing, they try this they try that and nothing is working... he was going to write a letter. TO WHOM? No really... Who are you writing the letter to? The doctor who is taking care of your child? Their team? The Attending Doctor who was at rounds this morning, in charge of the plans that are being put into action by the rest of the team on the unit? And what is your letter going to say? "Why don't you know what you're doing?"<br />
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I guess my point is this: Are you actually accomplishing more this way? Or anything at all? I don't think you are. That's just one example of the type of parent I've been exposed to in my life as a cardiac mom. And I think that I've seen enough to have a bit of advice and I wanted to share my approach to the world.<br />
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Love always conquers all... right?! I believe it does. I believe it because I witness it every single day. I can count on one hand the amount of doctors and nurses that I have not cliqued with this trip... ONE HAND! And you know, it's not because they are bad at their job, we just didn't clique. But the amount of people who I have loved and even become friends with is overwhelming! Almost every attending, fellow, and nurse that has taken care of my child has a place in my heart forever. I literally would hang out with them. That relationship started with me though. I welcomed them into my heart. I thanked them for working on my child. I made them laugh in the most serious of times and I was understanding when they were doing what they needed to do to find answers. That trust in them turned into them trusting me and they include me and my ideas at their morning meetings about my son's care. They hear me, they correct me, they ask me my opinion. They respect me as I do them.<br />
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When we got the news of Dominics neurological condition, I was showered with love from the entire unit! Hugging me in the hallway, checking in on me during their breaks, crying with me! I've had fellow's come by during rotations on other floors to check on us, surgery physician's assistants come by after their shift all because they like us! They have invested in us and they put everything they have into our care because.. well isn't it obvious? You treat your friends better than your enemies... right?<br />
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I had an incredibly precious moment where I got to finally hold Dominic in my lap for the first time since surgery. I looked at him as if he were a new born baby. You know that --> I can't stop looking at this baby because I'm afraid I'm going to miss something look? It was just like that! I was grinning from ear to ear and my heart was whole. During those moments, my nurse took pictures on her work phone (with permission) and sent them to everyone on the unit. Once again... doctors, nurses, assistants... they all poured in to congratulate us and cry happy tears with us and hug us. They even went out of their way to wash his hair with real soap and water while he was in his mama's arms. It was the most magical moment and they all wanted to be a part of it. It was so special.<br />
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The moral of my story, and I've said it before... be kind. If you have questions, ask them with love and not accusation. If you're worried, express that but again, without accusation because it's very rare that you find someone who is excited to see someone hurting, especially when they go into a career to help people. They are really trying their hardest for you. It's okay to be scared. It's okay to be worried... just don't point it at people who don't deserve it. Be loving and kind.<br />
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Because love abounds<br />
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Love to you all<br />
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WhitneyWhitney Jacobsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156570190074810445noreply@blogger.com27725 Welch Rd, Palo Alto, CA 94304, USA37.4368081 -122.173053611.9147736 -163.4816476 62.9588426 -80.8644596tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630917584578034412.post-31743415545919714812017-01-12T12:20:00.001-08:002017-01-12T12:20:05.524-08:00It's Time I Write AgainAs life has gotten to be more "normal" for lack of a better term, I have gotten way too busy to keep my blogging up. Truth be told, I have put myself last for a very long time and 2017 is my year to change all of that. As most of you know, writing helps me get through these crazy times that Dude and I live and it's nice to have a place for everyone to go to keep up on his journey. So let's recap the last however long!!!<br />
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Last year was a hard one on us. Dominic became extremely sick and there was thoughts that this might be the end. His protein levels dropped to a dangerous level and he wasn't getting better. He had infusions of pure protein (IVIG) but despite everything, he was still swelling up faster than we could deplete... I was scared. I have never been as scared as I was last year. There were so many questions and zero answers. We were finally diagnosed with Protein Losing Enteropathy... or PLE. For the first time EVER I googled what in the heck that was.... take it from me... don't do it. PLE is manageable for most otherwise healthy individuals... but kids with congenital heart defects, its not a good outcome. We lived in this circle of get sick, get swollen, spend time in the hospital, get infusions, come home and do it all over again. Because of this new diagnosis, our amazing cardiologist had to pass us to another doctor. One who had more time for us... one who was just a pediatric cardiologist. For those of you who don't know me well, change and me have a love hate relationship. If I chose the change, bring it on! But, please don't you dare spring change on me! Anyway, new diagnosis, new doctor... Luckily this doc did her residency at Doernbecher WHILE Dude was in the hospital recovering from his last heart surgery. She knew him. She worked on his case, and she was working under our beloved Dr. Armsby. *Sigh of relief... a little*<br />
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Okay, so new doc, new diagnosis... and new news. Because we seemed to be losing this battle slowly but surly to PLE, Dr. Carlson (new cardiologist) thought it might be good for us to start looking into our next step. Transplant.<br />
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Holy scary word!! My suspicions were right! We weren't going to make it through this! But, lets fast forward... We had a consultation at Stanford, they could have told us that we weren't a good candidate, but we are! Whew! Not in the clear but at least we have options right?! Now our life consists of bimonthly appointments to Stanford and bimonthly appointments to Eugene to see Dr. Carlson. Because of this HUGE change in our life, and my continued effort to keep Dude as healthy as possible, I took him out of school and decided to homeschool. Sure, that's a lot on my plate but what's more important than keeping my child as safe as I possibly can? Nothing in my opinion. I'm sure all you mamas out there would agree with me.<br />
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Now here we are!! We have been on the transplant list for a year, and traveled to Stanford about 6 times and Eugene as well. Dominic continues to get healthier and healthier. It seems (knock on wood) that his PLE is in remission!! He has been healthy and his protein levels in his blood are extremely... wait for it... NORMAL! Not normal for him... straight up normal!! So guess what we did? WE WENT BACK TO SCHOOL!!<br />
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Now you're all caught up! I want to write all about school next time! There's just too much to put into a single blog post! Thank you all for taking time to read about our life! I can't tell you how much it means to Dude and I to have your love, thoughts and prayers in our corner. No matter what punches life keeps throwing at us, we know we have backup and we know that we are going to be okay. Thank you again from the bottom of our hearts. We love you!<br />
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xoxo<br />
-WhitWhitney Jacobsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156570190074810445noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630917584578034412.post-24690941824669817072013-01-27T16:23:00.000-08:002013-01-27T16:23:24.370-08:00it's been a year!!!!OH how life has changed for us in the past year! It's been so busy that I haven't had time to organize my thought let alone blog about them! Dominic is a completely different person than he was last year and I'm pleased to say that not only can he walk and talk, but he plays sports and dances, and he's in the top of his class! We don't even own a wheelchair anymore!<br />
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Aaron and I also finally got married. FINALLY. and it's been the most amazing time of my life! I hope it's been the most amazing time of his too :) Here are a few pics of life and what we've been up too. I promise that I will try and get on here more.<br />
