tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615433969799198992024-02-18T19:59:30.939-08:00The Garcia'sJoelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02593503798309146311noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61543396979919899.post-5217298896036908272011-09-12T14:52:00.000-07:002011-09-12T15:00:24.863-07:002nd Post-op ENT visit for Jake<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEl7U6mvrpPL2zKus4UNtIRFK05zWDBHCl92EjusFpGyBDf0CQ3JbmLFDHaZbjn1mAUbN-j0PBM8X_i7DY96BVZXUZ1a8OumtjC4BIaQTzUrSh92qoWEr2pl895GDDc9frgQh3IhUw7VE/s1600/DSC_0083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEl7U6mvrpPL2zKus4UNtIRFK05zWDBHCl92EjusFpGyBDf0CQ3JbmLFDHaZbjn1mAUbN-j0PBM8X_i7DY96BVZXUZ1a8OumtjC4BIaQTzUrSh92qoWEr2pl895GDDc9frgQh3IhUw7VE/s640/DSC_0083.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><br />
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Well, we are slowly but surely seeing the light at the end of the tunnel with Jake. We went to Jake's 2nd ENT visit since having his surgery. It has been approximately one month since Jake had his surgery. Joel and I were both terrified going to this appointment, as we are, every appointment just because we don't know what we will be hearing. I think, no I know for a fact, that Joel and I have gotten much stronger about this situation and handling it much better now that we have had since June 11th, to absorb it all. So we go into the visit and the doctor gets his tools to look into Jake's ear and our stomach's just sink at that very instant. The doctor is looking around inside his ear, and says, "things look good!" Okay, Joel and I can breathe again! As the parents having to take good care and extra precautions with an inner eardrum that is having to heal on a very ACTIVE 4 year old, is very stressful! So hearing those words from the doctor at that moment....life was GOOD! As parents, we have done well, for now. Maybe we can lift some of the doubt that has been weighing on us that we were potentially doing something wrong. I actually, a few days beforehand, was blowing Jake's nose something we all do with our kids. Well, Joel had brought to my attention that blowing your nose can actually put pressure inside the ear and that may have not been good for Jake's eardrum. I was so paranoid and mad at myself, because I should have thought about that before I made him blow his nose. And even a few days before that, I was watching Joel put in Jake's ear plug so that we could take him a bath, and I said, "Joel, you may not want to press down on the ear that hard the doctor said not to press down too hard." That was probably not the best thing to have told him, as now I made him paranoid. So we say things have gotten much easier and have now been absorbed a bit better, but as parents wanting to do the best thing for our children, we have become paranoid about doing just that. So to continue with our ENT appointment. We moved to the room that has the microscope to look way into the ear. The doctor had to scrape the inside of his ear, which was not pleasant for Jake, but he did GREAT! The doctor said that the absorbable packing was still sitting on the graft and when he blew air into the ear he could see the eardrum move, which is a good sign that the graft is taking! The doctor wants us to continue to put drops in his ear twice a day for 10 days to see if it absorbs the packing so that the doctor will not have to scrape at the next visit again. I'm hoping and praying that he will not have to do that again! The doctor also said that he wants to see us again in 3 weeks and if all looks good, it will have been 7 weeks since surgery, and he will perform a hearing test at this visit. So this hearing test will be a true test to see if things really worked and if the doctor made the right decision by not touching those bones. Like I said, we would not be where we are today if we did not faith. So I continue to have faith that regardless of the outcome, Jake will be fine. Please continue to pray that this hearing test gives us the miracle of restored hearing, that Jake will not have to have his ear scraped, and that the graft has healed the way it should. We will continue to update you on Jake's progress. Thanks again for thinking of our family!<br />
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Lots of Love,<br />
Joel, Annette, Jake, and Ayden<br />
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* Below are pics of some of the fun things that we have done lately*<br />
