From Lazy Days to Crazy Days

I am SO far behind!  What began as a slower take-it-easy summer wound up turning into a busy-every-minute adventure and I haven't had even a small chance to document any of it.  I am really going to try to get some catching up done here in the next several days if I can.  I'm back to babysitting full time now that the kids are in school and this past first week has been really, really busy.  And since that won't likely let up anytime soon, I may be doing my catching up on weekends, which of course will mean that while I'm catching up, I will also be getting further behind...

With my recovery from surgery, we really stayed around the house a lot more than a normal summer.  And with the drought and heatwave, the kids were dying to go swimming.  But since I wasn't allowed to do that yet, we had to improvise and they spent hours playing the the sprinkler.  Our grass loved it.  The city, who issued our water bill, also loved it.  And of course, even though it wasn't a swimming pool or water park or lake, our kids also loved it.

The boys also had scout camp this summer and then Kendall went for a week to a sleep-away math camp.   Several kids in our city received scholarships based on essays they had written that would allow them to attend the camp for free.  Kendall was really excited about it but got pretty nervous when the time came.  He ended up having a great time though and got to bunk with a couple of his good school friends.  They got to do all sorts of fun projects that used math and science principles but that were so enjoyable that the kids actually didn't realize they were learning at all.  I think Kendall's favorites were the solar powered robots and the hovercrafts.  He also liked getting to weld too! The last day they did presentations for their families and it was pretty fun to see all the things they had been able to do during the week.  I, of course, got there without my camera so I don't have any pictures.  I do however, have this cute picture of him wearing the hat that he claimed from Taylor's birthday:

While Kendall was having all that fun at math camp, Taylor got to not have fun having his wisdom teeth removed.  They were getting ready to come up and undo all the last few years worth of work we did to get his teeth straight.  He REALLY didn't want to do it.  He was so afraid of what he might say or do while under the influence of the drugs after watching a bunch of hilarious YouTube videos of people who had their wisdom teeth out.  We brought the camera just in case, but he wound up being kind of boring.  The funniest thing was probably that he kept pulling at his numb lower lip and asking me "What is this?"  He was pretty miserable for the first couple of days and got the big chipmunk cheeks that are so common.  I do think he highly enjoyed being waited upon during that time and getting out of all of his chores.  And then he was better quickly and able to feel better for our visit from Sherrie and Kevin and Koby.

In their family when a child turns 12 and then again when they graduate from high school, they get to go on a special trip.  We were totally excited that Koby chose to come and visit us in Michigan.  Our kids hardly ever get to see their cousins on the Oswald side of the family since we hardly ever get to go out west, so this was a fun chance to visit with Koby (and his mom and dad of course).  For Kendall especially who loved getting to know one of the cousins who is the same age, it was especially a treat.

We kept pretty busy while they were here.  One day we took advantage of Kid's 'n' Stuff museum's free day.  I had never been there on one of those days since we have a membership and the place was PACKED!  Our kids didn't know what to do for the first while since they are so used to having the place mostly to themselves.  But it ended up being fun for everyone.



We took a visit to the science building on campus one day and had fun looking at the dinosaur bones and fossils and rocks, etc.  Wouldn't you know it, the dry weather we'd had all summer decided to let up during this week and we actually got some rain--on the days that we didn't really want it to rain.  But it let up a bit so we went to the roof of the building to check out the observatory, which was really cool.

Kendall and Koby in front of the observatory.

Our biggest excursion was a trip to Lake Michigan.  In the past, we had gone to St. Joseph to the beach but it was always hit or miss whether they would allow you to get in the water or not depending on the size of the waves (or the mood of the beach patrol officers). But when Taylor and Kendall went on their 34 mile bike ride earlier this summer with the youth, the group went to South Haven instead and they found that things were much more relaxed at that beach.  So we decided to give that a try.  And we had SUCH a fun time there.  I don't think I even saw anyone official patrolling the beach.  And it was the perfect day to go.  It had rained earlier so the temps had dropped a bit and there was a little cloud cover to keep the sun from being blinding.  And the water was the perfect temperature for swimming.  We picnicked beforehand and then hit the beach for the next several hours.  We played in the sand and buried a few kids (at their request of course) and played in the water.  Finally our kids who had been dying to swim all summer, got their wish.  I don't think Lynnsey came out of the water the whole time we were there--she was in heaven.  Kaya loved to go out a ways and then jump everytime a wave came up.  Spencer liked that too and kept yelling, "this is totally awesome!"  It really was.