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Whitney Jacobsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156570190074810445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630917584578034412.post-69039849046468395652012-01-11T13:15:00.001-08:002012-01-11T13:15:32.160-08:00:)<a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/3361528/dominicmylove?claim=4wwb85bpy3q">Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a>Whitney Jacobsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156570190074810445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630917584578034412.post-56234996122843120062012-01-01T01:15:00.001-08:002012-01-01T01:15:46.346-08:00I’m not that strong<p align="center"><font face="Andalus">I’m not as strong as you all think I am. </font></p> <p align="center"><font face="Andalus">In fact, I’m very weak. My skin tears and my bones are brittle. My eyes fill with tears and my heart aches. </font></p> <p align="center"><font face="Andalus">I have been living through the strength of others for so long now, that I have forgotten how to be strong for myself. I have, for so long, been lifted that I’ve forgotten how get up on my own. </font></p> <p align="center"><font face="Andalus">Who’s fault is this? No ones. I am just broken in every sense of the word. </font></p> <p align="center"><font face="Andalus">So here we are 2012. Here I stand, staring at this new beginning, and I’m so blind that I can’t even see the path that I’m standing on. </font></p> <p align="center"><font face="Andalus">2011 was filled with so many… things. So many ups and downs and side to sides. I’m sorry to say that I’m very glad to say goodbye to this year. </font></p> <p align="center"><font face="Andalus">Isn’t it funny when you look at people? People who clean houses, rarely keep their own house. Football coaches usually weren’t the star player at their high school. People who repair, rarely fix themselves or their surroundings. I could really use some of my own advice at times. This would be a good example of that.</font></p> <p align="center"><font face="Andalus">During my entire stay at the hospital with Dominic, I was strong for everyone because that’s what I thought I needed to do. I kept it together so that everyone else wouldn’t worry… and now here I am. </font></p> <p align="center"><font face="Andalus">I leave you with this letter I wrote to the coming year. I hope the best for everyone in this coming year. We all deserve bigger and better with each passing year. We each deserve happiness and abundance. Where do you find yours?</font></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-EEncMyzRkgA/TwAkQHvCzgI/AAAAAAAAAVw/NUziKPHjAjc/s1600-h/383297_2704581066368_1612017802_2527636_1475834483_n%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="383297_2704581066368_1612017802_2527636_1475834483_n" border="0" alt="383297_2704581066368_1612017802_2527636_1475834483_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-6DZWZSn0_BA/TwAkQbONaZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/6f-WgEU7luA/383297_2704581066368_1612017802_2527636_1475834483_n_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="348" height="266"></a></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Pea Jess"></font> </p> <p align="justify"><font face="Pea Leslie's Happy Font"><em>Dear 2012, </em></font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Pea Leslie's Happy Font"><em>I come to you broken and bruised. I’m sorry I couldn’t start our relationship off on a better foot, but here I am. I am raw and truthful. I am full of love with a thick barricade of thorns surrounding it all. I’m sorry that I come to you so calloused and some what cold. I’m not exactly ready or deserving of such a fresh start, but I’m going to take it and accept what you bring me. I promise you very little, but that promise is this: I am going to learn. I am going to learn through everything that has made me hurt and by the day that you and I say goodbye I will be an entirely new person. I am going to be healed; I am going to help and I’m going to love like I never have before. I have a lot to give and I hope and pray that I am open enough to do just that. Please be kind to me, 2012. Please be forgiving for I am once again a child in your arms. I will need a lot of comfort. I will probably need a lot of guidance and patience. Please be patient with me, I beg of you! I’m going to make more mistakes and I will probably hurt a few a long the way, but don’t give up on me. I will forever try harder. There is an amazing person underneath it all and if you stick around long enough, I will share. I will share all that I am and all that I have. 2012, please be kind to me.</em></font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Eight Fifteen">xoxo</font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Eight Fifteen">-whitney leigh</font></p> <p align="justify">If you are hurting or struggling in any way, please feel free to email me. We can and will get through this together. I will share my secrets and hope to learn some new ones. <a href="mailto:whitfitz.wf@live.com">whitfitz.wf@live.com</a> </p> <p align="justify">-with love</p> Whitney Jacobsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156570190074810445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630917584578034412.post-20854533590820740152011-12-26T19:50:00.001-08:002011-12-26T19:50:15.957-08:00I’m Still Workin On It<span xmlns=''><p><span style='font-family:Adobe Caslon Pro'><span style='font-size:14pt'>It has been one crazy week here at my house. Of course Christmas time is like that at everyone's house. So far, it's been such a happy time. I look forward to sharing more with you when I get a minute to sit down and change my blog. I'm</span><br /> <span style='font-size:18pt'><strong>REALLY</strong></span><span style='font-size:14pt'> excited to share all of the changes that are coming soon. I've done a lot of internal changes and I think it only necessary that I show it through the wonderful blessing that is YOU! I can't wait to share everything with you all; all of the things I'm learning on this new journey, all of the great tricks that have been shown to me.. </span><span style='font-size:18pt'><strong>EVERYTHING</strong></span>. <span style='font-size:14pt'>I just can't wait. I hope you all had a wonderful holiday season! Have a very safe New Years and I will see you with my new blog up and running SOON!</span><br /> </span></p><p><br /> </p><p><span style='font-family:Eight Fifteen; font-size:16pt'>xoxo<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Eight Fifteen; font-size:16pt'>whitney leigh </span></p></span>Whitney Jacobsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156570190074810445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630917584578034412.post-64576312074681169302011-12-19T11:11:00.001-08:002011-12-19T11:12:07.601-08:00that’s just the way it is…<span style="font-family: Batang;">It has been so long since I have posted on here. It’s almost amazing to me how long it has taken me to get the guts up to even log in! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Batang;">When we got home in October, my life went berserk! I mean, sitting in the hospital with Dude and helping him there was a struggle… but only until I got home and had to do it all on my own! The last two months have been so concentrated with events and love as well as drama and some of the lowest lows I’ve seen. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Batang;">The good news is this, there is a light at the end of the tunnel and I can see it so clearly. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Batang;">Through my journey I have struggled with my faith. Of course I have some, but I have been battling myself with it. I have tried so hard to just trust in the Lord to keep me strong but this whole time, I haven’t fully given up control. Until now. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Batang;">A couple of days ago, I told my mom, “I think this is what rock bottom feels like” and in that same moment, the fog lifted and I saw blue skies. I spent a little while drowning in my own tears, but that’s what it took for me to let go. As strong as everyone has told me that they think I am, you’re only as strong as your relationship with the Lord, and mine was only mediocre. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Batang;">I spent a good portion of my night last night talking to one of my very best friends, and it’s because of him and his courage that I have this new found excitement about God. His courage and strength to see the other side of the fence has brought me great pain… and great clarification at the same time. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Batang;">It’s funny because people say that God doesn’t give you more than you can handle but I’m living proof that God gives you enough to realize that you need Him in your life to help you along the way. It’s easy to handle even the most trying times and even death when you have Him to lift you up and take on your troubles. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Batang;">I have a WONDERFUL support system in my friends and family for when I lose my way. I pray that my situation can inspire others and show them the truth of pure happiness. I hope that in my journey to forgiveness, happiness, faith and all things good… that maybe you all will benefit also. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Batang;">NOW, with that said.. I am going to be working on my blog a little bit. Of course I will be keeping my updates on Dominic (who is doing SO fantastic) but will also include some of my knowledge of the beauty world, and some of my new findings on faith, health, food, and all things home-y. I am so excited about this new beginning, and I can’t wait to share it all with you! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Batang;">Thank you all for being there for me and giving me the safety net that you have become. I have friends made of pure gold! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Batang;">I’m back and we are going to make this life, the best one. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Eight Fifteen';">xoxo</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Eight Fifteen';">-whitney leigh</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Batang;"></span>Whitney Jacobsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156570190074810445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630917584578034412.post-20336536525521847632011-10-20T23:23:00.000-07:002011-10-20T23:23:26.122-07:00oh how I look up to you<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Lately, I haven't felt very... into blogging. There's only so much talking about yourself and your family that you can put up with. Not to mention, I feel like things are so monotonous and there's not much to write about. Dominic keeps progressing and his spirits are so... well... Dominic. It's so nice to have him "back". He's the talk of the floor! (Which is what I'm so used to) He's broken just about every one of the nurses hearts because he won't let them take the place of his girlfriends, Taryn and Medow. The guys on the floor think he's so rad and they all invite him to talk shop with them and flirt with the nurses :) It seems as if life is how it should be.<br />
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Today we went back to OHSU for some follow ups on his lungs and what not. It was the best feeling when Dude ...walked... into Dr. Armsby's office to surprise her. She hugged him like he was her own and it brought tears to my eyes. It was the most touching reunion. She was so strong when we found out about his strokes and she is always so great about being up front and honest with me. She didn't look scared and she didn't seem worried at the time... but she sure looked excited and relieved for us. All of his tests came back GREAT. His surgery is holding up really well, and his lungs are doing great.<br />
