Last night, Jason and I went on a much-needed date night. We just wanted to go out and have a nice dinner together-just the two of us. I can't remember the last time we did that...quite awhile even before Ben was born. So we pull into the parking lot to eat at Kobis, a Japanese steakhouse. But we changed our minds and headed down the road to Longhorn Steakhouse. We were both craving a good juicy steak.
Everything is good until we are in the middle of ordering our meal. I'm telling the waitress what I want and she looks up to the booth behind us and wrinkles her nose and goes, "oooh!" I glance behind me and see a man trying to give this (blue) elderly man the Heimlech Manuever. I go into nurse adrenaline mode and rush over there. There is utter chaos for a few seconds and I quickly realize the man is not just choking...he's in full respiratory arrest (blue, not breathing). We get him on the ground and there are about 5 of us nurses around him. One starts mouth-to-mouth, another starts compressions, and the rest of us are checking for a pulse, yelling for 911, and coaching the ones working on him. It didn't look good there for awhile...the man was clearly not breathing and had no pulse. We got him back only to have him stop breathing/lose his pulse again. And his grown daughter behind me is yelling and crying, "Daddy! Don't die on me, Daddy!" Thankfully, he started breathing again a few minutes before the ambulance got there, and I'm hoping that he is still okay.
After everything calmed down after the paramedics left with him, the manager came over to thank me for assisting in helping with him. And we got our meal for free (except for the alcohol-which I needed after all of that). So we had quite an exciting and cheap T-bone steak dinner for our date night.
Other than witnessing and responding first to a big car wreck back in Tulsa when we were first married, I've never had to respond to something like that in public. When I worked in Cardiac ICU in Tulsa, I was a Code Blue nurse...meaning if there was a code anywhere in the hospital and I had the code pager that night-I went to the code and "ran" it. So I've seen many a cardiac or respiratory arrest, and know what to do instantly. Although the CPR we did last night was effective, it wasn't the correct way to do it. They would do a few slow compressions, stop and check on him, do a few more slow compressions, then "oh-let's give him a breath". I was like, "Hello! He's not breathing! Give him a breath! Keep doing compressions!" There was way too much stopping and discussing in my opinion and not enough of following the CPR guidelines. But since there were 5 of us, it was a little crazy. Like I said, it was effective in that he did start breathing again.
So here's my soapbox: I firmly encourage every person to be certified in CPR especially if you have children. Before Abby was born, I made Jason and his mom get recertified in CPR. You never know when you will need to use that knowledge.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
Hat Hair
Abby loves it when Mommy wears a hat. It's a big ol' game to try and get it off my head. Only problem is-she just doesn't understand that it's to hide a bad hair day. Today she got a hold of my hat and I just had to grab the camera.
Abigail's First Day of Preschool
(Sigh)-This was a big week for us. Abby started nursery school at Susanna Wesley on Tuesday. She goes two times a week for 2 1/2 hours each time. I was so nervous on her first day. She was excited and ready to go first thing in the morning. When I dropped her off, I had to leave quickly to hide the tears in my eyes. I cried for about 2 minutes in the car and then thought, "This is nice!" Ben and I went grocery shopping, and I realized that 2 1/2 hours go by fast! I had to hurry to get home, unload the groceries, feed him, and rush back to pick her up. I had lots of questions for her like: "Did you read a story?" "What did you have for a snack?" "Who did you play with?" She was like-"Yeah" "Pretzels" "I played with Wooke (Luke)." That was about it for details. But she was ready to go back the next day and was disappointed to have to wait until Thursday.
Here's our "front step first day of school" pictures. She just got wrestled down to fix the hair and she refused to give up the apple for the photo shoot. Hope her teacher is ready for this independent spirit!
Here's our "front step first day of school" pictures. She just got wrestled down to fix the hair and she refused to give up the apple for the photo shoot. Hope her teacher is ready for this independent spirit!
A Bigger Ben
This kid is growing like crazy. The neck has disappeared completely. I have to go digging for it when I give him a bath. His smiles just melt my heart.
Last week:
Today:
Last week:
Today:
Workin' at the Car Wash...
About a week ago, we had one of our last sunny and warm days. Jason and Abby got to work on washing the car. She just had too much fun. All of our neighbors came out to comment on Abby and her cute bikini.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
An Update on the Crazy Naked People
Well, I couldn't find anything out about it in the newspaper, and the police never came to talk to us. The day after it happened, Jason was talking to John (our cute old neighbor) about the incident. He told him that the couple live down the street. Ann Avenue is the first street in from River Road (busy highway). Their street is one more street in...meaning they drive by our house every day to leave. Lovely!
So the best we can figure is that they got into a fight in their house, and she took off halfway naked and ends up hiding in our bushes. Then he drives around the neighborhood looking for her and finds her in our bushes. Alas, the cursing, punching, dragging, and pure craziness that then occurred in our front yard. Which leads us to believe that this may happen often since the police didn't go crazy investigating the whole story. Hopefully (and Jason believes) they were completely wasted and don't remember much from that night. Lord knows I don't want the next fight to end up here again!