Another day we all went to Turkeyville so that we could ride the trains.  It was the first time that we had been back since the tracks were destroyed last year in a huge storm and had to be repaired.  They ended up taking out a good section of the ride so it made it a bit shorter.  Still fun, but we're hoping that they will eventually restore the entire thing.  

We got the idea shortly before the Anderson's came to see if we could take Kendall and Koby to Detroit to do baptisms at the temple for the first time.  Sherrie loved the idea so they made sure to have Koby get his recommend before coming.  Kalen even got on FamilySearch and found quite a few family names that we could have baptisms done for, so that made the experience even better.

Afterward, we let Kendall and Koby pick anywhere they wanted to go to dinner.  After debating for awhile, they picked a Big Boy restaurant of all things.  They were so excited to order from the adult menu but of course the waitress took one look at them and thinking they were about 9, gave them crayons and kid menus to color:)  The restaurant was definitely not the greatest, but so many things just cracked us all up about the evening, that it definitely made some fun memories.

After church on Sunday, we paid a little visit to Marc and Marta Young's house.  Or more specifically their yard.  Sherrie had remembered it from her last visit and wanted to see it again.  I was so glad that I had left the camera in the car the day before and was able to capture some pictures.  Sadly, Marta recently got a new job out in Utah and Marc is just staying to sell the house before heading out to join her.  We are so sad to see them go.  And we will miss visiting their beautiful yard too.

Later that night we all went to Victory Park to listen to a community band concert.  They sounded great, as usual.  We missed having Taylor be a part of it this summer but it seemed like he had something going on during nearly all of the practice times.

All of the kids had a chance to go up and be the conductor on one of the songs. 

We took everyone to the Nature Center for a morning hike which was really fun.  It is such a beautiful place to visit and we feel so fortunate to have it so close to our house.

Spencer found the 7 mile marker which was fitting since it was his 7th birthday that day!

Touching a snake was a favorite moment for the kids.  Not so much for Kalen and Sherrie.

Later that day we went back to the science building to fly airplanes in the atrium.  The kids love doing that but I think we were a bit too noisy that day and bothered a few people.  I felt really bad.  I also felt bad about the planes that flew up into the windowsills WAY out of reach where they may turn to fossils themselves someday.

And finally, that evening after watching Kendall and Lynnsey's dress rehearsal of Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (next post!), Spencer celebrated his 7th birthday.

                                     

Are you sensing a theme with in the pictures?  The kid is wild about Angry Birds.  Most of the conversations I have with him lately revolve around them.  I think he thinks about them constantly.  Probably he is obsessed.  We might should address the issue.  And maybe will will eventually, but I have to admit seeing him get SO excited over all of his gifts really is fun. 

The next day the Anderson's left bright and early  for the airport.  It was so great to see them.  I wish we could see everyone more often.  Sometimes it stinks to be so spread out.  But it is such a treat when we do have visitors or when we can do the visiting.  More posts to come!

Who Are You and What Have You Done With My Baby Boy?!

Taylor is sixteen.  He has been for well over a month now, but I think possibly I've been in denial and that's why I haven't done this post.  But anyway, Taylor is sixteen.  How is that possible is what I want to know.  I still remember vividly the details of being so uncomfortably pregnant with him.  I remember the intense but rapid labor and hearing his giant baby voice screaming when he was born.  I remember how right from the start he wanted nothing to do with swaddling and he would stretch himself out and kick those blankets right off.  He was so strong too and I have a picture of his Aunt Melissa holding him up in the air with his little body completely straight like a little airplane when he was only two weeks old.  He started rolling over at two months old and was sitting up before he was four months old.  It seems he was in a hurry to grow up right from the start!  So I probably shouldn't be surprised that this day is already here.  But it is difficult to reconcile how quickly that cute little "Precious Moments" baby (everyone at church called him that because of his giant brown eyes) has become a handsome young man who will be leaving us in just a few short years.  Hug your babies every minute you can and enjoy every second you have with them because holy cow, those days are over in a blink it seems.

So sixteen is typically a pretty awesome birthday is it not?  Driving, dating and all that big deal stuff can happen now.  But first of all, Taylor still hasn't taken driver's training.  The $500 + fees have been a bit much to swallow not to mention having to add him to our car insurance.  Plus, Taylor still hadn't mastered bike riding yet and Kalen told him there would be no drivers license until he could ride a bike.  With the sensory issues that he's had, balancing on two skinny wheels has always been hard for Taylor so he just wouldn't do it.  We'd try to get him out there to practice but he always gave up after thirty seconds or so.  But when the youth in the branch decided to plan a big activity where they would do a 34 mile bike ride from Kalamzoo to Lake Michigan, Taylor really wanted to be able to participate.  It took him hours of practice and lots of bumps and bruises, but he finally did it and managed to ride the whole 34 miles!  So now we really do need to figure out how to get him signed up for the drivers training even with the cost involved. 