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I think I have a date for our Lanterns. And I think I have a good reason to pick this date. I will share more about it later but for now.. if you are going to order them... order them; and, if you're going to make them.. start making them. I really hope that everyone shows up to send their thanks for answered prayers. Not only will it look amazing to see all of these lanterns in the sky, but I know it will show Dominic, just how many people love him and have been praying for him through all of this.<br />
I ordered mine through <a href="http://www.justartifacts.net/">www.justartifacts.net/</a> and they are under 2.00. If you have friends that want to order, I would suggest ordering them together, or you can always email me {whitfitz.wf@gmail.com} and we can order them all together.<br />
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I really feel as if I'm being pressed to do something big with the situation I've been dealt. I sort of always have felt this way, but lately, it's stronger than ever. I hope that after Dude is all healed up, you continue to follow us and support us as this is not the end of our journey. Big things will come of this, and we will be asking for your help and your prayers again. :) I can't thank you enough for sticking with us this far! I have been blessed and so has Dude.<br />
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WhitneyWhitney Jacobsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156570190074810445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630917584578034412.post-18259261254377183122011-10-14T16:34:00.000-07:002011-10-14T23:08:27.217-07:00Live it like a Movie...<div style="text-align: center;">
I know it's been a little while since my last post... but things have been <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>CRAZY</b></span> here! Even though Dominic is in therapy almost 5 hours a day, I some how am crazy busy all the time! When Dude is around, there's lots of trips to the bathroom, because he can tell me now when he has to go. And, when he's gone, I'm cleaning up everything that doesn't get cleaned when he's here, making myself eat when I can, showering when I can... </div>
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Some GREAT news here... Remember when we got transfered to Legacy Emanuel?? Dominic couldn't do anything for himself... infact, he didn't even want to get out of bed for the most part! </div>
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Now, he's not only moving his right side... A LOT, but,</div>
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he's using his right arm to help him sit up... </div>
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he's opening both hands... </div>
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HE'S WALKING!</div>
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Okay well, when he walks, he looks a little bit like Weekend at Burnies, but he's walking on his own! He also gets a little bit tired as he walks... but he's walking <strike>ten's</strike> hundred's of feet at a time! I'm so proud of him! </div>
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It's so crazy to think of how I felt that day when we found out that he had had a stroke. I was scared and I didn't know what to think, or what to expect. Anyone who has ever met Dude... knows him for his charming personality. If he couldn't get that back.. what would he be like? On top of that, sports are his life! He had been looking forward to this surgery so that he could actually keep up with the other kids... and this is what happens. </div>
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Funny thing though, during surgery, Dr. Armsby came out and was chatting with us just about him and life... She had mentioned just how strong she believed Dominic to be. She had said that there was only so much she could do and so much she was doing.. Dominic had always met her more than half way. His will has kept him with us more than any medical procedure ever could. </div>
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I think that this trip has shown that her belief is more than true. Dominic is not only my love, but my strength, my courage, my fighter, my everything. I have to say, I come from a long line of people who don't like to be told what to do. I also come from a longer line of people who are willing to work hard for what they want and what they believe in and it has all come to a head with him. He is the epitome of all of the above. He is only 5 and has told the doctors, No! I am going to make it through all of this... And he has worked harder than all of us combined. It makes me so incredibly proud. (As I've said a million times before hehe)<br />
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Have any of you been thinking about the lantern idea?? Because, you might want to start thinking about getting those lanterns in your possession. I have this hunch that something big might happen soon :)<br />
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To be quite fair... we should start at the beginning. I'm talking, day one. I actually remember the day my little sister was born. Not the whole day, mind you I was only 2! But never the less, I remember things about that day. I remember my dad throwing my cousin up in the air and begging for my turn. I remember my grandma trying to keep me busy as we waited... and I remember the first moment I met her. Ooohhhh I was so excited to see my baby sister! I loved her so much already!<br />
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From that day on, she didn't even stand a chance! We were inseparable, but it was perfect. Tia was (and still can be) so painfully shy, whereas I have never met a stranger in my life. I did all of the talking, and Tia did all of the thinking. I would say, we made a pretty great team. Thank God too, because our mom worked a lot when we were little, and we had to take care of each other.<br />
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I'm not exaggerating when I tell you that we... shared... EVERYTHING! Sometimes unwillingly, but we did none the less. Up until I was in high school, we even shared a room, and when we got older, even ended up dating some of the same guys. (LOL)<br />
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Well we grew up, and despite our disagreements, nothing could touch the bond that we had formed. People tried to get between us, and it would work for maybe a month, but that was about it. I didn't think we could get much closer... and then I had Dominic.<br />
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When Dude was born, he looked just like Tia. In fact, when we would go out places, people always told her how cute her little boy was! Unless people knew he was mine, it was an automatic assumption that he was hers! Sometimes I was jealous of her stealing my thunder, but for the most part, I was okay with it.<br />
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Two years ago, Auntie met a wonderful guy, and so did I. (I wasn't joking! We do everything together!) They both treat us like princesses. These poor guys didn't realize when they met us, the package they were opening up. Aaron of course knew he was getting the girl and the kid, but he was unaware of the sister. Poor Seth met Tia and didn't realize that he was getting a sister and kid!<br />
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A year ago, Seth got a job and he moved our Tia two hours away from us. It was one of the hardest transitions Dominic and I have faced. You see, unlike a lot of single moms out there, I always had her. I wasn't ever alone in raising him... she still always had my back. People would try and comfort me in telling me that it was only two hours away, but let me ask you this, have you ever had to drive two hours for dinner every single night? Because that's what we did! After working together all day long, we would cook dinner at each others houses, hang out for hours until bed time. Then we would wake up and do it all over again. We realized just how many friends we didn't hang out with when she left!<br />
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Dominic still misses his Auntie. After his Papa, she is his favorite person in the world. He lights up whenever he talks about her, and talking to her on the phone makes his day. He and I are pretty lucky to have her. I thank God every single day for her and everything that she has done for me. (I'm still convinced that we are going to live next door to each other when we're old... or even in the same house, and be the same old crazy girls we were in our early twenties. Sorry Seth and Aaron!)<br />
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Hey Tia, if you are reading this... I love you more than anything. Thank you for being more than just a sister to me. You have been my teacher, my shoulder to cry on, my refuge, and most of all you have been the very best friend I could ever ask for. It's hard for me to imagine siblings not having the relationship that we have been so fortunate to have. There is nothing in this world that I wouldn't do for you. I hope you know that!<br />
Oh and Seth, you are such a lucky guy! Thanks for taking care of my little sister. She means the world to me ya know, keep her safe and never let her cry!<br />
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<br />Whitney Jacobsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156570190074810445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630917584578034412.post-52222402488654584302011-10-07T22:49:00.000-07:002011-10-07T22:53:30.973-07:00My Big Announcement! 10-10-11Monday is Dominic's half birthday. He has been more excited to turn 5 and a half, than he was every excited about turning 5. I would love, for his half birthday, to show him pictures of everyone who loves him and supports us! So if you have your gear, wear it and take a picture. If you don't, be creative! Make a sign and take a picture of yourself with it... shoot anything! I would also love love love to post them on my blog to prove how quickly love can travel and spread. SO, Monday October 10, 2011... Mark it in your calendar and do something with Dude in mind!<br />
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My facebook isn't working so I'm not able to see pictures that you all have posted, but please feel free to email them to me!! whitfitz.wf@gmail.com<br />
