I realize my last post was titled 6 weeks, which means I haven't blogged in 5.5 weeks. I'm a really crappy blogger. This blog wasn't meant to be a blog where I occasionally blog about my kids and their ailments, it was supposed to be a creative outlet for myself. But creativity got lost somewhere at the corner of life with 4 boys, that's not always flowers and sausages.
Truth is, right now I am terrified. That kind of terrified that gets caught in my chest. Feels like I need a cigarette (which in June we quit 4 years ago) or somebody knocked the wind out of me.
Dylan has been having HORRIBLE headaches for the past week, maybe two. He has always had headaches since he's had the brain inflammation, but these are recurring every single day, once or twice a day and do not go away without ibuprofen. He cries with them and can't seem to function well. All he has wanted to do since they started is watch tv. That's not really Dylan, he likes to play outside.
I took him to the doctor yesterday about it and they couldn't offer an explanation or anything. That's sort of why we avoid pediatricians with Dylan. They simply don't know enough about Dylan or his condition to help him. I took him there yesterday mainly in hopes that he had an ear infection or something simple but we weren't that lucky.
He doesn't have any neurological symptoms so I don't suspect that he is sick again, but with Dylan everything is so hard to tell, he just had an Mri in January so the odds that he is sick again are slim, and he has been on Solumedrol injections since then as well so the likely that inflammation broke through that is slim, but if it has, it's even scarier because that would mean that steroids aren't working anymore...
So, if you can, if you will. Whatever you do, pray, dance in the woods, chant, light a candle... please do it for my boy.
We need him here with us and well. <3
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Saturday, February 16, 2013
6 weeks
Wes turns 6 weeks tomorrow! You'd probably expect me to say it flew right by, but it did not. It's been a ride, and we are still on that ride, but with a lot less tears these days.
I changed Wesley's doctor to a doctor that would actually listen to me and treat my child. I've never had to push for medicine for my baby before, but when your baby is in pain, you do what you have to do to help him. The zantac was just not strong enough. I changed my diet... I'm now dairy, caffeine and chocolate free. In addition to wheat and sugar free. Basically any food that might bring you pleasure, I cannot have. It's temporary. He won't have reflux forever. He won't be nursing forever. But for the right now, he is. It's the best thing for him (and me!) and as a mother, we do what's best for our kids, in spite of ourselves.
So he was changed from zantac to Prevacid. He has been on it for three days now and we can already tell a difference. He smiled at me yesterday! And you can hold Wes now and he wont cry! In fact, most of the tears are reserved for diaper changes and intense hunger.
The past 6 weeks have been hell, but I'm looking forward to the next 6 weeks and beyond being much easier.
The older wildboys are doing fine... God bless them, they never asked why Wes cried so much. Never complained. Just kept kissing him and loving him. I wish I could find my inner wildboy. So much unconditional love.. that's kids for ya. I wish I could say I had been as graceful about Wes' tears, but they brought me down with him. As good as I am at falling down, I can get right back up. We are learning this life together.
Dylan had an appt with his Neuro on the 8th and I never updated anyone on how he's doing. Dylan's MRI results were fantastic. His old scars are healing and his brain looks much better. We are awaiting the results of his PDH enzyme lab work, and when they come in we will reevaluate the need for steroids. If he is PDH deficient, he will stop steroids and start a low sugar low carb diet. If he is not deficient, continue steroids at Doc Veda's word. I got a phone call the other day telling me that Veda has changed him from once weekly steroids to biweekly steroids, so he won't get them as often now. So we are getting further away from them, slowly but surely.
Don't ask me how homeschool is going.
Kthanksbye.
I changed Wesley's doctor to a doctor that would actually listen to me and treat my child. I've never had to push for medicine for my baby before, but when your baby is in pain, you do what you have to do to help him. The zantac was just not strong enough. I changed my diet... I'm now dairy, caffeine and chocolate free. In addition to wheat and sugar free. Basically any food that might bring you pleasure, I cannot have. It's temporary. He won't have reflux forever. He won't be nursing forever. But for the right now, he is. It's the best thing for him (and me!) and as a mother, we do what's best for our kids, in spite of ourselves.