The other reason this birthday was pretty low key was Taylor himself.  He was actually at scout camp on his birthday which was fine since it had been less than a week after my surgery and throwing a party was not something I wanted to even remotely think about.  However, I offered to let him have friends over for a campfire and yard games on July 3rd shortly after his return from camp.  We figured they could roast hot dogs and do s'mores and play Bocci Ball or Steal the Flag or something and then go see the fireworks that night, but Taylor didn't want to.  He said he would like to do that sometime soon just for fun, but just wanted to keep his birthday party simple.  (And secretly I was so relieved because at only two weeks after surgery, I was still not feeling like much of a party hoster). 

So simple is what he got. Super simple.

Kaya was so proud of her gift to Taylor that she picked out and bought all by herself.

He's been dying for this book ever since he got his Native American flute.  Thanks Nana!

A bike helmet!  (He borrowed one for the youth trip).

Another item on his wish list written by one of Taylor's favorite paleontologists.

The item Taylor wanted most was a brown fedora.  I took a chance and ordered this on line.  Not only was it too small but it wasn't quite the style he had hoped for.  He wanted less Perry the Platypus and more Indiana Jones.  Kendall has since inherited the hat and looks so classy in it and Taylor got to pick out his own hat that is definitely what he wanted.

One of the most poignant things for me with this birthday is that Taylor has been ordained a priest at church and now blesses the sacrament.  Hearing his voice in the microphone that first time was pretty emotional for me.  I'm just so proud of the choices he's making in his life that allow him to do such a thing.  And Spencer has already asked Taylor to baptize him next summer when he turns eight!  How cool is that?                     

Zoo Day

A few days before my surgery we took a trip to the zoo since I figured it would likely be awhile before I could do any sort of activity like that after surgery.  The weather was beautiful that day--perfect actually.  And Kalen was able to join us for the day so that was even better.  I can't remember the last time he came.

They have grown so much since the first time we snapped a picture on this ant 10 years ago.

                                 

Everyone had a great time feeding goats and giraffes.  We spent a long time watching the baby prairie dogs and their antics.  We tried to spot the brand new baby lemurs and caught just a glimpse but the mama was very protective and kept them way in the back of the exhibit.  Hopefully the next time they'll be out and playing for us.  The kids got along for the most part and I don't think we even had one tantrum.  Sucess!

Three Parties isn't A Bad Deal

My baby is four.  Wrapping my mind around that is very difficult.  (My oldest baby just turned sixteen, but I will address that impossibility later...).  Kaya asked me the other day, "Why do you call me Baby Girl?  I'm not a baby anymore!"  Trying to explain to her that she will always be my baby didn't work out very well.  "I can't be a baby if I am this big!" she protested.  My question is, "why do they have to get that big so fast???" 

Anyway, they grow up and have birthdays every year in spite of my best efforts to keep them little, and Kaya was no different.  In fact, as soon as she realized that she could have her very first "friend party" she was ecstatic and had her guest list made out two months in advance.  Luckily, she has a fairly small social circle right now, so the list wasn't too long.  We ended up having her party at the playground (I love summer birthdays for this reason!)  about a week before her actual birthday since that would have been two days after my surgery and there was no way I was hosting a friend party then! 

The weather was perfect for her party, the kids had a ball playing on the playground and then we fed them pizza, opened presents and ate cupcakes.  According to Kaya, "It was the best day ever!"  (She has many of those kinds of days:)

And then the plan had been that we would do our small family party on her birthday.  I was told that I would be in the hospital for 1-2 days so we thought for sure I would make it back at least on her birthday.  Of course, that didn't happen.  I felt so terrible to miss her big day and sat in the hospital remembering my hospital stay with her 4 years ago, and wishing I felt as good as I did then!  Or at least had a sweet little newborn to snuggle with!  Apparently Kaya was devastated too, until Nana told her that they would have a little party anyway where she could open her present from Nana and Spencer volunteered to let her open his too.  They didn't get any pictures, but apparently she had another "best day ever!"  My mom had taken Spencer to spend all five of his dollars on a Webkinz cow that he spotted at the grocery store a few weeks beforehand.  It just makes my heart so happy when my kids are willing to give so much to make a sibling happy.  And Spencer was so thrilled to give her that gift!  She of course loved it and today proclaimed that she is the "best owner" of a Webkinz!.  She also loved her Rapunzel doll from Nana and told her "when my mom sees this she will freak out!"  She has named the doll "Tangled" instead of Rapunzel.  Which is pretty apt, because that is what her hair looks like right now.