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</tbody></table><div>As Ayden says, "I go to baby school now, mommy!" Jake has told Ayden that he goes to big boy school and that Ayden goes to baby school. Ayden is still excited anyway, even if it is baby school! My Ayden is getting so big and wants to be a big boy so badly, so I chose to put Ayden in some sort of school just for him. At first, Ayden was not so sure about it. The first day involved some tears when Jake and I left the room for the first time. Broke my heart and brought tears to my eyes as this is the first time I am leaving Ayden with anyone. Jake got into the car and said, "mommy, the teacher will calm him down." I just love my boys, sometimes they have just the right things to say or know the exact moment that I could use hugs and kisses. It seemed like a lifetime to go and pick Ayden up from school as I was so excited to hear how it went. I walked into the school and Ayden says, "you came back! Of course, I did, silly goose! Did you like school? Yeah, with a big smile!" What a relief! It took Ayden 3 days of being dropped off at school for him to say, "bye, mommy, I'll see you later." Anyways, I think he is starting to like it and having something just for him. Not to mention, it is very nice, for this mommy to get some quiet time to herself, even if it is just 2 hours. I am not complaining. It actually gives me and Jake some one-on-one time together, something we don't ever really get. It's been really nice, I'm very grateful! <br />
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Lots of love,<br />
Joel, Annette, Ayden, and Jake<br />
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</div>Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02593503798309146311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61543396979919899.post-44925002025504980262011-08-24T21:21:00.000-07:002011-08-24T21:25:53.145-07:00Jake starts Pre-K<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqVLZ3Kz76vuXXLCj0d61E9aRYhMuo-wAVQxIgxCvsc02h5UXYRf4y2qsfX3uSZfAC8b6Spa9SsA2wXpK6yKNw6TzU8yJ2WCeLGRZrC15ivLb_8nKxKpZin1Nz5zFHu7fS7UAtbh6nMD0/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqVLZ3Kz76vuXXLCj0d61E9aRYhMuo-wAVQxIgxCvsc02h5UXYRf4y2qsfX3uSZfAC8b6Spa9SsA2wXpK6yKNw6TzU8yJ2WCeLGRZrC15ivLb_8nKxKpZin1Nz5zFHu7fS7UAtbh6nMD0/s640/DSC_0008.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
We are finally starting to get back some normalcy in our lives and the first starts with Jake starting Pre-K. He was so excited to start Pre-K he could hardly stand it! I think that he is even more excited about getting to eat the cafeteria lunch and being surprised with what he gets served that day! </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This first day of Pre-K for Jake was a hard mommy day for me. Thanks to Danielle, for listening to that rough mommy day I had! When I dropped Jake off, I realized that I was so scared to leave Jake because I would not be there to watch out for him. This is where my faith had to step in. I had to have faith that Jake would be watched by his teachers and staff at his school. Of course, I had to coach Jake with when someone gets too close to your ear, tell them to watch out, etc. Just to see that huge smile on Jake's face, made things so much easier for me! It definitely made that faith come alive.</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jake had a great first day, overall! Jake has always loved school so I did not think that I would have any trouble with him, but Ayden, on the other hand, surprised me. He was screaming through the entire school all the way out to the car when we said good-bye to Jake. Ayden wanted to stay so bad and even sat at the table with Jake when we dropped him off. I had decided not to put Ayden in Pre-school this year, but after this temper tantrum that he had, made me think otherwise. It actually broke my heart that maybe he feels that he is missing out on fun stuff, too. So mommy found him a pre-school that I hope he enjoys. He is now happily saying that he is going to go to baby school since Jake is going to big boy school. We shall see how his first day goes next week. Stay tuned for that update :)! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Overall, life has been extremely good considering the circumstances and recovery of Jake. I could not have asked for a better spirited child regardless of what he has gone through! I can honestly say that Jake's positive attitude has made things so much easier on Joel and me. I am still having those days of paranoia as far as how active Jake is being while recovering. I still get feelings of anger, and occasionally cry because of the grieving that I am still going through. It has not been easy for me to this day to absorb, but I truly feel that it is going to take time, my time. It has gotten easier, but the pain is still there deep in my heart. I'm trying! One of our dear friends heard something at church and felt that he needed to share it