We are teaching Karter how to count to ten. He has gotten pretty good at it. We start at one he's say two we say three...so on. Today he was being a stinker. He was climbing on my coffee table and I told him he had until the count of three to get down. He ignored me so I said "One!" He turned and looked at me and said "two, free." I tried so hard not to laugh but it was hilarious. I kept a straight face for about five seconds then I lost it. That route of discipline is not going to work for us for a while.

Little Hud rolled over today. I am really bad about making sure my kids get their tummy time. Both of my kids scream when I do put them on their tummies so I easily forget to do it. I was reading a pamphlet that I received in the mail today and it said that babies should be rolling over by the time they are four months. Stink! I don't know if my child is even close to that. So I put Hudson down and within a minute he rolled over. I flipped him over and he did it again. Ahh...sigh of relief. My bad parenting habits haven't affected my childs development.
Hudson also moved into his crib last night. He has still been sleeping in our room because I was waiting for Karter to transition into a big boy bed. That went fabulously (sp?). I set the bed up in his room and let him choose where he wanted to sleep. He picked the bed and has loved it ever since. He knows that if he gets out of it that he has to sleep in the crib. It's pretty funny, in the morning we hear him fiddling with the door knob and when he comes into our room you can just barely see his head over our footboard. He says "Hi momma, hi da. Sudson awake?" and than he climbs in with us. It's a great start to your day.

My mom is coming home tomorrow. Home for good!! She has been coming home every day since Friday for day visits and has done wonderful. After her visit last Sunday and the horrible time she had Monday the doctor started her on a new medicine for her panic attacks and it has worked miracles. She is a new/old person. New from the accident but more like our old mom. She is very quiet and for any of you who know my mom you know she is not a quiet person. She says that she feels drugged. Which she obviously is. I'm not sure if all the meds she is on will be a forever thing or just temporary until her brain is done healing. I also don't know how you make the decision to find out. EEK! I can't imagine going through these last few weeks again.
She is going to come and live with me. My aunts wanted her to stay with them but my mom really wanted to stay with me. She is calm enough now and sleeps through the night so I am not worried about her safety or my kids'. I think she needs to be with Sam and feel like she is still his mom. If she is able to be here when he comes home from school and ask how his day went and then be able to tell him goodnight I think she will feel useful and I think it will help her recovery. Anyone who is a mom can understand that. Imagine loosing two months of your life.
We are still keeping her house. We will give it another month and if she isn't ready to be on her own then we will move her out. She still doesn't feel safe on her own. And normal day to day life is stressful to anyone and she doesn't have the skills to cope with that yet. She has been able to notice things that make her panic. If she is uncomfortable in any way she starts to panic. If she is hungry, tired, needs to go to the bathroom and can't because she is in therapy..etc all the same things that make us irritated but her reaction is intensified because she has to relearn how to deal with it.
Tomorrow will be two months to the day of her accident. We seem to have a trend. She moved out of the ICU on the one month anniversary and now will come home on the two month anniversary. I cannot believe we are at this point. Each day seemed like it would never end and that we would never get here. But now that it is here it almost seems like it never happened. I guess it's a little like labor. Horrible while you're going through it but so distant once you get your bundle of joy at the end.
I will never be able to thank you all enough for the love and support you have given me. Your prayers truly got my family through this. We have all had the strength we needed to get up every morning and face another day. Heavenly Father blessed me with the greatest family and friends. My aunts have been so much help to me and all of my extended family(friends included) have given us the boosts we needed. The phone calls and emails have saved me. This was a time in my life when I needed my mom's shoulder to cry on. That was obviously not an option but I found many others who were willing to lend one. I think my pops heard me cry more in the last few months than he has in my whole life. Poor Karl, I'm sure he wondered more than once if I was going to make it through this in one piece. But I always felt better after letting go.
I am so thankful for my faith. Heavenly Father has blessed us beyond belief. My mom is a true miracle and it has been an incredible journey to watch her progress. I hope that none of you ever have to experience something like this but I cannot say that I am ungrateful for it. Through our trials we grow and I have learned so much and would not want to give it back.
I love you all!!