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Oh! And if you miss it, feel free to email me pictures of you showing your love anytime!</div>
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I have said it before, and I will say it again... it takes a village to raise a child and our village is an amazing one. Dominic and I have been so incredibly blessed to have so many wonderful people dropped into our laps and touch our lives! We appreciate every single one of you! THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!! </div>
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So, I had my first conference with Dude's therapists yesterday. It was a little bit intimidating at first. I walk into a room and everyone is watching me sit down. Now normally, I would love this attention... but it felt more like I was sitting down with all of my teachers because I was in trouble. Weird feeling. Anyways, everyone introduced themselves, there were about nine docs and therapists all together. Each one went around and told me what they work on with Dude </div>
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It was fun listening to all of the things he could do now considering two and three weeks ago, he couldn't do anything but scream. They showed me pictures that he was coloring and telling me about how proud of them they all are. </div>
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Take that feeling you get when you sit in on your child's parent teacher conference... multiply that by 10,000!</div>
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Let me give you a little insight on our lives as far as Dominic goes developmentally in the past 5 years. </div>
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We came home from the hospital knowing that Dominic would be a little behind on a few things. His growth was obvious when at almost 2 months old... he was barely 7lbs. The staff at Doernbecher also said that he could be slower than most kids his age due to his hospital stay. At three months, he had his second (and third) heart surgery. It was still too soon to see just how behind he would be he spent the next almost 3 months in the hospital over coming multiple battles including coding in my arms, (second most scary day of my life), stomach surgery, failure to strive, and the list goes on. I can't count on one hand how many times he looked death in the face. </div>
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We came home from that whole fiasco and noticed only minor deficiencies. (Such as, he couldn't roll over til he was about 8 months old) The most encouraging part, is that I saw his frustration. When he would try and do the things that his brain knew he was supposed to be doing, he would get MAD. I'm talking... so pissed off! He just didn't have the stamina that his brain wanted. This little boy was determined though! He would try and try and try until he was (literally) blue in the face, and then he would try again! by 9 months he was crawling and at 11 and 12 months, he was trying to walk... but of course, his body wouldn't let him. You see, his heart took up so many calories to pump his blood, that there weren't many left for nutrition and growth. So, he stayed small. The thing is, mentally he was so ahead of the curve. He was talking and communicating better than most kids his age. (I will never forget when he said his first words... no not word.. words. It was I love you, and it sounded like "I ya ya") </div>
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Then it was like overnight, everything changed. Dominic had surgery in May of 2007. He was expected to be in the hospital for 2 months. We were in and out in 6 days! When we got home, he started walking.. no he started RUNNING! He was so happy! Not long after that, he was having adult conversations with me and Tia. He was amazing.</div>
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At 18mos I put him in daycare/preschool. He was such a charmer and you couldn't even tell that he had gone through anything at all. (except for that he was a little bluer than the other kids) The teachers at Building Blocks fell in love with him (and haven't fallen out yet). He was just as smart if not smarter than everyone in his class. It was one of those feelings where you want to just stick your tongue out at the docs and say... "TOLD YA!!" </div>
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He turned 4 and went to Grace Christian Pre-School and again.. did great! He graduated and knew how to spell and write his first and last name. He could count to 20, and 100 by 10's. He knew his address, phone number, birthday, days of the week, months of the year... the list goes on and on and on. None of his teachers have ever had anything negative to say about my little guy. (Except that maybe he talks a little too much... but I mean, look at his mom! lol) </div>
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So now, when the therapists voiced their concerns, I wasn't sure how to compute it. It hurt a little. Not for me, but for him. They all said that they can see his frustration. He remembers knowing how to do all of this stuff, and he just doesn't understand why he can't! The physical stuff is a no brainer to him. He's weak. He just had surgery and his muscles just aren't ready. (he does have a lazy bone in him hehe) But when it comes to saying the words that he wants, but they won't come out. Or writing his name, and the letters aren't forming. He starts to get angry. He almost growls. (Tia and Aaron, you know what I mean) </div>
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I started to cry! I, just like every other mother out there, want to take that frustration away from him. It's hard to watch your child know the answer, but can't think of the words that he's trying to say. I just wished it was me. </div>
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Then I remembered, with the help of Aaron, that there was a time after this surgery where he was worse off. His whole right side was limp. He couldn't talk. He screamed for 17-20 hours a day, unless he was medicated. He couldn't breath on his own. And it finally hit me... </div>
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Now I smile when I see him get frustrated. I comfort him and tell him that he'll get the hang of it again. I know in my heart that he is just too strong to give up. He always has been. He can move his right side now... All of it! He makes fun of me every single day, just like he used to. He sings songs with me just like we did when we would drive around. He has his brain... we're just working on the rest. </div>
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For those of you who read this, I invite you to meet my miracle. You won't know whether or not you should fall in love with his charm, or his sense of humor. He will charm you with his sensitive heart, and crack you up with his sarcasm in the same sentence. (If you have daughters his age... lock em up!!! LOL He will be a lady killer and I have plenty of people who will tell you the same thing.) He will make fun of you in the most polite way you have ever heard, and all in good fun. (He would die if he knew he ever hurt someones feelings) And if you have son's around his age... you better hope that they are respectful around him because, he already has an opinion on him that's six foot eight! He doesn't like when people make fun of his mom or his sister... unless it's him of course. And don't try to be Toren's best friend unless you're his too. He has that Fitzgerald fight in him, that's for sure! </div>
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So to wrap up, he's doing SO good! He is making leaps and bounds in the right direction. I'm so incredibly proud of him and the person he is. Docs say we will have another two to three weeks here before coming home. There's a possibility that they might send us to an out patient facility in Eugene as a sort of half way step to home. (My sister asks me every single day if I'm moving in with her again.. or better, when I'm moving in with her! I'll have to post her story soon so that you all know her roll in our lives) </div>
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As always, Thank you so much for all of your love and prayers that come our way! We appreciate it more than you know! There's a light at the end of our tunnel! </div>
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Whitney Jacobsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156570190074810445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630917584578034412.post-2386378447638023512011-10-03T14:51:00.001-07:002011-10-03T14:51:05.860-07:00I want to be a Disney PrincessI have been watching a ton of Disney movies with Dominic lately, and they make it look so easy! If you are a good person, and you wish on a star... you get what you want... WELLLLLLLLLL Why can't I just be a Disney Princess?? I mean, I've been wishing on stars, and times of the day, and throwing money in wishing wells since I can remember.. Where's all the loot?!?!?!<br />
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Actually, I finally watched an amazing Disney Princess movie last night. The Princess and the Frog. It makes me want to go to Mardi Gras in New Orleans for one.. but second of all, the message is amazing. Not only do you have to have wishes and dreams, but you have to work hard for them too! And, on top of all that, you can be complete without love. So, basically, love, work hard, and never lose sight of your dreams, and your life will be complete. (don't forget about being honest, hanging out with the right people.. and the list goes on)<br />
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Thanks again Walt Disney and your amazing company for showing our kids in a fun way, what's important in life. I obviously have learned a lot from you and your movies. I'm just glad that they are still around for our kids.<br />
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I can't wait to get home and start my hard work all over again. Dominic is doing all the hard work he can right now. He's doing great in therapy. He started moving his right arm a couple of days ago and now he can move it on command. We need to work on some hand eye cordination BUT he's going to be just fine I think.<br />
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He keeps me in the best mood! Last night when I had the headache of the year, he asked me if he could "ruv" (rub) my head for me... to make me feel better. He keeps me laughing and is so tired of being in this stupid bed it's driving him crazy.<br />
