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June 2011 kids

Lottle Love, pictures (but not of lottle)

Lottle has gotten lots of love and fondling these days. Every so often, I reach up and lovingly feel the lump. It's still there. It's still giving me anxiety. I'm still certain it's cancer.

The doctor confirmed it's not cancer or a cyst. It's only a swollen lymph node. I am instructed to leave it alone. Stop touching it. Stop googling it. Seriously, let's pause for a minute and talk about Googling. If you think you might be dying from a lump in your neck, do NOT google  "lump in neck," "cyst in neck," "cyst under skin on jaw," or any other variation of the above.

The results are scary. DON'T DO IT. You will be consumed with thoughts of leaving your children. Of death. Of dying.

I will have another scan in October. We'll be checking to see if it has gone away or gotten smaller. Pray that it does. Until then, I'm keeping my hands off lottle. 

Thanks for the comments, concern, and phone calls. We all appreciate it.

Onward! How 'bout we look at pictures of my adorable children instead? We've done nothing exciting. Kindergarten has put a cramp in our style. The kid is t.i.r.e.d. and c.r.a.n.k.y after school. He's not a lot of fun. So consider yourself warned: the following pictures are boring. First up, eating messy BBQ ribs and baked beans for dinner. Yum.


We also went swimming. The weather has been really nice but, in turn, made the water really cold. I wouldn't know of course, because my job is to sit on the edge and look pretty. I like to keep my camera in hand as well. That way I can scream- DO NOT SPLASH ME. I DO NOT WANT TO GET MY HAIR WET. I HAVE THE CAMERA. It works out well for everyone, but especially Matt because he has to get in with the kids.
This picture makes me laugh. I want to pinch Matt's nipple. TMI? My bad.

June 2011 kids


My blog. Our story. Matt's story. Simon's story. Bennett's story.


I have a lump in my neck. Our primary physician thinks it is a cyst. I checked into the hospital this morning and had a sonogram.The tech wouldn't tell me much. He thought it was just a swollen lypmh node. A sign of infection. A symptom of nothing. 

In some-what related news, my eye stye has not gone away. I have been on an oral antibiotic for 10 days. One would think this medication would cause the swollen lump to disappear. One would also think my eye tumor would go away too.

I'm scared. I'm hopeful. I am waiting for my primary physician to call me back. I'm going to laugh about this later. Remember that time I thought I was dying? Everyone will laugh. I thought about not telling anybody. I thought about blogging my Not Me Monday post instead.

This is our story. This is my story. 

I'll let you know.

ETA: Neither the eye doctor nor my primary physician called me back all day. Matt thinks I'm being overly dramatic. I'm just hoping it's a swollen lymph node so that I can go back to blogging about mouth hugs and debt payments.
June 2011 kids

Vaccines, a touchy subject

I don't talk about vaccines very much. It's a huge topic. It's debatable. It's scary. As parents, we have the choice to follow current standards or set our own. We can educate ourselves using information from a million different sources: our mothers, the internet, our doctors, our friends. Everyone has a different idea about what is best and what is right.

And most people agree, when it's YOUR baby only the best will do. 

I've been told that I'm crazy to not vaccinate. I've been told that my children will die. I've been told that if something happened, it would be my fault. I've been told that my children wouldn't be allowed into school. I've been told that I'm taking advantage of others. I've been told that vaccines are not dangerous. I've been told that I'm a threat to others.

I read the statistics. I did my own research. I talked to other (and older) mothers, more confident than myself. I debated with doctors. I made a decision and felt comfortable. I knew that if something happened I was willing to accept the responsibility. In my opinion, the risk of not vaccinating my baby was greater than the risk of vaccinating. 

I don't want my children to be a statistic. And statistically speaking, more children have reactions than not. 

I don't believe in scare tactics.

I don't believe that babies need 20+ shots before their first birthday.

I won't sacrifice my children's well-being for others. 

I believe in breastmilk and human antibodies.

I don't believe that there is any reason to be afraid of my unvaccinated kid. If all vaccines are necessary and your child has the vaccine, then why are you afraid of my child?

I don't believe in studies funded by drug companies. 

You see, vaccines are such a touchy subject. My mother, bless her heart, is very happy to know that I selectively began vaccinating Bennett. Now that we have finished nursing (boo) and hit the 2 years old mark, I felt comfortable enough to begin. I didn't really want to start ever but I do feel that some vaccines are a good thing. He will not receive every recommended vax and it will be on my timeline, with no more than two shots per visit. 

Eventually, he will get Dtap, Polio, and MMR. 

It's done. He survived. We'll go again in a few months to get boosters. Simon, for the record, was on a delayed and selectively vaxed schedule as well. He got his boosters too. The scary part, of course, is that he had a local reaction to Dtap. The past two days, his ENTIRE left buttcheek side was swollen, red, and itchy.

It's a good thing I don't believe in scare tactics.