thank you !

Thank you everyone for all of your kind thoughts and prayers.  I did talk to my brother today and they are doing as well as can be expected.  Since they were told a few months ago that one of their babies would die they accepted his death and have been very pro-active on what they wanted to do for him and themselves to grieve.  When he was born alive they started to believe in miracles, but some doctors tried to tell them he was not going to make it.  Fortunately he did not have to suffer very long. 

Now they are concentrating on getting Cheryl strong, burring their son, and taking the other son home.  They are both very strong people, they both lost spouses tragically, I know they will be fine.  They have family and their belief in God to keep them strong.

Me?  I've been hibernating.  Recharging for the week ahead.  And that feels just right!

 

sad news

Little Tyson died last night in my brother's arms around 6:00 pm last night.  I am not sure what happened, but I think his bladder was just too damaged and his little body just couldn't survive.  We were able to talk to Cheryl right after the phone call.  Her parents were due back and all she wanted was for us to go to my brother and be with him.  I did that for her, I was pretty sure by the time I got to the other hospital Ken would be gone.  His cell phone was turned off.  I went for her so she could at least have some peace knowing my brother was not alone. 

We did not make it in time, he had held his son for awhile and then left to be with Cheryl.  I did get him on the phone and we did talk.  We all knew that this was a possiblity, the little guys death I am sure was a blessing.  The doctor's feel he had a genetic defect.  It is a sad thing.

Thankfully they have a healthy son to bring home.  And is he healthy!  He's taking in  fluids through a tube and is doing very well.  Cheryl beamed as she talked about holding her boy.  Her only regret is that she never got to hold Tyson.  Another sad thing.

There are no why's in this world.  Things just happen.  And we go on. But at least this little family (Cheryl has 2 older children a boy and a girl) will be a big family soon.  They should be able to take Rylan home soon.

Thank you for all the kind words thoughts and prayers!

baby update

Ok, I am now more informed.  Baby A is named Rylan and weighed in at a huge 5 pounds 6 ounces and 16 1/2 inches this is at 8 weeks premature!  His mommy got to hold him yesterday and he is doing great.  Baby B Tyson weighed 5 pounds 4 ounces (still big) and still holding his own.  He had to be transfered to Luthern General in Chicago for his care.  This I look at as a great sign, he is getting the best care possible.

I am going  up to the hospital this evening.  Keep on sending prayers and good thoughts, my brother is finally being more optimistic. He's gone from planning a funeral to sleeping over night at his son's hospital bed. 

My grandson Dakota is  improving greatly.  We went up to see him last night, Wednesday he was too cranky.  My son and daughter in law have been taking turns staying with him overnight.  Jacob was up there too running around the hallway.  If all goes well he'll be out tonight. 

I am just glad it's Friday...there's still a lot of sick kids and sick drivers.  All not good stuff, between the colds and the stomach flu...it's been a long winter.

I am ready for spring!

 

They're here!

My neice Jeni and I went to the hospital at around 10:30, the twins indeed were born this morning around 7:30 am.  They are both boys and ALIVE!  Twin B is named Kailin (not sure of the spelling) and immediately peed on the doc when he came out via c-section.  Twin A is named Tyson.  He  is a sick baby, but alive.  His bladder was full of fluid and they aren't sure if he's little lungs even developed.  They will be testing him to see what can be done through surgery to repair his bladder.  Hopefully his lungs are big enough for him to make it.  We are all hopeful. 

We only stayed a short bit as Cheryl needed to rest plus her mom was getting antsy to come in the room to see her.  Seems mother/daughter have some 'issues' and Cheryl didn't want her mother's "bitching" to ruin her day.  ooookay...

Then Mark calls me seems little Dakota is in the hospital (not the same as my sister-in-law, drats!) he is being observed and on oxygen for virual bronchitis.  So tonight we are going up there to visit.  My poor little guy!

And it's only Wednesday....

head cold!

A nasty virus is going around and my little grandbaby Dakota is really sick!  First they thought he had pink eye, then a cold, then pnemonia, now after a test it's a virus.  Poor kid, at least my stepson, his daddy is able to be home with him.  My daughter in law had to take 3 days off last week to take him to the doctor.  And Jacob was sick before him.  I hope I didn't give it to him because I have a head cold too. 