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We have our first conference tomorrow with all of the doctors and therapists and I should have a better idea about what's going on. Keep those prayers coming!!<br />
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OH P.S.! Have you given any thought to my lantern get together???? (the idea came from another Disney Princess movie that everyone should see... Tangled) I would love to get everyone together and even if you don't live in my area... sending off a lantern thanking Him for all answered prayers (or whoever it is you have sent your requests too) I also think, what an amazing experience for everyone to actually get to meet each other and see what the power of love can do!<br />
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If you ordered one, T-shirts and bracelets will be available on Thursday! And it would be so amazing to see everyone in their shirts or bracelets. So, please, send me pictures of you and your loved ones wearing them! whitfitz.wf@gmail.com. I will post them on here under a new page that is under construction!<br />
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Love to you all! And thank you once again from my whole family!<br />
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xoxo WhitWhitney Jacobsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156570190074810445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630917584578034412.post-23399095467509632552011-09-30T09:19:00.000-07:002011-09-30T09:21:28.102-07:00Answered PrayersHello friends! Dominic is doing really reallly great! Every single day he has three hours of therapy a day. Some speech, some physical therapy, occupational therapy, and then he gets to go to school. He is slowly getting movement back in all of his limbs and his speech is just like before we left.<br />
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I'm still not sure how long we will be here, but I will have a good idea on Tuesday. We could do so many different things from going home, to an out-patient facility in Eugene.<br />
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But, I have a plan. When I find out when I will be home, I would like to have a get together. Everyone is invited!! This get together isn't a home coming for us. Infact, it's thank you for every single person who has sent off a prayer for Dominic and our family.<br />
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I would love to let off a cloud of paper lanterns with answered prayers written on them and sent off to the heavens as a thank you! (If you haven't seen Tangled yet, go see it! You'll get the idea)<br />
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So consider yourself formally invited! Time and Place to be determined since we are still in the dark about what's happening next! We are still looking for a way to make these lanterns ourselves, but if we can't, I have found a site that sells them for $1.50. (with all the fixin's) <a href="http://www.justartifacts.net/flskyla.html">Click Here </a> to see them.<br />
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I hope you all can make it! Thank you everyone for all of your love and support! You will never know how much we all appreciate it!<br />
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-whitWhitney Jacobsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156570190074810445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630917584578034412.post-38113186785113707422011-09-28T15:16:00.000-07:002011-09-28T15:17:50.111-07:00Practicing - RespectIf you ever think you're the best at something, you might as well just quit. I have learned from watching people that no matter what you are involved it, whether it be sports, or an art or even parenting, as soon as you think you're the best, it's all over.<br />
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I think that doctors have it right. They practice medicine. They are always striving to get better and learn more. There is never a final answer because things are forever changing. Life isn't math. There isn't one answer to each problem.<br />
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Of course this is all so elementary right?! But why is it that people don't Practice- Parenthood????? Why is it that people either do things the same for their child's entire life, or they don't do anything at all??? Just because your child knows how to talk, doesn't mean you are done teaching them words or how to use them! Just because your child knows how to walk, doesn't mean that they know to look around them and be aware while walking.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFVo-9zyttlGByaZskXJrMX1CI-ry2ox_LvYqJHvekDRpFCkHo8sPHaUFMq6UR3blEh15WDkN4UlSZsks1SuaINUwvTbudhoui1FWUs3UxpbADDh0qqhk0wxA-ehy8FpXbE02XioIRxdQ/s1600/girls-just-wanna-have-fun.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFVo-9zyttlGByaZskXJrMX1CI-ry2ox_LvYqJHvekDRpFCkHo8sPHaUFMq6UR3blEh15WDkN4UlSZsks1SuaINUwvTbudhoui1FWUs3UxpbADDh0qqhk0wxA-ehy8FpXbE02XioIRxdQ/s200/girls-just-wanna-have-fun.gif" width="196" /></a>I know that I'm a strict parent. {Just ask my kids} But if any of you know my kids... they are amazing. My children are always polite, they are on their best behavior... always, and they have fun! None of them will tell you that life is boring or living with me is horrible. They know I love them and that's why I teach them the things that I do. (Shoot, at my house, my kids do their own laundry, they do the dishes, clean their rooms. Than includes vacuuming and dusting! And they are all under 10 years old. They also play every single sport they want AND they have amazing grades)..............(not to brag or anything hehe)<br />
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Now with all of that said, my older kids, Toren and Alaina came up last weekend to visit Dude. They were all so excited to see each other. Toren and Laina loved pushing Dominic in his new "race chair" and showing him how to do things again. We laughed and had a great time! We got to play catch in the courtyard and eat dinner together. It was wonderful. The funny thing is.... We were all walking down the hall and there were these two little boys running around in the hospital. Toren stopped me and said "Whitney, you would KILL us if we acted like that!!" I laughed and asked him why I would do that and he said, "look at them, they are being annoying!". IT'S WORKING!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhkzGM7bmLJrxSPOfCD7bdnBmj6L1wLSU0LYhtDKjfBEaZAiVVaKU6sfEZFcDvWrigFJ6xPWQATJkbxQi7wDVBSvnK4wyRrs-Xnd0vuU1THNMponXdOORNPYvWpeBfYK1_Is7gmF-tGr0/s1600/IMG_2229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhkzGM7bmLJrxSPOfCD7bdnBmj6L1wLSU0LYhtDKjfBEaZAiVVaKU6sfEZFcDvWrigFJ6xPWQATJkbxQi7wDVBSvnK4wyRrs-Xnd0vuU1THNMponXdOORNPYvWpeBfYK1_Is7gmF-tGr0/s200/IMG_2229.jpg" width="200" /></a>It felt so good to show them, without them even knowing it, why I am the way that I am. It was even more fun to see them recognize it themselves without any help.<br />
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All of our doctors and nurses always compliment me on how polite Dominic is. He says please and thank you, excuse me and I'm sorry no matter what. He is such a good boy! The thing that bothers me is.... why is it that people think that just because they are in a circumstance that isn't exactly favorable, they can get away with being expectant, obnoxious or plain rude! When I say that Dominic uses his manners, I mean it. He tells every single nurse, doctor, volunteer, and cna thank you no matter what it is that they came in for. When the lab techs came in to take his blood, he thanks them for helping him feel better, right after he screams for them to stop! At one point, he was a brat for a cna who was trying to take his blood pressure. When she couldn't and walked out of the room he said "I'm sorry Mommy, I want to tell her sorry too" and so we called her back in the room and he apologized.<br />
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The point that I'm trying to make is this, I am trying my hardest to Practice Parenting and it isn't always easy no matter what; however, I have really noticed my practicing actually taking effect. I don't have to cue my kids to say anything. They use their manners the first time! Now on to the next lesson.... Whatever that might be.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP5Ox3qYPhXixEkkcC9THbRzm12fKPPhB3cuW_0wQxVKfTlfPYNqW8_z9WD6_0XeU7PN4YZLnos7EkjipLkXv8SOHg16wTVE6_BNcHeUPxkZ8fhRmjHinRCxpJPQLjh_41uQX9HAcoihE/s1600/IMG_2357.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP5Ox3qYPhXixEkkcC9THbRzm12fKPPhB3cuW_0wQxVKfTlfPYNqW8_z9WD6_0XeU7PN4YZLnos7EkjipLkXv8SOHg16wTVE6_BNcHeUPxkZ8fhRmjHinRCxpJPQLjh_41uQX9HAcoihE/s200/IMG_2357.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcJqPi7-z3QbINExFOvBX9LL-LhTfQMfja6ZapkEJ5x-3Mceotz6sRa0IAdLrvk21nOrnAqYGUYk7VQaXm9VxIwS50Vytayw1nN_O3jhMZ4HR7rnqpP469DZnbif4COVAI2l1vdQP-9Yk/s1600/IMG_2339.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcJqPi7-z3QbINExFOvBX9LL-LhTfQMfja6ZapkEJ5x-3Mceotz6sRa0IAdLrvk21nOrnAqYGUYk7VQaXm9VxIwS50Vytayw1nN_O3jhMZ4HR7rnqpP469DZnbif4COVAI2l1vdQP-9Yk/s200/IMG_2339.jpg" width="200" /></a>I am so thankful for my parents for treating me this way also. Thanks for teaching me how to be a successful adult. Whatever you did, it worked. I have so many people who love and care about me and my son. Thanks Mom for allowing us to grow up in a safe environment. For forcing us to take care of ourselves and learning how to do chores. Thanks for teaching me right from wrong and how to take care of my things. Thank you Dad for working so hard. Thank you for all of your sacrifices to give our family everything that we had. You two did a great job with Tia and I and it shows through Dominic, Toren and Alaina. -oh and Tia, thanks for always being my best friend. No matter what argument we have ever gotten into, I always knew that you had my back no matter what! (isn't it funny how you can say whatever you want about your family, good or bad, but as soon as someone else does... it's go time!) I might possibly have the best family there is.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZoTntEpmBVHI5x7ESA_5dMe75rIu31-5B-q1pWnrHqzSOUdcMnwFhLaMK5GF-9uwjLpTTJHs2gBU5ITqwn1ovyZfKM1huzAcLVffEcs6YQAEMRx2nCmLftFmEfVYcBsZOAWcvzknFliQ/s1600/IMG_2370.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZoTntEpmBVHI5x7ESA_5dMe75rIu31-5B-q1pWnrHqzSOUdcMnwFhLaMK5GF-9uwjLpTTJHs2gBU5ITqwn1ovyZfKM1huzAcLVffEcs6YQAEMRx2nCmLftFmEfVYcBsZOAWcvzknFliQ/s200/IMG_2370.jpg" width="133" /></a>The funny thing is this: I'm 26 years old, Tia is 24. We both live on our own and are getting married. Our parents are still Practicing Parenthood. They still look out for us. Even funnier, we still ask our parents permission for things lol! Not in a "can I go to the movies" kind of way, but we obviously ask for their advice and we take it for the most part. (even if I might throw a tantrum sometimes about it)<br />