with me in order to help me heal and get an answer to my why's. He said that </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i style="color: #990000;">sometimes there are friends who God takes out of your life, because you lean on them more than you lean on Him. </i>I thought that it was a great and important message for me to hear. So if you hear of a message and thinks that it will help me in some way, I would love to hear them! Life has moved on and is continuing to be busy. However, please continue to say prayers for Jake. Please pray that his graft is intact and is healing the way it should, that he is watched over while at school, that no infection occurs, and that he regains his hearing when this is all said and done. We are still left in limbo on what lies in the future for Jake....so any and all prayers will be so ever appreciated and heartfelt! It means so much that you check on our family through our blog..........</span></span><br />
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</tbody></table>We have to continue to use a plug during bath time, and we cannot submerge his head in any water for another 6 to 8 weeks. It will be a long recovery, but I am so grateful that I can hug on Jake, love on him, see him run and play and most of all laugh! We will go back to see the doctor in 3 to 4 weeks. Please continue to say prayers that Jake's ear heals with no pain, no infection, and that his hearing is regained, so that we will not have to go through another surgery! I have added a picture of what his incision looks like today. Every time we see his ear it is a constant reminder of what Jake is having to go through. It has been a BIG challenge not to get angry every time! Since I have been writing about Jake's blog I have realized that I need to start focusing on my heart healing, as well. This has not been an easy situation for Joel nor I. I just wish I knew where to start! Jake's spirit has not suffered and that is what keeps us going! We will all heal, with time. Again thanks for all the thoughts and continued prayers for our family! Jake is a true champ in our eyes. <br />
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Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02593503798309146311noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61543396979919899.post-80564572544901387272011-08-03T13:40:00.000-07:002011-08-03T13:40:55.722-07:00The day is here for Jake's surgeryOf course, Joel and I stayed up till all hours of the night avoiding going to bed. We knew that when we went to bed, we would soon wake up and get ready to take Jake to his surgery. That may have backfired on us as we are exhausted now, but everyone deals with things in their own way right :)! Well, needless to say, it was inevitable for this day to come. It is here....today, the day that we have been dreading since we heard the word "possible surgery." Want it or not it was going to happen! So we get up and Jake happens to wake up earlier than he normally does, what are the chances? We've now got to occupy a 4 year old to not want to eat or drink anything until his surgery at 11:10am? I banned the entire house of eating or drinking anything until he left to surgery. Let me just tell you this, it is possible, because he did it! Amazingly he never really asked for anything, and I thank my in-laws for being here that made this possible! <br />
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</tbody></table>We get to the surgery center and it is time, just like that! Wow, Jake is a champ! He is one of the bravest kids I know! He goes back to surgery with his Captain America doll and his Halloween Garfield movie playing on the dvd player. Life is good on silly juice! Let me tell you, I was about to ask for a shot of that silly juice myself, because my anxiety was through the roof! Of course, I cried the tears that I had been holding back since I woke up that morning and my most AWESOME husband comes to my rescue with, "he's going to be fine, Annette, we've got to believe that he's going to be fine." I don't know what I would do without my husband, he truly is amazing! So the tick of the clock starts as the countdown starts for a 3 hour surgery. It was probably the longest 3 hours of my life. It felt like a lifetime, but we managed through it! "Mr. and Mrs. Garcia, the doctor is ready to talk to you!" Joel and I could not run over there fast enough! "He did great!" What a relief! The doctor stated that he fixed the hole with the skin graft, which he believes will be successful! He also stated that he did not touch the bones, because during a reflex test the bones were functioning the way they should. The doctors gut was telling him not to touch them, to leave them alone, and see how Jake's body tries to mend them back together! Another relief! This journey is still not quite over yet, but the surgery was over and it was a great moment for us! It is now time to see Jake! Jake was quite, but awake! He slurped on his popsicle that was given to him and was ready to go home. We got home and he bounced back to himself, which was so great to see. <br />