I had a bunch of kids sick on my routes too.  Even the naughty ones got it.  Fever, sniffles, ick!   

My problem child got written up again yesterday for swearing at me.  But today she must of been clued in about the luxery of riding a warm bus verses walking 5 miles home in the 20 degree windys if she got kicked off the bus and was overly nice to me today.  Not one arguement.  I was nice but not my usual friendly self.  This little one needs to earn back my trust.  I still fill bad though how little must a kid think of themselves to act out so much?  I've put my foot down with the rest, walking around the back of bus to socialize while I am going 55 down a highway is pushing it.  I moving to more drastic measures via written conduct reports.  That should do the trick.

On Sunday my stepmom called seems she talked to my sister-in-law who is having the twins.  Even after I asked my brother what I could do to help he still didn't tell me that he is building a master bedroom for himself and his wife.  And it's not done.  My husband and stepsons are in the trades, they did most of the work on their own houses, including electrical, and dry wall.  I called him and volunteered my family to help.  He was thrilled and I scolded him for trying to do everything on his own. 

Tomorrow his wife is due to have a c-section with the twins.  I have no midday so I am planning on heading to the hospital for moral support.  Fingers crossed and many prayers for  a good outcome.  I have always believed in the power of prayer and miracles.  They do happen. 

 

this and that

This has been a weird week.  My junior high pm route group are acting up,again.  There's been an ongoing fight with two sets of girls, each group sisters.   Now girl fights are not nice.  They hiss, they spit, they say things that make no sense to a rational human.  I tend to ignore them, tell them to sit down and knock it off...usually they listen.  Not this week.  This week one of them told their mommy on me, she feels I don't properly listen to her complaints.   Especially when she is screaming at me about how unfair I am.   This first happened at the beginning of the year.  Her mother called my supervisiors, but this only got her own daughter in trouble for lying so this time she went straight to the school.  The school's way of handling this was to put the trouble maker in the front seat of the bus.  This only makes things worse for me, now I get to enjoy the foul mouth of this child and listen to her stories of her 11 year life.  So Friday as I drop off the girl who feels I suck as a bus driver, naughty girl decides to scream out the window.  I forget what all she said mostly because this kid talks so fast I can't understand it anyway.  So I wrote her up.  I am sick and tired of trying to be nice to these kids.  They don't appreciate it they only take advantage of me.  And every time miss naughty girl decides to pick a fight with this girl I am going write her up.  The big problem is this...the last time her sister got in trouble and got kicked off the bus for 3 days the mother made them walk home, they live about 5 long highway miles from the school.  Very, Very unsafe for a 12 year old girl.  :::sigh:::  I guess I can only do the best I can, I can't change the world or the world's kids.  Which by the way some of them have become the most disrespectful group yet.

Tomorrow is the Super Bowl.  Personally I don't care about the game.  To me it's all pretend and entertainment.  They pay these guys big money to entertain us, it could be Paris Hilton and Bill Cosby smacking each other around for I all I care.  We are going to Jeremy and Tracey's for a party.  For me it's all about playing with the babies.  Luckily the party will be downstairs in the basement that he and my husband have been finishing.  I can relax and play chooo chooo train with Jacob.

My brother and his wife are expecting twins.  This poor guy buried his first wife after she mixed some medication and went to sleep and didn't wake up.  She didn't do it on purpose she did a dumb deadly mistake.  She was 5 months pregnant with a baby girl.  His present wife is about 30 weeks and they think one of the twins is dying.  I went to the hospital last night and she is hopeful but realistic.  She on total bed rest and is marking the days until they can induce labor or do a c-section.  Makes me sad.  My brother is a great guy and works his butt off to support his wife and the two children she brought to their marriage.  I am sure that all of this will work out.  I gotta believe that God will cause the best outcome for his whole family.  It just plain sucks though. 

Other than a few other family issues with Mark's ex, which are ongoing because the woman is a straight up nut my life is running on normal.  The weather turned cold again, but I can deal with 30's.  My father's Florida home survived the 10 inches of rain he had Friday, with a dry house.  Mark is working again at least for next week, and I get a day off in two weeks and am keeping the boys overnight.

Life is good...gonna go enjoy it...

is it spring yet?

                                

 

                                               did he see it?

I am ready for spring!