So he was changed from zantac to Prevacid. He has been on it for three days now and we can already tell a difference. He smiled at me yesterday! And you can hold Wes now and he wont cry! In fact, most of the tears are reserved for diaper changes and intense hunger.
The past 6 weeks have been hell, but I'm looking forward to the next 6 weeks and beyond being much easier.
The older wildboys are doing fine... God bless them, they never asked why Wes cried so much. Never complained. Just kept kissing him and loving him. I wish I could find my inner wildboy. So much unconditional love.. that's kids for ya. I wish I could say I had been as graceful about Wes' tears, but they brought me down with him. As good as I am at falling down, I can get right back up. We are learning this life together.
Dylan had an appt with his Neuro on the 8th and I never updated anyone on how he's doing. Dylan's MRI results were fantastic. His old scars are healing and his brain looks much better. We are awaiting the results of his PDH enzyme lab work, and when they come in we will reevaluate the need for steroids. If he is PDH deficient, he will stop steroids and start a low sugar low carb diet. If he is not deficient, continue steroids at Doc Veda's word. I got a phone call the other day telling me that Veda has changed him from once weekly steroids to biweekly steroids, so he won't get them as often now. So we are getting further away from them, slowly but surely.
Don't ask me how homeschool is going.
Kthanksbye.
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Reflux sucks: a 4 week journey
In all my childbearin' years (which come to an end as of February 21st because I am SOOOO getting my tubes tied) I was so happy I had relatively easy babies. I would hear horror stories of parents with their colicky babies, rocking them and walking them all hours of the night in a sleepy stupor, and be so thankful that wasn't me. 3 times I had babies and not a drop of colic.
Then came Wesley.
If you have ever seen the movie Multiplicity with Michael Keaton, there's a line in that movie that goes something like.. when you keep making copies of something... they start to not come out so sharp... now I know that doesn't apply to my children. They aren't copies of me or my husband and I am not implying that they keep coming out less intelligent, but they are sort of replications. A roll of the dice, a chocolate in one of those assorted boxes. You really never know what you are going to get. This time we rolled the dice and got a reflux baby. He's lucky he's so adorable.
*** I had to stop typing because there was a shriek from the bathroom. Somebody left a surprise in the bathtub. Wildboy style. ***
Since the very day he was born, Wes has had reflux. His reflux is not the kind that Dylan had. Dylan was dubbed a "happy spitter". Dylan puked all day every day until he was 9 or 10 months old. He wasn't made uncomfortable about it and he gained weight and was thriving. The difference in Dylan's reflux and Wesley's reflux is that Wesley's is silent reflux. He rarely spits up, but he is in agonizing pain from it. He is constantly arching his back and in general discomfort. It's been very difficult these past four weeks trying to figure out exactly what was going on with him. I cut dairy out of my diet, as well as chocolate and coffee. Eating is not something I enjoy anymore, it's merely something I do to stay alive. I'm currently eliminating one thing at a time to see if I can pinpoint something that is bothering my baby. I might just be grasping at straws, but I won't stop until I figure this out. If it's just reflux, it's just reflux. But if there's any chance it's a food allergy I will find out.
We ended up taking Wes to the doctor about it Tuesday. I hate taking my kids to the doctor, so it's obviously something that has been consuming our lives. He started Wesley on Zantac. I have done my research and I am a little apprehensive about it. Zantac doesn't have a great reputation of being an effective medicine for reflux babies. Most end up on Prevacid.
Today is Wes' fourth day on Zantac and it was not until yesterday that we saw real improvement. Yesterday was the first day in a string of several days that I did not cry even once. When my baby is in pain and crying and I can't help him, it makes me cry. Add that on top of my other 3 wildboys that I'm spending less time with and the house I can't keep up with and the meals I want to cook but can't and wouldn't know what to cook because I can't eat anything.... I'm drowning most days. This too shall pass. It will get better. I will figure this out. Wes will grow out of reflux. But the right now is hard. Wes sleeps great, he takes long naps in the day. But when your baby has been screaming and then finally falls asleep, the last thing you want to do is wash dishes or cook. I end up pacing the house thinking he might wake up any minute. Then I go play with my kids because hell, I miss them.