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</tbody></table> He has truly amazed me in this journey and I believe that all the support and prayers is what has given him the strength and courageousness to endure this experience that he has had to go through! We will continue to take this journey day by day and continue to have faith that god is here with us every step of the way! I pray for a quick and speedy recovery and that Jake continues to be pain-free and able to swim, something that he is been wanting to do, sooner than we expected! Lots of love to everyone!<br />
Jake, Ayden, Annette, and Joel<br />
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My sweet boy who out of nowhere tells me that with a huge smile on his face. Now, as I walk outside of the ENT office, I have to explain to my sweet baby that he will have to have surgery. How do you start to begin to explain this to a sweet innocent boy who did no wrong. Joel is right, his spirit is not broken, he still has that sweet smile and is full of joy. Meanwhile, our hearts are breaking for him with anger, fear, shock, and the list goes on. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I first want to say, “thank you,” to those of you who check this blog continuously, call, email, and text to see how we are all doing! It means so much to us that we can’t even explain. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0efg-4Z2L3EfaxkWXmYwQuHqzwt0lmjP5Xhnf35_SlT7MuZRrX0EBoqDLzkKwzvg3IrXJNiuqjdmGaEHCMU4x1hfFvYdnxhVdqbYGmnLWFUfZDVm0S1EldUzBzJmcquPAw0GlBacrY3s/s1600/IMG_0006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0efg-4Z2L3EfaxkWXmYwQuHqzwt0lmjP5Xhnf35_SlT7MuZRrX0EBoqDLzkKwzvg3IrXJNiuqjdmGaEHCMU4x1hfFvYdnxhVdqbYGmnLWFUfZDVm0S1EldUzBzJmcquPAw0GlBacrY3s/s400/IMG_0006.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As we were on our way to the CT scan a couple of weeks ago, I was digging in my purse and came across my camera. I told myself that I should take a picture of Jake by the CT scan because this is a journey that he is having to go through and I want him to see how brave and strong he was when he is older. So I decided that I am taking pictures of everything that Jake is having to endure so that everyone can see for themselves and understand his journey. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The ENT appointment in a short form went like this: The hole is still there and needs surgery to be repaired. His hearing is the same as last time. As far as the CT scan goes, one of the bones in his ear has been separated and the doctor will not know what to do with this bone until he goes in there. The surgery is set for Tuesday, August 2nd.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcwLwWzfO1M4xHHaqazB5toF8VAjdWBitcc9jr8jdcuOxcZE9GnmRFP2Bo32gDUgexpADzoj2lDwFtNS1X762SVJmWjriKbYebdvh-OAxlMQkG0t8yvOg3ERA4tFtYC-R_n1Ra3EsQiX4/s1600/IMG_0139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcwLwWzfO1M4xHHaqazB5toF8VAjdWBitcc9jr8jdcuOxcZE9GnmRFP2Bo32gDUgexpADzoj2lDwFtNS1X762SVJmWjriKbYebdvh-OAxlMQkG0t8yvOg3ERA4tFtYC-R_n1Ra3EsQiX4/s200/IMG_0139.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_FCAkh2wCvgpbNoqN_Lr_fBI0S7A2Cht_XTgMB877ChKuI_sIWSI6m79UAWlXcdk2OL-91Uq7PFphqfoI9QMClYbXxkpzET0kduYdHsIdaovFIRzcPx-cRA8PW9jnvN6GxEwoHJbisus/s1600/IMG_0140.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/AVvXsEh_FCAkh2wCvgpbNoqN_Lr_fBI0S7A2Cht_XTgMB877ChKuI_sIWSI6m79UAWlXcdk2OL-91Uq7PFphqfoI9QMClYbXxkpzET0kduYdHsIdaovFIRzcPx-cRA8PW9jnvN6GxEwoHJbisus/s200/IMG_0140.JPG" width="200" /></a><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">At the beginning of all this, I was trying to figure out a way to make this a positive experience for Jake instead of it being a negative one. So I decided to use ABA therapy, something that I was taught when I was a Behavioral Resource Therapist. This involves getting a treat for everything that he is having to go through so that he can remain strong through some painful things. Here are some of the treats that he has gotten for being one of the strongest boys I know! Right now at this moment you cannot put a price on just making him smile for what he is having to go through. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I continue to pray that this will not break his spirit. This journey is not over yet, and I just pray that we will soon be able to put this whole experience behind us! We would not be where we are today if it weren’t for all the support, words of encouragement, and prayers out there. Please keep them coming for Jake’s upcoming surgery. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><br />