Then, finally I did get to come home so Kaya got her third party.

After opening her gifts, which were all a big hit, she got to go outside to break open her paper bag pinata that she had been saving for nearly an entire year since she made it at a library activity last summer.

                                    

We enjoyed more cupcakes and ice cream (which I didn't get a picture of).  And of course, Kaya said that this third party was "the best day ever!"  I just love that kid!

Spring Soccer

I have SO much catching up to do!  Hopefully I can get some things caught up in the next few days.  Thank you to everyone who has been checking in on the blog for health updates lately.  I'm sorry there haven't been any:)  Things are going really well still.  My ear is beginning to clear finally so I don't feel so off balance (yay!).  My energy level is returning.  The trick has been not overdoing it before I realize I've overdone it.  Then I end up with a headache and major exhaustion.  I have to keep reminding myself that it hasn't even been three weeks yet.  My incision seems to be healing nicely but after I sent the surgeon a picture of it, he decided we should wait another week before removing them.  I still have a bit of facial weakness which I'm not sure I mentioned in my last post.  It hasn't been a huge deal so I don't really notice it unless I'm laughing or smiling big, and then I really feel it.  I'm not sure exactly how I appear to others when that happens, but to me it feels like my face is totally lopsided.  If I smile big in the mirror, I don't really notice a huge difference.  The doctor does think that this will eventually improve as well.  I've also had a few twitches on the left side which can be alarming since the surgery was supposed to fix that, but the doctor said it's VERY common and can continue for up to a year or more after surgery.  I guess it can take those poor nerves awhile to heal.  I'm also having a few right sided twitches which could still be residual crossover spasms from the left side, or more likely the beginning of hemifacial spasms on the right side.  I'm hoping not, but even if it is, right now it is so mild that it will most likely be years before I would need to address it by having another surgery.  I'm still hoping that they'll just go away completely along with the left sided twitches.

And now on to catching up!  Lynnsey and Spencer both participated in Spring soccer this year and had a great time.  Both of them continue to make great strides.  Lynnsey was one of the best players on her team and has amazing stamina.  She played midfield most of the time and never seemed to get tired even when the temperatures soared and the other players were dragging on the field.  She is so much fun to watch--almost graceful in her movements.  

And Spencer's games were fun to watch too, in a different way.  His age group is still in the mindset of just going after the ball.  Never mind that you are supposed to be playing your position at the other end of the field.  Never mind that you just stole the ball from your teammate!  So they all run around in this massive herd of kids that just cracks me up.  In spite of that, Spencer is a fast little guy out there and had some nice plays--even scoring a goal in their first game.

This picture was too funny.  I think this little girl might have been in his class the past year.  Anyway, I'm not sure what their deep conversation was, but the coach finally reminded them that they were supposed to be playing.  Spencer turned to go back onto the field and the little girl grabbed him from behind and gave him a giant hug while he was trying his best to squirm out of her reach.  He finally ended up dragging her behind him as he ran to catch up to the ball.

Kalen coached Lynnsey's team again this year and Kendall was the assistant coach.  Anyway, Kalen wanted to have a get together to thank the team and their families for a great season, so he invited them all to our house to make s'mores and play games.  He intended for the kids and their families to come.  What he got was the kids and their siblings and the parents squealing out of our driveway to enjoy a couple of hours to themselves!  Okay it wasn't that bad, but we really did only have one parent stay the whole time although a few others came toward the end and stayed for a bit. But we did get some siblings there too without their parents, which I thought was really interesting.  I don't think that's something that I would have done--especially if I didn't know the family I was leaving them all with very well.

                                    

They did all have a great time.  After playing soccer and basketball, playing on the swingset and painting at the easel, they all roasted marshmallows over the fire and sandwiched them between fudge striped cookies (so much easier than graham crackers and Hershey bars!).  We went through 3 big bags of marshmallows and 4 packages of cookies (and still had kids wanting more...)!  It was a great way to wrap up a fun season.

Ouch.

You know when someone says "I feel like I've been hit by a truck" or someone else says "You look like you've been hit by a truck".  Well, I personally have never been hit by a truck or seen someone who has been hit by a truck.  But if being hit by a truck feels like microvascular decompression surgery, I hope that I never have the experience of being hit by said truck.  Or that you have that experience either.  It's a little bit painful.