Things are looking up though. He is starting to coo which is fun. He's obviously trying to tell me that he loves me and thanks for the boobies. I just know that's what he means anyways.
Then came Wesley.
If you have ever seen the movie Multiplicity with Michael Keaton, there's a line in that movie that goes something like.. when you keep making copies of something... they start to not come out so sharp... now I know that doesn't apply to my children. They aren't copies of me or my husband and I am not implying that they keep coming out less intelligent, but they are sort of replications. A roll of the dice, a chocolate in one of those assorted boxes. You really never know what you are going to get. This time we rolled the dice and got a reflux baby. He's lucky he's so adorable.
*** I had to stop typing because there was a shriek from the bathroom. Somebody left a surprise in the bathtub. Wildboy style. ***
Since the very day he was born, Wes has had reflux. His reflux is not the kind that Dylan had. Dylan was dubbed a "happy spitter". Dylan puked all day every day until he was 9 or 10 months old. He wasn't made uncomfortable about it and he gained weight and was thriving. The difference in Dylan's reflux and Wesley's reflux is that Wesley's is silent reflux. He rarely spits up, but he is in agonizing pain from it. He is constantly arching his back and in general discomfort. It's been very difficult these past four weeks trying to figure out exactly what was going on with him. I cut dairy out of my diet, as well as chocolate and coffee. Eating is not something I enjoy anymore, it's merely something I do to stay alive. I'm currently eliminating one thing at a time to see if I can pinpoint something that is bothering my baby. I might just be grasping at straws, but I won't stop until I figure this out. If it's just reflux, it's just reflux. But if there's any chance it's a food allergy I will find out.
We ended up taking Wes to the doctor about it Tuesday. I hate taking my kids to the doctor, so it's obviously something that has been consuming our lives. He started Wesley on Zantac. I have done my research and I am a little apprehensive about it. Zantac doesn't have a great reputation of being an effective medicine for reflux babies. Most end up on Prevacid.
Today is Wes' fourth day on Zantac and it was not until yesterday that we saw real improvement. Yesterday was the first day in a string of several days that I did not cry even once. When my baby is in pain and crying and I can't help him, it makes me cry. Add that on top of my other 3 wildboys that I'm spending less time with and the house I can't keep up with and the meals I want to cook but can't and wouldn't know what to cook because I can't eat anything.... I'm drowning most days. This too shall pass. It will get better. I will figure this out. Wes will grow out of reflux. But the right now is hard. Wes sleeps great, he takes long naps in the day. But when your baby has been screaming and then finally falls asleep, the last thing you want to do is wash dishes or cook. I end up pacing the house thinking he might wake up any minute. Then I go play with my kids because hell, I miss them.
Monday, January 14, 2013
Wesley's birth story
It's taken me a while to get around to writing this, because well I've been busy. Newborns are hard work. 4 kids are hard work. Major hormone shifts are hard work.
And major hormone shifts are not something I do very well with. With each and every child I've birthed has come with them a period that lasts around a week where I cry, have anxiety attacks ... it's just generally a rough time. I've been very blessed and fortunate to have my husband stay with me for the weeks following birth, this time, he has been with me since then and longer, since their work is stalled at the moment. Something that would normally make me freak out, is such a blessing. Going from 1 to 2 kids, I've always thought was the hardest thing I have ever done. 2 to 3 kids, a breeze. Going from 3 to 4 is like drowning,... and someone throws you a baby. I know things will get better. Wesley won't need me so much in the weeks and months to come and instead of looking forward to a time where I'm not stuck on the couch nursing all.day.long, I'm trying to look at it like this is the last time I will be able to nurse a newborn all.day.long. He's only going to grow up. He'll only get more independent.
