Noah

Well, I am annoyed at my mother--here I am 32 and annoyed at her yet again. As I have written before, Noah has had some trouble with behavior and anxiety...well, Monday after much discussion with his play therapist and his pediatrician, I decided to bring him to a psychiatrist. Now remember, I have struggled with depression for almost as long as I can remember and I get so anxious it is unbearable. I have spent the majority of my life with few friends because I am so painfully shy. It takes someone taking an interest in me for me to warm up and become their friend. I feel that once I am able to do that I am no longer so anxious, but it is hard. I hate going to events that I do not know anyone, as I am sure to get sick...anyway, where I am going with this is that Noah "looks" just like me when it comes to this. I am terrified that he is going to end up like me and I do not wish this on anyone. That is why I started him in play therapy last year...he just is not making tremendous progress and it breaks my heart. So, the psychiatrist told me that he needs to be on medicine for his anxiety (and most likely ADHD as well, but we are not there yet). So, Noah was started on Prozac Monday. I just pray that this is the right thing for him...I just want him happy and I want him to have happy memories of his childhood...mostly I just want him to live a life where he does not worry all the time and he is not sad. So, my mother told me I was not allowed to write about this on CaringBridge...I told her I am not ashamed of this, but she obviously is...for now, I will not upset her, so I will only write about it here...I guess I need to pick my battles...this one is not worth it right now. Please pray that Noah does not have any of the side effects of the medicine...I just want him healthy and happy.

Therapy by the scissors...

Saturday, I finally went and did something for myself--I went to get my hair done for the first time in many, many months. I had all sorts of pictures picked out on what I liked, but I was not sure if I really should go through with it. As I showed the pictures to the stylist, she said that she felt it would look good on me and then she started to cut...after she asked me one last time if I was really sure I wanted this. As I saw my hair coming off, tears started to flood my eyes...I loved the hair style, but it was as if so much of the pain, anxiety and stress that I have held on to over the last year and a half was being cut away from me. I was feeling a sense of relief from all the things that have happened since Micah's diagnosis. I am very aware of the fact that I am still terrified, anxious and not fully "functional" yet, but it sure did help cleanse me of some of the stuff that I just could not let go of. Amazingly, the last week or so, I have been incredibly emotional...I am not sure if it has to do with the fact that Grandpa died almost 13 years ago, or if it is because we are coming up on another anniversary of Micah's cath procedure, when he was so sick, or if it is because Micah still is not "healthy" like he was suppose to be. I just know that the tears are flowing freely this week. Anyway, I had about 10 inches of hair chopped off and now I have the "Pob" the Posh bob--it takes me a little more time to do in the mornings, but it is sassy!

Superstitions????

Okay, here is one of my many quirks...I am very superstitious about things (black cats, broken mirrors, the number 13, ladders etc...). I also have this bizarreness about me that lets me know things sooner than expected (I know when someone is pregnant often before they do--or when they are not yet telling, I can often sense when something is not right with a close friend etc.), but included in this is my seemingly perfect ability to predict when something bad is going to happen with someone in my family.

Now, people may find me to be absolutely crazy, but here it goes. My grandpa Bootzie (Bernard) passed away 13 years ago (September 15). I was very close to him and Noah was named after him...I could not give Noah his first name because I did not want Noah's initials to be BM--sorry...so Noah's Hebrew name is Baruch, which was my grandpa's Hebrew name...Noah's middle name is Aaron, where I took the A from my grandpa's middle name, Albert.

Grandpa's death was very hard on me, but I found a great sense of peace everytime I saw a cardinal (the bird) because my grandpa was a HUGE St. Louis Cardinal fan. From what my family tells me he was suppose to be the catcher for the team back in his day, but called away to war instead. So, since his death, if I was down in the dumps or depressed or discouraged, it seemed that a cardinal would show up to let me know that all would be okay. This has always been a reassuring thing to me.

Well, interestingly enough, right before I found out about Micah, cardinals started showing up all over the place. This was great for me because I knew my grandpa was sharing his strength with me. Now, the problem with this is now when I see a cardinal, I am a bit on edge. I know, I know...CRAZY...but....everytime that I have seen a cardinal since Micah's diagnosis in utero, within about 2 weeks we hear something bad about his health.

So, here it goes, I have seen two cardinals on separate occasions since Monday morning, so I am here worried about what might be coming. Don't worry, it is not consuming my life, I simply wonder about what is going to happen a little each day. I know that I cannot change or predict the future, and I also know that I cannot live in constant fear, so I don't, I just have a heightened sense of awareness. I think that this helps me be slightly more prepared when I am told of something. I will continue to hope that these two birds/Grandpa were simply telling me hello from above this week, but....who knows.