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Maybe it's like professional sports players. They work hard every single day practicing the sport that they are already one of the best at, and yet, they keep doing it! Even after they retire, they still play and practice, or better yet -they coach!! (Grandparents are the best at "coaching" aren't they?!)<br />
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At the end of the day, the most important job, is parenting. It's also the most evolving and the least paying. So please, for your kids' sake, don't stop practicing! Don't stop teaching, and don't stop loving.<br />
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Whitney Jacobsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156570190074810445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630917584578034412.post-81929129654304993682011-09-23T01:24:00.000-07:002011-09-23T01:28:43.181-07:00Connecting with People is the best MedicineLiving in a hospital, I don't let a lot of things get to me. When the docs and nurses tell me {potentially} bad news, I don't freak out. I don't over analyse when they give me {things to look for}. So when I meet hypochondriacs or parents who subconsciously look for things wrong with their kids, it really gets to me. One reason being: Why on Earth would you EVER want this life for you and your child??? I mean, yeah most kids are afraid of shots, but for the most part they either grow out of it, or learn how to deal with it when there are needles. Dominic not only screams BLOODY MURDER, but he has night terrors about people and needles and there's nothing fun about driving to 300 miles for a doctors appointment. The second being: Docs and nurses can't always tell a hypochondriac apart from a concerned parent. Therefore, when we do voice our concerns, they don't always get addressed. This leads me to my story.<br />
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It was Saturday night. I remembered one of the cardiologists reminding me of things to look for after surgery, and what to do if they happen to occur. One of the signs to look for was a swelling face and a swollen belly. Of course part of me was trying to just over look it also. Maybe I'm seeing things. Maybe he has just been crying a lot.... maybe I should still say something. I told the nurse that his face looked puffy to me. (even though I tried my hardest to deny it. I even mentioned out loud that he has eaten salty foods, and has been crying a lot... bla bla bla) So the nurse said that we would chart his in-put and out-put and see where that leads us. Good idea!! She didn't seem too worried about it, so I was trying not to be also. The next morning, we got a new nurse. She mentioned to me that the puffiness was relayed in report and that she was going to continue to watch him. At about 10:30am I called the nurse back in to ask if cardiology had been called. She told me no. She also said that on Sundays, the docs kind of mosey in at whatever time, and when he got there, she would let him know, and it would be his job to do what needed to be done, whether that meant calling cardiology or whatever. I kept track of every drop of fluid that went through that little boy. I was determined to get this extra fluid off of him. I was determined to see that this was just me, freaking out over nothing. (Those of you who know me, know that when it comes to Dominic's health, I don't usually freak out over anything) At noon, I paged the nurse for some Tylenol, because Dude was uncomfortable and he really needed to take a nap. Our nurse didn't get to us until 45 minutes later. 45 MINUTES!! I realized right then and there that I had to do more than what I was doing to get some answers.<br />
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I immediately got online and emailed Dr. Armsby's team. I let them know what Julie (the Nurse Practitioner for Cardiology) had told me and what I was seeing. I also told them that I felt as if no one thought that it was important enough to get a hold of anyone for me so I needed some help.<br />
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He finally laid down for a nap at 1:30, and so did Aaron and I. We all slept a good two hours and it was beautiful; EXCEPT for one thing, Dominic looked even puffier to me. You know, sometimes in a hospital, things get a little hectic. I get that. Shoot, I'm there more and longer than any of those nurses are. I see and have seen day in and day out how sometimes those poor nurses will have all 5 of their patients buzzing at them all at once. I get it, and I pride myself for being understanding. If I don't need anything, I'm not going to bother you, however, 5 o'clock rolled around and Dominic's meds were an hour late. The floor was quiet. I buzzed and told the nurse manager what was going on and my nurse walked in and said, "Oh, you read my mind! I was just bringing these in here". I think Aaron saw the steam coming out of my ears because I was getting more and more frustrated. I then asked her if maybe we had missed the doctor when we were sleeping and she said no, he didn't come in today.<br />
---Okay, my opinion is this: I understand that your expertise ISN'T cardiology. I understand that there is no therapy on Sunday, therefore you probably don't need to come in every single week. HOWEVER, if you have a concerned mom on the unit, you need to be there, even if it's just to tell her that it's going to be okay.<br />
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Remember how I told you about the wonderful Dr. Armsby?? Well, I am so greatful for her for so many reasons, and this is one of them. She is {involved} with her patients and their families. She gave me her email address before I left with a note that said, if I needed anything, even just to talk, to please use this. I dug it out of my purse and I emailed her. I was scared that he was just going to get looked over and to please tell me if I'm being ridiculous but, as of now, I'm freaking out. She got back to me very quickly and told me that she just thought that we needed to play around with his meds, but would like to see him tomorrow. She would have her scheduling nurse call me in the morning.<br />
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I'm sure my nurse could tell that I was angry, because she came back in with a new order of meds and a scale. She said she had called the doc {finally} and he uped Dominic's diuretics. He also said that we should just start weighing Dude to get a better idea of what's going on. So we did. He was up by over 2 kilograms. That's over 5 lbs in 4 days!!!!!!!<br />
-in my head I'm saying {HELLO!!! Dominic hasn't gained weight for over 3 years and all of a sudden he is gaining 5 lbs a week?!?!?! RED FLAG RED FLAG!}<br />
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Every time I looked at him, I seemed to notice something different. I thought, gosh, either I really need some sleep, or something is wrong. Before we went to bed that night, I noticed that it was hard for Dude to breath. He acted like his chest was heavy and when I asked him to cough, he couldn't. I told the nurse. We went to bed.<br />
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Monday morning finally rolls around and I got dude ready for "school" or physical therapy. He is the happiest kid. He's laughing and carrying on, but there's still something there. He's still swollen. He's still struggling to breath. I sent him down with a water bottle to keep things moving, but I was afraid it wasn't enough. At around 10:45 am I got a call from Cardiology. It was Jean, the scheduling nurse. Dr. Armsby wanted to see us that day at noon. Of course I asked the question, are you responding to me, or did the docs call you..... she was responding to me. No one had called Doernbecher yet. YET. It had been two days of me asking question after question, voicing concern after concern and they STILL hadn't called!<br />
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We got there and had a ton of tests to do. Chest Xray was first, then labs, an echo cardiogram and then we would meet with Laurie Armsby. Well when we got to the echo, I had some familiar faces in the room. I had the amazing Emilio, who had taken care of us before we left, and our echo tech named Whitney. Dominic was so uncomfortable that she called in the doctor who was going to be reading the echo to come in and try it out. He was also a familiar face from the peds ICU. As he was looking at the echo, I was asking lots of questions. The doctor filled me in on what he was looking at and showed me a big pocket where fluid was collecting. The options were, put in chest tubes and let it drain, or drastically change his diuretics and see where it takes us. When Laurie caught wind of what was going on, she admitted us instead of seeing us in clinic, and we had an appointment the next day for chest tubes. Of course there was a chance that he would pee out enough that we wouldn't need them, but the chances were slim.<br />
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The next day, Dominic went into the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cath_lab">cath lab</a>, and she "tapped" his lungs. (Basically, just pulled the fluid out) She got a good amount of fluid. 300cc's from the right lung (that's about 10oz's) and 27cc's from the left (about 1 oz). He was drowning in his own body! I wasn't freaking out for no reason.<br />
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Now today is Thursday and we are still here at Doernbecher. While we will need to get back to Emanuel for rehab therapy, but the cardiologists here want to monitor him a little longer. His lungs haven't quit collecting fluid just yet, but they aren't surprised either. They have increased diuretics and if over the weekend things don't get better, back to the cath lab we will go.<br />
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As far as how this ties into hypochondriac parents goes; if it weren't for them, those docs might have taken my worries seriously. They might have actually thought that when I said I was nervous, something was wrong.<br />