Yesterday, we're driving home along River Road and pass a gas station near our house. Jason points out the car and says "There's the wife beater." I made him turn around because I wanted to have a better look at this man. We stalked the man for about 5 minutes as he went into the gas station and came back out and drove off. How fun to have a crazy wife beater in the neighborhood, huh?!?
So the best we can figure is that they got into a fight in their house, and she took off halfway naked and ends up hiding in our bushes. Then he drives around the neighborhood looking for her and finds her in our bushes. Alas, the cursing, punching, dragging, and pure craziness that then occurred in our front yard. Which leads us to believe that this may happen often since the police didn't go crazy investigating the whole story. Hopefully (and Jason believes) they were completely wasted and don't remember much from that night. Lord knows I don't want the next fight to end up here again!
Yesterday, we're driving home along River Road and pass a gas station near our house. Jason points out the car and says "There's the wife beater." I made him turn around because I wanted to have a better look at this man. We stalked the man for about 5 minutes as he went into the gas station and came back out and drove off. How fun to have a crazy wife beater in the neighborhood, huh?!?
Friday, August 29, 2008
A Little Bit of Crazy Over Here
Story #1: Don't Leave Home Without the Wallet
Two days ago, loaded up both kids and went to Target with my long list in hand. One hour later with a basket full of stuff...groceries, pajamas for Ben, school shoes for Abby, etc., I was ready to pay and go home. Oops! Didn't have my wallet. I had taken it out right before we left to put cash in it from our envelope system (different story) and forgot to put it back in my purse. Thankfully, they did a suspended order, and had all my stuff in a cart by customer service. I rushed home, grabbed the wallet, drove back to Target, unloaded the kids again, paid, and finally made it home for good. I've never done that before-first time for everything. Stressed me out a little though.
Story #2: The Antics of Abigail
(Same day as the Target story): I unloaded all my Target stuff including a new bottle brush for washing all of Ben's bottles. My old one from the days of Abby had seen its last days. Jason gets home, I'm feeding Ben, Abby's doing her thing. All of a sudden I hear Jason go, "Whoa! What's going on in here?!?" Yes...Abby had taken my brand new bottle brush from the kitchen counter and proceeded to clean the inside of the toilet with it. She was "Kweaning, Daddy!"
Last night, Ben was fussy around 9:30. He's sleeping at night, great all day, but we have the fussies with him in the evenings sometimes. I'm upstairs changing his diaper and pajamas after a spit up. He's wailing a pretty good wail. Abby comes out of her room, sleepy-eyed and carrying Lambie. She says (quite perturbed), "Tell him to be quiet! I'm sleeping!" (Acting like-What's wrong with you people?!?) Jason had to reassure her that we WERE trying to calm him down while tucking her back into bed. (She comes by that bossiness honestly.)
Story #3: Honey, Call the Cops (Again!)
I tell ya...for a cute neighborhood, we picked the one crazy spot. Earlier this year, two punks tried to steal the Honda out of our driveway. Then when my brother Jay was here with my family in July, I woke up to find an idling car with a person heavily inspecting Jay's pickup and writing stuff down. (We just moved the truck...no 911 that time). Then here's the doozy of them all:
First, we live on a corner lot. The left side of our house has about 4 huge bushes that block our house and lawn from the busier side street.
So, last night I'm sitting in our recliner feeding Ben, watching some TV with Jason (about 10 p.m.). Our windows are open but the shades are down and closed...so you can hear outside but not see anything. The side window right by the recliner is the window on the side of the house by the bushes (are you following me?)
Out of nowhere, I hear a woman talking literally right outside my window. Meaning she was next to our house, in our yard, between the house and the bushes. She was angrily saying "F&*! You" many times over. I about jumped out of my skin with eyeballs popping out. I look over at Jason and mouth "There is someone in our yard right outside the window!" I didn't want to talk cause she would've heard me. I hear rustling and movement and more cursing. Jason gets up quietly and grabs the flashlight. He peers out the front window and immediately says "Call the cops! Now!" I jump up (have no idea what's going on), grab the phone, call 911. Jason's telling me a man is beating up a woman...now on our front yard. So I (with a sleeping Ben in my arms) go look out the front door and see a man standing behind a woman (A NAKED WOMAN!!!) sitting on the ground. The curse words are flowing between the two, she's hysterical and mad, and I'm talking a mile a minute to the 911 operator. Jason (of course) goes outside with the flashlight and yells "Take it somewhere else! Take it somewhere else!" Who knows who these freaks are?!? The woman is naked except for a bra and panties on (that were nude colored so she looked completely naked). And she was a good-sized woman. So the man finally picks her up from behind by the arms and drags her (NAKED!) to the idling SUV and very roughly throws her into the passenger side from the driver's door. She's kicking and cursing (AND NAKED!) and he's hauling/pushing her into the car. I'm yelling, "Jason-get the license plate #!" He's yelling it back at me while the man is trying to climb in the car and drive off with the doors still open. I tell the 911 operator the license plate #, hear her rattling off to the cops all the information. I'm telling you-this was a completely crazy, chaotic situation. They take off farther down the street around the corner so we can't see anything. I hang up with the cops, and Jason gets the shotgun. Lordy, lordy. Of course, our cute old neighbors and everyone around us are sleeping like babies in their beds....don't hear a peep from anyone. I checked the newspaper this morning-nothing in there. I'm looking tomorrow cause I think it was too late for the morning edition today. What is it about 11 Ann Avenue that brings out the crazies at night? And all these neighbors brag about not having any crime around here in 50 years?!? We couldn't make this stuff up!