With all that said, Wesley was due to be evicted on January 7th, but he was ready a day early! I woke up Sunday morning with some pretty tough braxton hicks contractions. The kind that wrap around into your back. I knew what that meant, having only gone into labor naturally with one other wildboy (Hayden) that is just not a pain you forget. We had so much to do Sunday. We needed to finish the laundry, I was gonna bake stuff to have here for the boys to eat while I was in the hospital, I needed to buy groceries, was gonna visit with some family before the baby got here..... but the baby got here. I took a hot bath hoping that they would subside and they only got worse. We started calling people to keep the boys. We couldn't get a hold of anyone. We had someone lined up, but it was for the next day, not that day. Going in to labor and needing to stick 3 kids somewhere and having no where to do that is scary. So my lovely sister in law kept them while we rushed to the hospital. We got there and they put me on the monitors and checked my cervix. I was dialated 2 centimeters and was indeed having contractions. They called my MD who was willing to come in and do my section on his day off (wasn't that nice of him?) so I was left to labor until he arrived. Looking back, that felt like an eternity but was probably only a couple of hours.
My mother and my husband and I were in a room about the size of a walk in closet while contraction after contractions struck me. I tried to be graceful but that shit hurts. I had just gotten out of my mouth that I wished my water would break so I wouldn't think they would send me home.... and I felt that warm rush of amniotic fluid... my water had broken. There was no turning back now.
A hundred million years later, the anesthesiologist and my doc graced us with their presence. I was gonna get a spinal! It was gonna be marvelous! I was not afraid of it at all like I had been. When I went for my section with Jude, my blood pressure dropped after they took him out of me, creating the worst headache of my life that lasted all of maybe a minute. But it sucked. Fortunately that didn't happen this time. Wesley came out squawling, the doc thought he was breech, but it turned out it was just his ginormous head. He weighed 8 lbs 9.6 oz, the biggest wildboy (at birth) yet.
Recovery was as good as one might expect. Wesley came in the room with us around 2 hours later, which bothers me still. I just wanted my baby, they shouldn't make you wait so long. His first night was kinda rough. He slept alright, but I had guzzled a diet coke around 9 pm so I never slept a wink. The rest of the hospital stay is mostly blurry in hindsight, but since we have been home we have discovered he has reflux and is probably the gassiest child I have ever met. This has made for a few rough nights but mostly smooth sailing. We are learning how to work him, these things take time. He has to sleep at an incline so that he doesn't get choked on reflux. It's very scary to watch your newborn lose his breath due to reflux and something I hope to not see too many times.
So while the past week was crazy, I know the next several weeks will be crazy too:) I'm starting to feel more like myself again. The original wildboys are adjusting well, they all want to hold Wesley. And only ever seem to ask when I'm nursing him or he's wailing. I know in time we will roll into a rhythm and it will be like he was never not here. In time.
* I can't get a picture uploaded. My apologies.
And major hormone shifts are not something I do very well with. With each and every child I've birthed has come with them a period that lasts around a week where I cry, have anxiety attacks ... it's just generally a rough time. I've been very blessed and fortunate to have my husband stay with me for the weeks following birth, this time, he has been with me since then and longer, since their work is stalled at the moment. Something that would normally make me freak out, is such a blessing. Going from 1 to 2 kids, I've always thought was the hardest thing I have ever done. 2 to 3 kids, a breeze. Going from 3 to 4 is like drowning,... and someone throws you a baby. I know things will get better. Wesley won't need me so much in the weeks and months to come and instead of looking forward to a time where I'm not stuck on the couch nursing all.day.long, I'm trying to look at it like this is the last time I will be able to nurse a newborn all.day.long. He's only going to grow up. He'll only get more independent.