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What seemed like an eternity was more like 4-5 minutes. Jakey remained motionless. The technician comes in and says, "Perfect Jake. You were perfect." Thank God! They had warned us on Friday that if Jake couldn't hold his position, they were going to have to reschedule and have him sedated for the procedure. The inner ear bones are so small that the person getting the images done has to remain motionless through the entire process. Jake did it! So no sedation! Woohoo! I know, I know, it doesn't seem like a major feat but you try to get a 4.5 year old to sit still for more than 1 minute, much less 5!<br />
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So, they finish up and the technician is asking Jake questions, and he's stiff. No movement. She finally says, you can move. LOL. So Jake relaxes and starts to move around, jumps off the table, and says, "Where's my prize?" LOL. Momma didn't raise no fool!<br />
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More of a waiting game still. We get the results of the CT Scan hopefully in the next few days. If the bones are where they should be then we focus on the hole in the eardrum. If the bones are misplaced or cracked, then we deal with it when go back in two weeks. Either way, in two weeks we'll know if Jake has to have surgery or if his ear has miraculously mended itself. Stranger things have happened! I envision him to be bionic, that his little body is working feverishly to close that gap. I try to think of him as a starfish because starfish are capable of regrowing appendages that have been severed. So, when you're praying, ask that he be a bionic starfish!Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02593503798309146311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61543396979919899.post-37151266839635990342011-06-23T07:39:00.000-07:002011-06-23T07:39:10.404-07:00Odd MorningIt's amazing what your mind does subconsciously. Last night Annette let me sleep on the couch so that I could get some rest because I've been working some late nights. Right now both boys are sleeping with us in our bed just because we're still nervous about them not being with us. I know, I know. We're going to have to eventually get passed this. Anyway, so she tells me to go to bed on the couch and I do. Odd thing is, I woke up in Jake's bed. In the middle of the night I must have woken up and slept walk to Jake's room and fell back asleep in his bed.<br />
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Sleep walking is a rare occurrence for me but I have done it. When Jake was first born and I had just started my business, I was wearing my body down by not getting enough sleep. I found myself sleep walking. Maybe this is God's way of saying, "Joel, take it easy. Get some rest. I'm taking care of this." So, tonight............going to bed by 9pm. Don't call us!! LOL.Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02593503798309146311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61543396979919899.post-47628664659843257652011-06-17T07:13:00.000-07:002011-06-17T07:20:13.156-07:00No More Mickey Mouse Band-aidsSo Jake slept with me last night on the couch because Ayden had fallen asleep with Annette on the bed. Too many arms and legs flailing around to sleep comfortably. Anyway, I wake up this morning at 6am and instantly turn to inspect Jake's ear...........as I've done countless times. And my heart sunk. Panic. There appeared to be dried up blood all over his cotton ball. I refocus my eyes to assess the situation, and come to an instant relief when I realized that those blood stains were merely Mickey looking back at me from the white band-aid. Too late though, the damage was done and I had to rush to the restroom to deal with my instant diarrhea.<br />
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When Annette woke up I told her, "No more Mickey Mouse band-aids." We need bright, we need vivid, we need eye-popping colors.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBi9fTvSSdKWzml3a1EcO1mDd8fIgKkMgGsdMEt-L31QahbmFj5yJYWx63rOuRZ-1Gb5J8yIRtBw3EmTAx3NnRmTDBGluWChLam24t2DPWp_P-lF8XrDajkfFYFNeV9EbAT4Ld6JSOY4Y/s1600/IMG_2305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBi9fTvSSdKWzml3a1EcO1mDd8fIgKkMgGsdMEt-L31QahbmFj5yJYWx63rOuRZ-1Gb5J8yIRtBw3EmTAx3NnRmTDBGluWChLam24t2DPWp_P-lF8XrDajkfFYFNeV9EbAT4Ld6JSOY4Y/s320/IMG_2305.