My mom made huge improvements last week. Her confusion has subsided and she can now think clearly. Hooray!! No more funny comments and out of place words. She was still a nervous wreck but was able to sit through most of her therapy sessions. She still didn't like to be by herself but was dealing with that. The biggest step she made last week is that she started to sleep. WOW! The doctors switched her medicines and what do you know she slept that night. The doctors wanted us to take her home for a day visit to see how she would do outside the hospital. She was excited for that but we have come to find out that if she knows about anything in advance that she spends all her time worrying about when it's going to happen. So she spent Friday and Saturday working herself up for her outing on Sunday. When Sunday rolled around she was a mess. She didn't want to leave the hospital and once my aunts got her to leave she didn't want to see any of her kids. Or rather she didn't want to have her kids see her how she was. They took her to her house and she climbed into her bed and went to sleep. When she would wake up she would be scared and yelling and asking when she could go back to the hospital. After a few hours she did say she wanted to see us. So Sy, Shane and I went over. She didn't want Sam to come and get scared because she knew she could not control herself. She stayed in her room and wanted one of us to be by her but we stayed in the living room and told her that if she wanted to talk with us that she had to come out there. Sounds mean, huh. All part of her therapy. We have to bring her out of her world and back into ours. She tried to come out but said it was to noisy and started crying and panicking. She asked if it was time to go back so we decided it would be best to take her back before things got to out of hand.
Monday was bad. It is like the last 2 weeks of progress never happened. She is screaming and crying in her therapy sessions. She won't sit down or cooperate. They have to literally block her into the room to get the session done. Her therapist thinks it was a bad idea that she went home. Gee, thanks. You're a day late on that one. My mom has said for weeks now that she would do better if they would just let her go home. That she would heal faster and better because that is how it always is. But when she got home she realized that it didn't help. She still has not grasped the complexity of her injury. I think she thought if she could go home that her fear and anxiety would go away. Obviously home isn't the cure all she was hoping for. We are starting over on some things now. Yesterday was depressing but we keep going. No choice, right.
We were given new insight yesterday. We found out that it is very common for people with head injuries to not want to chew. Hence the reason why my mom won't eat. Chewing will be something she has to learn is a necessity. We got her to take four bites of her dinner last night. And you would of thought we were asking her to pull out her own teeth.
She also doesn't find joy in things. She has a beautiful view of the mountains from her living room but when my aunt pointed that out my mom said, "Am I every going to like things like that again, am I ever going to like food again?" She doesn't see things the way we do anymore. If there was a gorgeous sunset she would not have the desire to take a second look if she smelled apple pie baking it wouldn't cross her mind to have some. That is sad for me. I couldn't imagine every day being gloomy and not being able to find something to cheer you up.
I hope that will be one of the things she is blessed to get back.

My dad and I were talking about how chubby Hudson is. I told him that he weighs 15 lb 9 oz and he asked how that compared to what Karter weighed when he was the same age. I looked in Karter's baby book and when he was three months old he weighed 12 lb 5 oz. Hudson is huge!! Three pounds heavier than Karter was. DANG! When the doctor saw him he was like Wow he's big. Stocky. He is definitaley on his way to being a linebacker. If only the poor kid had a chance of being taller than 5'9".

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As if I don't spend enough time with doctors and nurses now my little (not really) Hudson is sick. He's had a fever for two days but no other symptoms other than being super grouchy. The doctor said it's probably rosiola (definitely don't know how to spell that). So nothing much to worry about. Karter is supposed to get his two year old vaccinations tomorrow. We'll probably skip those for now since he gets a scourching fever when he gets his shots.

Hmm...where to start. My mom is having good and bad days. Mostly bad for the moment though. Her anxiety is through the roof. She is almost always having a panic attack. The entire time you spend with her she is talking about when you have to leave. She begs us to stay. Literally, gets down on her knees and begs. What a sad and frustrating experience. She tells us she will pay us to stay with her. She is doing wonderful in her therapy though. She used to not be able to go more than two or three minutes without complaining about being hot or closterphobic(sp) during a session but she is now up to 27 minutes complaint free. She climbed a flight of stairs and has been doing squats.
She calls us - a lot. She called me a couple of mornings ago and said "Hi Sadie I'm awake" I was like "oh, I'm not" than she asked me who had power of attorney me or my aunt because she wanted to find out why she wasn't getting her hormone pills. It surprised me that she remembered that we were in the process of getting power of attorney because I haven't talked with her about it and she met with her attorney a few weeks ago when she was not doing to good. It's coming along. She is trying hard. If we could just figure something out for her anxiety we would be able to make huge amounts of progress. But I guess she is going to have to learn how to self soothe. Also part of her therapy.

It was a good day. :)

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