With all that said, Wesley was due to be evicted on January 7th, but he was ready a day early! I woke up Sunday morning with some pretty tough braxton hicks contractions. The kind that wrap around into your back. I knew what that meant, having only gone into labor naturally with one other wildboy (Hayden) that is just not a pain you forget. We had so much to do Sunday. We needed to finish the laundry, I was gonna bake stuff to have here for the boys to eat while I was in the hospital, I needed to buy groceries, was gonna visit with some family before the baby got here..... but the baby got here. I took a hot bath hoping that they would subside and they only got worse. We started calling people to keep the boys. We couldn't get a hold of anyone. We had someone lined up, but it was for the next day, not that day. Going in to labor and needing to stick 3 kids somewhere and having no where to do that is scary. So my lovely sister in law kept them while we rushed to the hospital. We got there and they put me on the monitors and checked my cervix. I was dialated 2 centimeters and was indeed having contractions. They called my MD who was willing to come in and do my section on his day off (wasn't that nice of him?) so I was left to labor until he arrived. Looking back, that felt like an eternity but was probably only a couple of hours.
My mother and my husband and I were in a room about the size of a walk in closet while contraction after contractions struck me. I tried to be graceful but that shit hurts. I had just gotten out of my mouth that I wished my water would break so I wouldn't think they would send me home.... and I felt that warm rush of amniotic fluid... my water had broken. There was no turning back now.
A hundred million years later, the anesthesiologist and my doc graced us with their presence. I was gonna get a spinal! It was gonna be marvelous! I was not afraid of it at all like I had been. When I went for my section with Jude, my blood pressure dropped after they took him out of me, creating the worst headache of my life that lasted all of maybe a minute. But it sucked. Fortunately that didn't happen this time. Wesley came out squawling, the doc thought he was breech, but it turned out it was just his ginormous head. He weighed 8 lbs 9.6 oz, the biggest wildboy (at birth) yet.
Recovery was as good as one might expect. Wesley came in the room with us around 2 hours later, which bothers me still. I just wanted my baby, they shouldn't make you wait so long. His first night was kinda rough. He slept alright, but I had guzzled a diet coke around 9 pm so I never slept a wink. The rest of the hospital stay is mostly blurry in hindsight, but since we have been home we have discovered he has reflux and is probably the gassiest child I have ever met. This has made for a few rough nights but mostly smooth sailing. We are learning how to work him, these things take time. He has to sleep at an incline so that he doesn't get choked on reflux. It's very scary to watch your newborn lose his breath due to reflux and something I hope to not see too many times.
So while the past week was crazy, I know the next several weeks will be crazy too:) I'm starting to feel more like myself again. The original wildboys are adjusting well, they all want to hold Wesley. And only ever seem to ask when I'm nursing him or he's wailing. I know in time we will roll into a rhythm and it will be like he was never not here. In time.
* I can't get a picture uploaded. My apologies.
Monday, December 31, 2012
My word for 2013
I stopped setting new year resolutions for myself probably two years ago. Let's face it- they lasted through January but as soon as that Valentine's candy hit the shelves, resolutions to eat healthier and exercise weren't held. Then I would just feel ashamed of my lack of will power and I don't want to feel that way.
I have found that when dealing with myself, the best way to go, and this rings true for my children as well, is to not tell myself all the things I can no longer do, but to tell myself the things to add to my life. Eat healthier as opposed to no junk food. Walk more instead of a strict exercise regime. In 2012 I have certainly made some improvements to our lives and health- due to necessity and not just wanting to.
I've been pregnant most of the year. Incorporated more healthy choices and ingredients into our diets. Dylan got sick and has endured weekly steroid treatments since October. That put a strain on our family and our relationship. Something I haven't shared with you guys is that Dylan is not yet done with his steroid treatments. The day after Christmas, I received a phone call from Infusion Partners asking me if I would accept delivery for the new order and I told them I needed to check with the doctor because Dylan was done. Turns out, Dylan's doctor had ordered more treatments through February (the next time we visit him). I was extremely upset that day and am still having trouble digesting it. It hurt me because nobody told me that Dylan couldn't just stop them, he had to be tapered off of them. He now takes half the dose he was taking, but still, some mental preparations would have been nice.
I've decided to pick one word to embrace during 2013. That word is Patience.