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>Just a few photos to show you that Jake is doing great. The first one is of him and Ayden. Ayden wanted to wear a band-aid on his ear just like Jake. So he wore his band-aid all day that day. The second one is from last night. He was pumped about the chocolate cake that momma bought him.Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02593503798309146311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61543396979919899.post-25306066638218151612011-06-16T11:28:00.000-07:002011-06-16T11:28:52.109-07:00TodaySo, as you can only imagine, we're exhausted. But Jakey is a trooper. He woke up two days ago and asked me, "Daddy, you gonna fix my ear?" Talk about crushing!! What do you say to that? Well of course I tell him yes. Then he says, "Is mommy gonna fix my ear?" And of course I tell him yes. So then I ask him, "Jake, do you want us to fix your ear?" He thinks for a minute, then says, "Uh, No."<br />
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Well we're still gonna try our best to fix his ear even if he doesn't want us to. LOL. So here we are 4 days into this nightmare and we try to ask ourselves, "what can we do to ease the pain that we have in our heart?" And it came to me. We need to continue to remind ourselves that this could have been sooooo much worse. When the ENT doctor was asking us if Jake had any milky discharge come out of his ear, or was he having problems with balance, had he seized? We were joyously answering, "No!" It had never occurred to us that the damage could have been that extensive or that severe. So, everyday we remind ourselves that we are very blessed and very fortunate that we didn't walk in and find Jakey lying on the floor seizing, or worse, brain damaged.<br />
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And another thing to be grateful for that I forgot to mention: They tested his hearing passed the middle ear to determine if there was any nerve damage and based on what they could tell so far, there appeared to be none!! So, we're back to the middle ear! Alot has been done to repair middle ear injuries. However, I refuse to read anything on the internet because all that does is create worries. LOL. I don't want to know statistics, procedures, odds, etc. Sometimes ignorance is bliss. I've attached a link to a song that I've been listening to.............on repeat for about 2 days now.<br />
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A CliffsNote Version. I'm not going to go into all the gory details of what happened because that's neither here nor there. The point of the matter is that another child at the home pushed an antenna into Jake's ear and ruptured his eardrum. We rushed him to the ER and they basically told us to wait until Monday to see the ENT. We went to the ENT on Monday and they confirmed our worst fears. Our child is deaf in his left ear. The doctor's exact words were, "It's a ratted mess in there. I can't really tell if the bone structures are where they need to be." Not what a parent wants to hear coming from a doctor.<br />
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And so our nightmare begins. We have our plan of action: We wait two weeks to see if the ear starts to repair itself. If there is improvement in his hearing, we will continue to assess the progress. If there is no improvement, then we go in for exploratory surgery. The hope then is to try and assess if any of the bones have shifted, cracked, etc. If it has to be replaced or adjusted it will be done at that time.<br />
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Now this blog may come across as cold and matter-of-fact, but I really just wanted to get the details of Jake's situation out to the folks that are concerned. I don't want to waste anyone's time talking to you about the emotional roller coaster that Annette and I have been forced to ride.............not to mention that the responsible parties have opted to wash their hands of their responsibility. My only goal right now is to keep everyone posted on what Jake is going through and what the doctor's are recommending.<br />
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So, that being said, Jake is doing great. I can't begin to explain to you how proud I am of him. The kid shows more strength in his little finger than most men do in their entire bodies. He's bouncing around, running around, playing around as if nothing has happened. So I'm glad to know that this other deviant child has not broken his spirit. Jakey will prevail.<br />