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Dude has the best attitude! He can't stop laughing and making fun of people. (He get's that from his Papa, not me at all!) He is eating like a champ, even better than before surgery. His therapy progress is unbelievable, he's almost sitting up on his own! He is learning how to control his left arm and leg, and as soon as his brain will let him, the right will come as well. He got a splint for his right arm today and it's already helping what I call "stroke arm". (A lot of people who have a stroke will have an arm that looks like his) As for me, I'm a little more paranoid for the time being. Mostly because I had a decent scare.<br />
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The best medical advice I could give anyone is this: Build a relationship with your staff! Befriend your nurses and your doctors. Talk with them about things other than medical things. I'll tell you what, if and when you have a choice to help someone, you are more likely going to help someone you care about before someone you consider a job. Thank goodness I learned that early on. If I didn't have the relationship I do with my team, I wouldn't be here now. Shoot, I probably wouldn't have felt comfortable emailing them when I did.<br />
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Everything is going to be okay! We are over coming just one more bump in our road. We can't wait to come home, but better yet, tomorrow we get to see Toren, Alaina, and Aaron. We are both SO excited. Tia is coming up too. :) We are going to make it through this yet again and no one is going to stop us or even hold us back. Thank you God for everything you have taught us.<br />
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<br />Whitney Jacobsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156570190074810445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630917584578034412.post-45599814787794186382011-09-20T19:13:00.000-07:002011-09-21T09:25:21.933-07:00I have gifts!So I have some amazing friends at <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Legionnaire Apparel </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">and they</span> have helped me with something pretty amazing. People have been asking me if there is any way they can help, and I have finally come up with something. You see, I will be out of work for some time <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>(length to be announced)</i></span> but I'm not the kind of person that will ask for money. As I have already mentioned, my mom went over my head and opened a donation account in Dominic's name, fully aware that if I weren't 300 miles away, I would give her a verbal whip-lash. (<u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Evergreen Federal Bank under Dominic Fitzgerald</span></u>) So I sat, and I thought, and with a little help from my extended family here in Oregon, we came up with this.<br />
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This T-shirt is for sale and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>all</b></span> of the proceeds will go toward our family. They are on sale for $15.00 and are in Men's and Women's sizes... pretty much whatever size you may need. If you might be interested, please email me. {whitfitz.wf@gmail.com} <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">OR</span></b> if you are in Grants Pass, go into A Show of Hands Xcetra and my mom will help you out. I will be placing orders on Saturday September 24, 2011. Thank you SO much<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Joe Moxley</span> for being so great! If you want to see everything that Legionnaire has to offer, check them out at <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.legionnairearmy.com/">http://www.legionnairearmy.com</a>. </span></div>
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Whitney Jacobsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156570190074810445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630917584578034412.post-25821418658826159882011-09-17T01:08:00.000-07:002011-09-17T01:09:00.016-07:00Missing You<div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;">
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<a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/188038148/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img 427'="" border="0" height="290" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/188038148_lp5TaP0s_c.jpg" width="320" /></a>I am laying here while Dominic sleeps, just thinking about my life. Thinking about how things have turned out, what could have been different. What if after high school, I would have moved to New York to dance. What if, I would have went to college. What if I never would have gone on that date... what if. What would my life be like if Dominic and I have never had to go through all of this? Would I be as happy as all of those pictures of all of my friends with their healthy babies?<br />
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There have been many times that I have looked at my life and looked at the lives of others around me and thought, what did I do to deserve this? Why does my baby have to go through all of this?<br />
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It's funny because when I first met Aaron, he worked at a youth prison. (he was great at it) He really bonded with those boys, and I have heard some of the best stories from those times. One story that always stuck with me was when he would ask them to do something, and they did a wonderful job, he would tell them how bad they messed up because now, he knew that they could do it.<br />
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That's just it. That was the answer that I have looked for. The reason God has chosen Dude and me to go through all of this, is simply because I was the one that "messed up" and showed Him that I could. All of the times I cried myself to sleep and still went about my day. All of the times that I felt alone. And all of the times that people expected me to give up. All of those times that felt so dark... I kept going. The funny thing is, Dominic didn't have a chance to prove that he could do it. He was born with this, he will live with this forever, and yet, he has been the strongest. He has been the one who has fought his way through every single life threatening tragedy. He has lived his little life as if he was just like everyone else.<br />
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Now look at him. Every single day, he makes more and more progress. It's like this phase is nothing to him. Yes he gets frustrated when his body isn't working with his brain, but he laughs every single day. He has something smart-ass to say during every conversation. He gets so excited when something new happens, even if it's the littlest thing. Dominic is so amazing.<br />
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Even more than all of that, I have met an amazing man that didn't run away when I told him about us. He wasn't scared when I told him that our medical journey wasn't over. In fact, he took Dominic and in and treats him just like his own two kids. It's hard enough to deal with all of this with my own flesh and blood... but to chose this life is unbelievable. Finding someone even remotely decent is hard when you're a single mom, let alone to a child with medical issues.<br />
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In short, no matter how many times I look back on my life and think about what could be different, the facts are this. I'm one lucky girl. I have an amazing man that I get to marry. I have an amazing miracle child who teaches me more about life every single day. I have two wonderful step children that I wouldn't know what to do without. I have a family who raised me to be the way I am and I whole bunch of family that I'm not even related to who has also helped to mold me. I may have seen some really hard times, but I wouldn't have changed any of it. Because of those difficulties, I have been able to rejoice in the wonderful things that I have been given also.<br />
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Dominic my love, thank you so much for keeping me on my toes. You fed yourself a french fry today, and you would have thought that buzz lightyear came to the hospital and fed it to you! Watching you and your excitement for such little things in life brings more excitement to mine than I could ever explain. I love you, my little angel. Thank you so much for everything you have taught me. Thank you, thank you, thank you!<br />
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<br />Whitney Jacobsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156570190074810445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630917584578034412.post-67118956637709899152011-09-14T22:37:00.000-07:002011-09-15T17:10:46.340-07:00NEW!!The last couple of days have so jam packed busy that it's almost 10pm and I'm finally able to sit down and get my thoughts down. I won't lie, I was getting a little bit discouraged being in the hospital. Every single session, he would get more and more upset. He was just getting worse and worse. They call this "icu psychosis", but since we have tried everything to make him comfortable and the screaming didn't stop... we weren't (or at least I wasn't) sure if he just wasn't going to get better.<br />
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Then came the good news... they were sending us outta there!! The wonderful doctors at Doernbecher gave us a free pass for the night before they were sending us to Legacy Emanuel for rehab. [and remember that amazing doc that I introduced you to the other day? Dr. Armsby? Well she got Dude a little gift. An Ipod shuffle with a little something written on the back] I got all packed up, and Dude listened to his music. He was finally comfortable. He just sat in his wagon. Quiet. We finally got home (to Ronald McDonald) and I was exhausted. we laid on the bed together just relaxing for about 30 mins waiting for our wonderful friend Timmy [aka Tiffany] to come pick us up. Of course we both dozed off for a few until Timmy called to tell us she was here. Dude started acting uncomfortable again and so Timmy and I started trying everything we had. He didn't want to lay down, or sit up, or drink anything... but he did want some chips. He started smiling.... and then laughing...<br />
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He. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Started.</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">TALKING!!!! </span><br />