Wildboy #4 will be here a week into 2013 and I will need to practice a lot of patience in everything. Patience with the fact that the house may just have to be strewed, the dishes in the sink, the projects left unfinished and homeschooling may operate best during nap times. We'll get through this, and with a little patience, we'll be better for it. Steroids be damned.
Wishing you and yours a Happy New Year and much awesomeness to come in 2013.
I have found that when dealing with myself, the best way to go, and this rings true for my children as well, is to not tell myself all the things I can no longer do, but to tell myself the things to add to my life. Eat healthier as opposed to no junk food. Walk more instead of a strict exercise regime. In 2012 I have certainly made some improvements to our lives and health- due to necessity and not just wanting to.
I've been pregnant most of the year. Incorporated more healthy choices and ingredients into our diets. Dylan got sick and has endured weekly steroid treatments since October. That put a strain on our family and our relationship. Something I haven't shared with you guys is that Dylan is not yet done with his steroid treatments. The day after Christmas, I received a phone call from Infusion Partners asking me if I would accept delivery for the new order and I told them I needed to check with the doctor because Dylan was done. Turns out, Dylan's doctor had ordered more treatments through February (the next time we visit him). I was extremely upset that day and am still having trouble digesting it. It hurt me because nobody told me that Dylan couldn't just stop them, he had to be tapered off of them. He now takes half the dose he was taking, but still, some mental preparations would have been nice.
I've decided to pick one word to embrace during 2013. That word is Patience.
Wildboy #4 will be here a week into 2013 and I will need to practice a lot of patience in everything. Patience with the fact that the house may just have to be strewed, the dishes in the sink, the projects left unfinished and homeschooling may operate best during nap times. We'll get through this, and with a little patience, we'll be better for it. Steroids be damned.
Wishing you and yours a Happy New Year and much awesomeness to come in 2013.
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Taking a break, end of the year ramblings.
Taking a moment to stop by here and say a few words. I'm taking a little break from blogging and social media. Well, not a complete break from social media, but certainly reduced. In the wake of the tragedy in Connecticut, I feel it is necessary. I am extremely empathetic with the parents that lost their children Friday. So much so that I was crying while watching the news coverage. My children were playing in the house, as naive as can be, under my mama wing... while twenty sets of parents were finding out that they wouldn't be tucking their kids in to bed that night.. or ever again. One little boy, named Dylan was born three days after Hayden. I still have my 6 year old... but they don't. That pain of knowing how that would hurt me still sends sharp pains up my spine. This world can be so scary, and getting so caught up in it will drag us right down. All the news coverage, the interviews with the children, the gun control and mental health care arguments, I just can't read or hear it anymore. I will pray and light candles for the victims and their families and then I need to get back to mine. I haven't told my children about what happened. Because we homeschool, I don't feel like I need to tell them. Let them be naive as long as they can. Isn't that what childhood is all about? Children should feel safe as long as possible, this scary world will creep in soon enough.
The Holidays are upon us! My kids are so excited. We are baking cookies and making crafts and homeschooling and planning... I just love this time of year. Christmas is one week from today. Dylan will receive his last steroid treatment tomorrow at 1pm (dear god please let it be the last one) and I am looking forward to it being behind us. I'm thinking about baking him a cake and writing on it "we survived steroids! Yay!" Ha Ha!! Probably won't do that, but certainly we need to mark this end to a season. It's been twelve long weeks that have made us stronger and strained our relationship some. I'm hoping as the 'roids leave his body, the rage will too. Excited about getting my Dylan back. (I'm mostly exaggerating, but when you take steroids they can make you mean and Dylan certainly gets that side effect and it is hard on a family to have one child going through that- and it's something he can't help- he's not a mean child, but the steroids don't bring out the best in him so we are happily kissing them goodbye.)
We'll have a new Wildboy in 3 weeks! I am most excited about that. I can't wait to hold him and smell him and just have him out of my body, LOL. Excited about nursing again too. I need to start washing his clothes and getting those sorts of things in order so I guess I'll be tending to that some as well. Normally I would have done that by now, but I have mandatory laundry to do which can overshadow "nesting" laundry. Especially when it's for 5 people.