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Keep him in your prayers. More later as things progress.Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02593503798309146311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61543396979919899.post-79239824544310900232010-12-22T07:21:00.000-08:002010-12-22T07:21:32.506-08:00Trials of Being Left HandedSo I went to eat lunch with my friend Jason B who was in town for Christmas. We went to Genghis Grill which is Jason's favorite place to eat. If you're not familiar with how this dining experience works, you basically get to build your own meal. You start at the meat end, work your way down through the vegetables and end with a sauce/dressing. Well they have about 10-12 different sauces to baste your meal in so they provide you with little plastic tasting spoons at that particular station. There are two cups holding spoons...........one on the left, and one on the right. Of course, being left handed, it made perfect sense to grab for the spoons on the left. I sampled the spicy sauce and opted to combine it with the garlic one. Hmmmm, where to place my used spoon. That was the question now. Well, I took a closer look and realized the reason for the two spoon cups. The one on the right was for the clean spoons; the one on the left was for the used. I had used an already used spoon for my sampling!!! Talk about a stomach churner. The trials of being left handed.<div><br />
</div><div>By they way, Jake is going through a funny stage right now. He's flip-flopped his dominant hand. What he used to do with his right hand (eat, write, etc.), he's now doing with his left. Is this normal? We don't tell him anything because we'll let him do what comes naturally to him. But I was just curious if that was something that could change..........favoring the opposite hand as a child got older.</div>Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02593503798309146311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61543396979919899.post-73156781366910981902010-12-17T06:58:00.000-08:002010-12-17T06:58:59.381-08:00Morning PersonEvery morning I wake up with a song in my head. I don't know why, and I really don't even know how it gets there............it just does. So, that being said, for as long as I can remember, I'll either sing it out loud in the shower or just hum it as I'm walking around the house getting ready for work. Well, I guess I never realized how annoying it could be to those non-morning folks, like my wifey. We've been married for 6 years now and without having to remind any of you, the newness eventually wears off. Can you believe that out of nowhere, one morning, Annette is at the sink while I'm showering and she stops what she's doing to interrupt my morning concert to tell me, "Do you have to sing a song every time you wake up?". Wow, talk about taken aback. She was annoyed by my chipper ritual. Needless to say, from then on, I have turned down my morning vocals to a less than audible level when she walks in the bathroom. Sometimes I forget, but she quickly reminds me with the eyes. Yeah, you know the eyes.........the ones that say, "Stop!! Or Face The Wrath!!". Anyway, to all you morning people, this morning's song was "Let it Be". I've attached a link that makes me laugh.<br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Z6wP8eAb-8">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Z6wP8eAb-8</a>Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02593503798309146311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61543396979919899.post-18993732276618747882010-12-15T15:41:00.000-08:002010-12-15T15:41:27.501-08:00Ayden Dancing to DiegoEveryday at 6:30pm, the boys get to watch their favorite show Diego. Ayden breaks it down everytime! I never remember to record his gyrations but the day before yesterday, I did!! If you listen carefully you can even hear him trying to chime in when the song says Diego. And at the end, he's a little ahead of the prompt, but he's trying to yell, "Go Diego Go". Makes me laugh out loud.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxRkZsJ7yFRlmQVbYrm1YDvQYZKWzR2D1PqnKARmIW7E5wu5IkoiQWIum10UQBM26_zhYaqGmPSka8DOlPn' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div><br />
</div><div>Hope this brings a smile to your face like it does Annette and me. Feels like just yesterday we brought him home from the hospital. Now he thinks he's sooooo independent........even tells you "No" when you ask him to do something that he doesn't want to do. Time flies.</div>Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02593503798309146311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61543396979919899.post-39151672343608095912010-12-15T13:41:00.000-08:002010-12-15T13:41:41.613-08:00Our first entrySo, we've opted to go with a new blogging site to keep family/friends posted on what goes on in the Garcia household in lieu of the cumbersome site we previously used. This seems to be a little more streamline so we'll give it whirl and go from there!<br />
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