Well if you are wondering from the title what my tadpole is....it is a positioning device for therapy. Last week, I came home to it sitting on my doorstep. Mom and I weren't sure what it was at first but were pretty excited we got a new present. I think the therapy fairy dropped it off for me. We got it out and started playing with it. Not really knowing how to use it, but we figured it out after reading the directions. But of course, I have that male instinct of not reading directions and I told mom not to worry about them. But finally she got the directions out and we were in business. Later, we found out that it didn't come from the therapy fairy but from my coordinator through First Steps (which is who I get my therapy through). First Steps bought it and my coordinator got her hands on it and wanted it to go to one of her kids...so I was the lucky one who got it. After using it, I don't think I am the lucky one. It's just another toy that makes you work. Supposedly, I am pretty lucky that I got it though, because they are very expensive. My speech therapist calls it the Mercedes beanbag. Someone told me it costs about $1000. Which sounds like pocket change to me but I don't have the concept of money yet. I am sure you'll see pictures of me sitting in it soon because mom has been taking tons of pictures.
Well, I had another visit to the doctor and the hospital. I forgot what it felt like. Wednesday night, I wasn't feeling too good. I woke up about midnight and got sick to my stomach and threw up everywhere. Then every 10 minutes I woke up and tried throwing up but nothing would come. There was nothing in my little stomach to throw up. I woke up the next morning feeling okay. I ate a little, so mom decided me to take me to the babysitters. Well that didn't last long. After about 2 hours, she fed me some applesauce. And well that wasn't going to stay down. So she called my dad to come pick me up ASAP. By the time he picked me up, I threw up 2 more times. We were on our way home and I started getting sick again. So instead of going home, dad took me to the doctor. When we got there we barely made it in the door and I got sick again. So the doctor rushed me back to the room and checked me over. He said I looked pretty bad and told me to go to the hospital to get some fluids in me because I was dehydrated. But before leaving I had to make another mark. I threw up again and had some diarrhea. I made a mess everywhere. Finally we made it to the hospital and got some fluids in me. I was starting to feel a little bit better. The only thing was, they wouldn't let me eat anything. The doctor wanted to give my belly a rest. That didn't make me very happy. But late that night, I got to drink some Pedialyte. I did well with that and kept that down. So the next day, I got to eat some real food. And did very well with that so I got to come home late that afternoon. Before going to bed mom gave me a little milk (since the doctor put me back on a regular diet). But I wasn't quite ready for that, I drank about 1/2 ounce and well that came back up. So she gave me some Pedialyte and I slept the rest of the night. I was exhausted. I guess this is what it takes for me to sleep through the night. Mom decided to give me a break from milk today too. Which is good because I don't think I am quite ready yet. Feeling sick doesn't feel very good. You can even ask my dad, he came home from work early feeling sick. I don't advise anyone to get the stomach flu. But I guess that is not in my hands.
I don't know if any of you know this, but I have a special power. I can communicate with my cousin Tori. We have this special power where we can send each other messages. She has been telling me to get up in the middle of the night and stay up for several hours at a time. So I have been taking her advice. If any of you don't know her she has been getting up a lot a night also. For the past several nights, I have been getting up around 3:00 or 4:00 and staying up for 2-3 hours. I am a little fussy but ususally I am just wanting to stay up and play. I don't think mom is liking it too much especially when she has to go to work the next morning. Sorry mom. It may be because of my tooth also. Another molar broke through the other day. So that leaves 5 more to go. One more molar and 4 eye teeth. I can't wait till they are all in.
I've also discovered I like Chinese food (I didn't get that from my grandpa). Mom was craving Chinese, so dad, mom and I went to eat Chinese. So I decided to eat some. And I really like it. I ate a lot of rice, some noodles, some type of chicken, and some shrimp. And man was it good. But then mom decided to give me some crab ragoon and that wasn't very good. I crinkled my nose up at that. Mom couldn't understand why I didn't like it because that is her favorite. Maybe in 7 years, I heard that's when your taste buds change.
Well hope everyone had a good Labor Day. It was pretty much the same ole kind of day for me. Get up, eat, play, sleep, eat and play some more.
"Look, I don't want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you are alive you have got to flap your arms and legs, you've got to jump around a lot, for life is the very opposite of death, and therefore you must at the very least think noisy and colorfully, or you're not alive." ~Mel Brooks
God didn't promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow, sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way.
We learn as much from sorrow as from joy, as much from illness as from health, from handicap as from advantage and indeed perhaps more. - Pearl S. Buck
There is no better time than right now to be happy. Happiness is a journey, not a destination. So work like you don't need money. Love like you've never been hurt, and dance like no one's watching.
Love makes each day a joy, and each moment a memory.
"To get something you never had, you have to do something you never did.'When God takes something from your grasp, He's not punishing you, but merely opening your hands to receive something better. Concentrate on this sentence . . . 'The will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you.'
One day at a time is enough...don't look back and grieve the past, it's gone...don't be troubled about the future, it has not come yet...live in the present and make it so beautiful it will be worth remembering.