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First he said chip.. then mom... and dad... and by the end of the bag of chips he would say anything we asked him to!! He even started giving me attitude and "copy catting" everything I would say! And then would very proudly laugh at himself. :) I thought I was so tired that I was seeing things.. and hearing things. And then I saw the tears in Timmy's eyes and I knew that it was real.<br />
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This morning, it didn't stop. In fact, it got even better. He started shaking his head for yes and no. Then he started saying yes or no when I would ask him questions. When he talked to Papa this morning he said an entire sentance in response to something that was said to him. I couldn't be happier. ICU psychosis it is. He isn't talking all of the time, and sometimes he can be so frusterated that nothing comes out at all, but every day gets better and better.<br />
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This morning we made it to Legacy Emanuel. We got to meet his new therapists and they are all wonderful. He got fitted for his own "my size" wheel chair and he kinda looks adorable in it. He isn't a big fan just yet, but I'm sure it will come. He is still obsessed with the music that Dr. Armsby gave him. It is sometimes the only thing that settles him down.<br />
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Tomorrow we start our rigorous schedule of lots of physical therapy, occupational therapy and school. {YEP!! School!!} and more therapy! Hopefully we get home soon and we can finish up therapy there. I miss my bed. I miss my kids and my dogs... and I miss my husband to be. Things are definitely going to be different but I'm ready for the challenge.<br />
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I'm still working on my "support my blog" button, so bare with me. It should be up and running soon. Thank you so much for you love and support. We also have an account open at Evergreen Federal in Grants Pass.<br />
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You all have been such a huge part to our healing. Thank you for being here for us.<br />
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-whitWhitney Jacobsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156570190074810445noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630917584578034412.post-57272190493403911182011-09-12T22:46:00.001-07:002011-09-12T22:46:23.425-07:00I would like to introduce you tooooooooHello everyone, I would like to introduce you to someone very special to me. She has worked many many hours to keep my little man alive. This woman is so very dear to my heart, and I know that she feels the same way about my son. Since all of you care so much about us, I thought you should know the woman behind all of the magic.<br />
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<dd style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-top: 1px; width: 285px;">Transplantation, Pediatrics, Pediatric Cardiology, Cardiology</dd>
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"Pediatric Cardiology is the most rewarding field of medicine I can imagine. The ability to help a child by providing the very best quality of medical care, support a family through a difficult time, and teach the next generation of doctors to do the same is a great pleasure and privilege."</div>
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BIOGRAPHY</h2>
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<span kerning="0" letterspacing="0" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51) !important; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif !important; font-size: 12px !important;">Dr. Armsby specializes in caring for children with heart problems. She has advanced training in interventional cardiology (procedures which treat heart disorders and in many cases replaces heart surgery) and heart transplantation.</span></div>
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<span kerning="0" letterspacing="0" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51) !important; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif !important; font-size: 12px !important;">Before coming to OHSU, Dr. Armsby worked as an interventional cardiologist and heart transplant specialist at one of the busiest Children’s Hospitals in the country. She moved to Oregon to spend more time with her husband, a pediatrician, and her three children. Despite finding a greater opportunity to balance her work and life here in Oregon, she remains committed to providing the children she cares for with the highest quality of care.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">So Laurie, if you ever read this, thank you so much from the bottom of my heart. If it weren't for you, my beautiful little boy wouldn't be here today. I owe you everything! Thank you SO much for caring so much about us. Thank you so much for your loving heart and your free spirit. There is no one in this world like you and I thank God every single day that you came to work here when you did. All of your hard work has paid off and we are so lucky and thankful to have you. (I don't think I can say that enough) We love you!! </span></div>
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</textformat>Whitney Jacobsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156570190074810445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630917584578034412.post-66731207767697329312011-09-11T23:19:00.000-07:002011-09-11T23:33:37.327-07:00God Bless America<div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;">
<a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/186851698/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img 1077'="" border="0" height="640" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/186851698_5x3ChbHW_c.jpg" width="214" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;">People are going to be remembering this day forever, just
like we remember the civil war, the signing of the constitution, and Independence
day. We all have our opinions about what happened during 9/11, some positive, some negative; but the
fact of the matter is this: in times of struggle, this country pulls together!
I have personally witnessed this, a number of times.</span></div>
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I can’t remember how old I was, I think early high school,
my mom came and told me that a little girl that I had babysat was just
diagnosed with leukemia. She was two years old. Mom and I spread the word like
rapid fire! This family was very dear to us for so many reasons. They were our
friends and eventually became our family. This little girl, [Taylor] was so
strong for everyone! She spent months and months in the hospital. Her mom
stayed with her and her dad had to work to keep a roof over their heads. They
lived in and out of the Ronald McDonald house, in the hospital, you name it. I
won’t go into the specifics of her, but what happened in our community was
amazing to me. This was my first taste of being a part of something much bigger
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Mom and I felt helpless; we didn’t know what to do to help.
We knew that her mom was out of work and that they were struggling. We did the
first thing that popped into our mind… CARWASH!!!!!!!! It was a Saturday, and I
just remember dancing on the sidewalk with signs that said “help Taylor beat
leukemia”. More than anything else, it was a blast just knowing that I was
doing my part. We raised over $1,000.00 that day! People not only came and got
their car washed but they parked their cars and helped! Strangers off the
street picked up brushes and towels and wanted to help this little girl!! This
was, to say the least, a success! Taylor’s family had no idea that we had
organized such an event, and when we called her mom, she was overjoyed. Her joy
didn’t even come close to what we had felt in our hearts. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I had just had Dominic. He has surgery at 8 days old. I had
of course planned on taking off of work for maternity leave, but what I didn’t
plan for was spending my whole leave 300 miles away from my home. After 5 weeks
of living in the Ronald McDonald house, I called my mom crying. I didn’t know
how I was going to pay my bills! She turned around and opened a donation
account. Within a week, my friends and family raised us enough money to pay our
bills and for me to stay without worry. <o:p></o:p></div>
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We had also been a part of the Sparrow Club. This
organization is not only amazing for families like mine, but for healthy kids
all around. [To learn more about the Sparrow Club, <a href="http://www.sparrowclubs.org/">please click here</a>.] Without
the Sparrow Club, and all of the wonderful kids at South Middle School and the
members of SOFCU, we wouldn’t have been able to have Dominic’s first Christmas.
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My wonderful friends and family that read this every single
day without fail… you have come together for me. You don’t know how
tremendously soothing you are to me! Just knowing that my words mean enough to
you, my son means enough to you, I mean enough to you to read this every day.
It melts my heart! I have had prayer chains in our name all across the country
and God is listening! He is listening and He is working! So thank you again. {I
know that I say that a lot, but I mean it from the bottom of my heart}<o:p></o:p></div>
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On top of all of that, and after a long conversation with my
mom, [AND without any permission of mine] she has opened a donation account in
our name. As most of you know, I’m not one to ask for help, no matter how much
I may need it. So, in lieu of our situation, I have humbly added a “support my
blog” button. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Dominic is doing remarkable. There have been so many
wonderful things happening! In the last three days, we have been making HUGE
strides. I was a little bit worried about him not wanting to eat, but then
today, I took him out of his room and he ate like a CHAMP! He has been smiling
and laughing a little more every day that goes by. Today he stood up {with a
lot of help} for a whole 5 minutes!! It was AMAZING! After that he started to
want to sit up more and more. I am such a proud mama. Thank You God!!! <o:p></o:p></div>
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