I probably won't post here again until Wesley is here. Unless something super awesome amazing happens.
So until then, Happy Holiday from the Brunney family. Hold your loved ones tight and enjoy the season.
The Holidays are upon us! My kids are so excited. We are baking cookies and making crafts and homeschooling and planning... I just love this time of year. Christmas is one week from today. Dylan will receive his last steroid treatment tomorrow at 1pm (dear god please let it be the last one) and I am looking forward to it being behind us. I'm thinking about baking him a cake and writing on it "we survived steroids! Yay!" Ha Ha!! Probably won't do that, but certainly we need to mark this end to a season. It's been twelve long weeks that have made us stronger and strained our relationship some. I'm hoping as the 'roids leave his body, the rage will too. Excited about getting my Dylan back. (I'm mostly exaggerating, but when you take steroids they can make you mean and Dylan certainly gets that side effect and it is hard on a family to have one child going through that- and it's something he can't help- he's not a mean child, but the steroids don't bring out the best in him so we are happily kissing them goodbye.)
We'll have a new Wildboy in 3 weeks! I am most excited about that. I can't wait to hold him and smell him and just have him out of my body, LOL. Excited about nursing again too. I need to start washing his clothes and getting those sorts of things in order so I guess I'll be tending to that some as well. Normally I would have done that by now, but I have mandatory laundry to do which can overshadow "nesting" laundry. Especially when it's for 5 people.
I probably won't post here again until Wesley is here. Unless something super awesome amazing happens.
So until then, Happy Holiday from the Brunney family. Hold your loved ones tight and enjoy the season.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
The quilt that took a year to finish.
Yesterday, I finished a quilt that has been a year in the making. It felt great to get it done, and I felt kind of stupid for dragging it out so long.
I started on it last December, made the face of the quilt in one day. I added the batting the next day. Then I folded it up and set it aside until I put the back on it.
Christmas came and went. The quilt had no back. Poor quilt.
Seasons came and went. Spring, Summer.... fall. I drug it out of the closet late November so that it would jar my mind to put a back on it. I got a sheet to use for the back from the thrift store. The quilt sat there and sat there.
Until last night. I laid that sucker out on the floor, cut the sheet to fit the back of the quilt plus 2 inches wider to bind it with the backing (super easy trick I learned from Pinterest). Pinned it all up and in 30 minutes the quilt was done.
It's so fluffy and warm. It's throw sized, not bed sized so it will stay on our couch this Holiday season.
Don't you hate dragging out projects like that?
P.S. Remember my cousin Stephanie and her daughter Addie that had kidney transplants? Well today is her husband Al and their sons turn to transplant! I know I'm late to ask for prayers and well wishes, but if you could keep them in your thoughts today while they are undergoing surgery and recovering, it would be appreciated. Here is a link to her blog Medicines, Miracles and Madness. You can read all about it there and catch up on their story.
I started on it last December, made the face of the quilt in one day. I added the batting the next day. Then I folded it up and set it aside until I put the back on it.
Christmas came and went. The quilt had no back. Poor quilt.
Seasons came and went. Spring, Summer.... fall. I drug it out of the closet late November so that it would jar my mind to put a back on it. I got a sheet to use for the back from the thrift store. The quilt sat there and sat there.
Until last night. I laid that sucker out on the floor, cut the sheet to fit the back of the quilt plus 2 inches wider to bind it with the backing (super easy trick I learned from Pinterest). Pinned it all up and in 30 minutes the quilt was done.
It's so fluffy and warm. It's throw sized, not bed sized so it will stay on our couch this Holiday season.
Don't you hate dragging out projects like that?
P.S. Remember my cousin Stephanie and her daughter Addie that had kidney transplants? Well today is her husband Al and their sons turn to transplant! I know I'm late to ask for prayers and well wishes, but if you could keep them in your thoughts today while they are undergoing surgery and recovering, it would be appreciated. Here is a link to her blog Medicines, Miracles and Madness. You can read all about it there and catch up on their story.
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