Well... another couple weeks have passed with me not updating the blog.  My children are not less funny or adorable, it is just that my brain is mush.  That and I have been throwing up a lot, so that tends to dampen the funny bone and lose out a little of the enjoyment in life.  That and I tend to wake up at night and not be able to get to sleep again.  Yesterday I woke up at 2:30 and didn't sleep after that.  Bummer. 

Basically, though, I really think that since I am using my creativity to make a baby, I just don't have anything left for humor in my blog!  Whatever the reason, I promised family members an update on yesterday's appointments for Mercy, so here goes!

Despite my lack of sleep, I was supposed to leave at 7 a.m.  I got ready to go, but as I was about to walk out the house realized that Eric had the carseat in the van which he took with him to work!  So I had to wait until 7:45 to leave.

I had to drive faster than I would like, but I did make it on time.  Or I would have if Mercy hadn't thrown up all over herself.  THEN I realized that the diaper bag was also in the van and I hadn't gotten it out.  I did have an extra shirt, and some diapers and wipes, so she went all over Louisville in a shirt, diaper, and shoes.  Height of fashion, I tell ya.

The first doctor was an hour late, then by the time I was done there, I was late for the next appointment.  And it was POURING down rain.  Totally dumping.  There was rain and tornado warnings for the rest of the day.  Just what I needed.  I went to bed at about 7:30 last night.

Bottom line with the doctors is that they want to take Mercy off the prednisone.  They are worried about the long term effects of being on such high doses of steroids for so long.  I understand that.  Unfortunately they are pretty sure that the hemangioma will grow with the weaning of the steroids.  They think that, as long as it doesn't grow in her throat or eye, the growth is less dangerous than the steroid use.  And it may be.  But I am the one who sits on my sofa every day and watches it grow.  So pray for my peace of mind as we are weaning.  The last time we weaned her had devastating consequences.  So pray hard!

AND (Because I needed more stress in my calm life...) I am potty training Nate.  He totally doesn't want to train, so we are struggling.  You can pray for that, too.  I HATE potty training. 

Gotta go- he just pooped his pants...  Anyone have a time share in Tahiti I can borrow for a week?!

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Posted by Linda Up North

I sure will be praying, for your potty training as well as little Mercy. I will pray they will come up with a way to solve the hemangioma that does not involve the steroids... and that it does not grow at all in the meantime.

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Posted by kleo30

I've been praying for you lots and lots. I'm glad to have a Mercy update. I pray your pg symptoms are over soon :)

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Posted by CTdittmar

Great to catch up with all your goings on. My heart goes out to you and my prayers will to for all that is going on with your family...Mercy and your new pregnancy. Congratulations!!! That is exciting. I'll check back again soon!
Warm hugs to you, dear friend!
Christa

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Posted by Lyric

Ooh, Carri, I'm so sorry to hear all that! You've certainly had a time of it, lately. :-(

(((hugs)))

I hope things start looking better for you. Lots of prayers floating your way!
~Jen (member of a Peterson clan in Washington)

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Posted by Anonymous

I just wanted to let you know I was born with a severe hemangioma on my neck. While it did grow when I was young - it disappeared by the time I was two. Back then, my pediatrician had told my mom that they always seem to go away before the 2nd birthday. Maybe it was an old wives' tale, but keep hope and maybe see some other doctors. Just a thought! My prayers are with you (especially on the potty training thing!)

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Posted by Anonymous

Hello. I just read your post about potty training your son. I hate potty training, too. But with my son, I started giving him a penny every time he didn't have an accident before I reminded him to go or when he would go himself. He wasn't interested in potty training, either. But this worked! He doesn't care about stickers and I don't like the candy idea. He'd been asking for a toy motorcycle, so the pennies became his "motorcycle pennies". Just thought I'd offer up this idea.

Jennifer D
http://dewings.blogspot.com/

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