Micah Online

Hi Everyone...a couple weeks ago a member of a support group that I belong to was looking for CHD stories to publish on her nonprofit's website, so I volunteered Micah's story. Please click on this link, http://www.kidswithheart.org/ and you will find Micah's story, it starts with a little blurb at the beginning and then there is a link to click on to get his whole story. This is one of the nonprofits that fund CHD stuff...plus they have really cool items for purchase! You can make a donation in his honor as well.
Hugs,
Samantha
P.S. I am posting this everywhere...so you will find it on all my sites!
Here's a picture of the little guy, getting in trouble of course! As a side...he has broken the kids Apple keyboard and the DVD player in a matter of just two days...I think we need to find a way to control this one!

Not much going on here...

except for the fact that I am now sick! Noah got me. Oh well. He is too darn cute, he burst into tears this morning when I said I was not feeling well and he ran and gave me a huge hug saying "I am so sorry I got you sick Mommy". Well, that broke my heart, but at the same time, it was one of the sweetest things ever to be said. He is such a special little boy! I actually do not think he got me sick, as my throat does not hurt-I am more bothered with my ear/congestion and my tummy. It is not easy being a mommy when you are sick, that is for sure!

On another note, I am finding myself incredibly torn about Micah's heart cath last week. I think back to the doctor walking up to us and I remember my heart just pounding...then she said he was looking pretty good. My first reaction was disbelief, then relief, but the more I think back on it, the more I find myself torn. I am THRILLED that he does not need surgery right now, but at the same time, I am upset because the poor baby will simply just nurse and his little head is soaked from sweating. He can be playing with Noah and Leah for just a few minutes and be breathing like he just ran a marathon! It does not slow him down at all--thankfully, but it breaks my heart. I want him to be able to do normal things, I want him to be able to play soccer, football or anything that he wants to, but that is not going to happen.

I am so thankful that he is as healthy as he is, but I am sad for him that I will have to set more limits with him on certain things, and I can tell that his personality will not like that one bit. I am so happy that I have this little guy in my life and I only wish that I could be more like him. I do not obsess as much about it anymore like I use to...I don't let his heart consume me, but there are moments everyday that I look at him and I wish with everything in me that I could have made him just as healthy as I made Noah & Leah. We are so lucky with his outcomes in comparison to so many others, and I respect that, but at the same time, he is my baby and he is not thriving in the manner that I had wished for. I sometimes wonder if I somehow upset G-d when I was pregnant with Micah because I would tell everyone, I don't care what the baby is, just as long as it is healthy, but then I continued on to say...but it would be great to have a boy so that Leah was the only girl and it would be easier for her being the middle child. I know that I will never know what caused his heart problems (still that whole Zoloft guilt in me), but I think it is a question that may torment me for a long time to come.

Anyway, I have to go off to Costco now to stock up on a bunch of food and paper supplies--it has been almost 2 months since my last visit there! Jonathan hates it when I go there because he does not understand the point of buying in bulk!

Jonathan

I do not seem to give enough credit to Jonathan's feelings about my precious kiddos. He has always been one of those men, you know the kind, never showing his emotions. I have only seen him cry three times in our time together (one fight we had, Noah's birth, and when Micah was being diagnosed with his heart defect.) I think because of this, I dismiss his feelings about all this. I think that I get angry with him for not being more concerned, when in reality, he just expresses himself differently than I do.

We got a copy of the letter that the cardiologist sends to the pediatrician today, and from it, we gathered that she is very concerned about the actual tricuspid valve and feels that there may be something wrong with it as well. Since reading that, Jonathan has been rather sad looking and just hugs on Micah. It may have more to do with the fact that he is jet lagged and tired from his 12 day business trip to Europe, but he is sad. I can see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice. It is sad for me to look at what I imagine to be this pillar of strength (that normally upsets me that he does not get rattled at all) looking so defeated.

Starbucks no more...

I am sad to say that I have had to give up my morning guilty pleasure. There will be no more Venti Non-fat Hazelnut Lattes for me. I cannot believe that $4.11 was not enough for Starbucks, they had to raise it by another $0.09. So now I am ever so grateful to my wonderful husband who had been preparing me for this transition when he bought me my very own espresso/coffee/frothing machine. This one really works and I must say, I have gotten pretty good at making my own lattes--although they are the vanilla variety because I cannot find hazelnut coffee syrup in a large size. So, until a crisis of no time to prepare my own latte in the morning arises, good bye Starbucks.