Two days ago, loaded up both kids and went to Target with my long list in hand. One hour later with a basket full of stuff...groceries, pajamas for Ben, school shoes for Abby, etc., I was ready to pay and go home. Oops! Didn't have my wallet. I had taken it out right before we left to put cash in it from our envelope system (different story) and forgot to put it back in my purse. Thankfully, they did a suspended order, and had all my stuff in a cart by customer service. I rushed home, grabbed the wallet, drove back to Target, unloaded the kids again, paid, and finally made it home for good. I've never done that before-first time for everything. Stressed me out a little though.
Story #2: The Antics of Abigail
(Same day as the Target story): I unloaded all my Target stuff including a new bottle brush for washing all of Ben's bottles. My old one from the days of Abby had seen its last days. Jason gets home, I'm feeding Ben, Abby's doing her thing. All of a sudden I hear Jason go, "Whoa! What's going on in here?!?" Yes...Abby had taken my brand new bottle brush from the kitchen counter and proceeded to clean the inside of the toilet with it. She was "Kweaning, Daddy!"
Last night, Ben was fussy around 9:30. He's sleeping at night, great all day, but we have the fussies with him in the evenings sometimes. I'm upstairs changing his diaper and pajamas after a spit up. He's wailing a pretty good wail. Abby comes out of her room, sleepy-eyed and carrying Lambie. She says (quite perturbed), "Tell him to be quiet! I'm sleeping!" (Acting like-What's wrong with you people?!?) Jason had to reassure her that we WERE trying to calm him down while tucking her back into bed. (She comes by that bossiness honestly.)
Story #3: Honey, Call the Cops (Again!)
I tell ya...for a cute neighborhood, we picked the one crazy spot. Earlier this year, two punks tried to steal the Honda out of our driveway. Then when my brother Jay was here with my family in July, I woke up to find an idling car with a person heavily inspecting Jay's pickup and writing stuff down. (We just moved the truck...no 911 that time). Then here's the doozy of them all:
First, we live on a corner lot. The left side of our house has about 4 huge bushes that block our house and lawn from the busier side street.
So, last night I'm sitting in our recliner feeding Ben, watching some TV with Jason (about 10 p.m.). Our windows are open but the shades are down and closed...so you can hear outside but not see anything. The side window right by the recliner is the window on the side of the house by the bushes (are you following me?)
Out of nowhere, I hear a woman talking literally right outside my window. Meaning she was next to our house, in our yard, between the house and the bushes. She was angrily saying "F&*! You" many times over. I about jumped out of my skin with eyeballs popping out. I look over at Jason and mouth "There is someone in our yard right outside the window!" I didn't want to talk cause she would've heard me. I hear rustling and movement and more cursing. Jason gets up quietly and grabs the flashlight. He peers out the front window and immediately says "Call the cops! Now!" I jump up (have no idea what's going on), grab the phone, call 911. Jason's telling me a man is beating up a woman...now on our front yard. So I (with a sleeping Ben in my arms) go look out the front door and see a man standing behind a woman (A NAKED WOMAN!!!) sitting on the ground. The curse words are flowing between the two, she's hysterical and mad, and I'm talking a mile a minute to the 911 operator. Jason (of course) goes outside with the flashlight and yells "Take it somewhere else! Take it somewhere else!" Who knows who these freaks are?!? The woman is naked except for a bra and panties on (that were nude colored so she looked completely naked). And she was a good-sized woman. So the man finally picks her up from behind by the arms and drags her (NAKED!) to the idling SUV and very roughly throws her into the passenger side from the driver's door. She's kicking and cursing (AND NAKED!) and he's hauling/pushing her into the car. I'm yelling, "Jason-get the license plate #!" He's yelling it back at me while the man is trying to climb in the car and drive off with the doors still open. I tell the 911 operator the license plate #, hear her rattling off to the cops all the information. I'm telling you-this was a completely crazy, chaotic situation. They take off farther down the street around the corner so we can't see anything. I hang up with the cops, and Jason gets the shotgun. Lordy, lordy. Of course, our cute old neighbors and everyone around us are sleeping like babies in their beds....don't hear a peep from anyone. I checked the newspaper this morning-nothing in there. I'm looking tomorrow cause I think it was too late for the morning edition today. What is it about 11 Ann Avenue that brings out the crazies at night? And all these neighbors brag about not having any crime around here in 50 years?!? We couldn't make this stuff up!
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