We left on June 19th to head over to my appointment to meet the surgeon and go over any last minute questions.  That went well.  Dr. Casey is quite interesting and sort of cracked us up with is very odd sense of humor.  But the man knows his stuff and really helped to put us at ease, at least as much as possible.  I came away from that appointment feeling like I made the very best choice in a surgeon.  The hospital seemed really nice too--newer and well kept with lots of friendly people to direct us where we needed to go.  It was also not a huge place, which made me feel more comfortable too.

After that we went and had lunch and then bought a few snacks for Kalen at the grocery store before checking into our hotel.  We had decided to stay over since I had to be at the hospital at 5:30 in the morning and it would have been a challenge to drive back over in the middle of the night.  We settled in and just relaxed for a couple of hours before dressing up and driving up to the Detroit Temple to do a session.  It was the best possible thing to do to feel calmer and peaceful about what would happen the next morning.  It was especially cool because I was the very first person to go into the Celestial Room and had it to myself for quite awhile before others came in.  It was such a beautiful feeling to be there by myself and soak up that feeling for that time.

We ate a late dinner on the way back to the hotel and then called my mom and the kids and talked for awhile.  After that the terror set in all over again.  Mostly I think it was because no matter how much I had prepared or how many questions I asked or how many accounts of others experiences I had researched, I still had no idea what this surgery would be like for me.  And to know that meant I had to go through it myself.

We got up at about 4:40 although I had been awake since 3:00 and got ready to head to the hospital.  We arrived and registered and then we were sent up to the surgical waiting room.  Kalen was given a number and shown a big screen that indicated what stages various surgeries were in so he would know what was happening to me.  They called me back into the holding area where I changed into a gown and they got an IV going.  My nurse was this bubbly little Japanese lady that reminded me of Chieko Okazaki and made me feel a lot calmer.  Once that was done, Kalen was allowed to come back to visit for a bit.  The surgeon came by to say good morning and had me put an X on the left side of my neck to indicate which side they would be working on.  Then the anesthesiologists came in to talk about what they would be doing and then they had Kalen leave so they could insert an arterial line into one of my veins so they could monitor my blood pressure during surgery without using the cuff.  They gave me something in the IV to make me not care that they were mutilating my veins while they tried several times unsuccessfully to get the line into my miniscule veins.  I had one person on each arm digging needles in when the surgeon came back and told them to stop hurting me and that they would put it in once I was under the anesthesia.  I was so happy to hear him say that!  Then they found out that the guy who was supposed to do the intraoperative monitoring of my systems had overslept and was coming from Ann Arbor--about an hour away.  So Kalen was allowed to come back for a bit longer.  Then finally, they gave me more of the drug to make me loopy and sent Kalen off again.  I vaguely remember being wheeled to the OR and being lifted onto the operating table.  I remember someone at my head putting a mask next to my mouth and telling me to have a nice nap.  I remember thinking he was going to need to put the mask all the way over my face for it to work.  And that was the last thing I remember until hearing voices interrupting my peaceful sleep.  I felt the circulation "socks" on my legs pumping and giving my legs a nice massage.  I remember being told that they were taking me to my room in the ICU.  My head hurt but not nearly as bad as I had expected.  I remember people lifting me onto the new bed and someone remarking "she's a lightweight compared to the usual!"  This whole time I had not opened my eyes and I don't know how much time passed between each thing I remember.  I know I kept telling people I was thirsty.  My mouth was SO dry, my lips were cracked and my tongue felt ten times it's normal size and completely numb on one side.  Everyone kept telling me I couldn't have anything to drink yet and I was so mad.  I was sure I was going to die soon if I couldn't get water.

Later I woke up again, opened my eyes and then closed them immediately.  The entire room was spinning rapidly!  I tried again but it was worse.  I remember thinking I may have made the worst decision of my entire life!  What if I could never see again???  I was also aware that Kalen was next to the bed watching TV and jiggling a cup that clearly had a bunch of lifesaving ice in it and I was so mad at him because he wouldn't give me any! 

The day went on with me sleeping and waking occasionally only to discover that the dizziness was still unbearable.  I remember finding the clock on the wall and trying to bring it into focus.  I'd get it almost there and then it would spin away again.  At some point the surgeon came in and told me he felt the surgery was successful.  If I could have mustered the energy I may have begged to differ! 

The entire day passed and they still wouldn't give me any water.  At that point I'd have sucked a washcloth dry!  I just needed something but they said because of the dizziness and nausea, they couldn't do it because they were afraid it would just come up again. 

Finally in the middle of the night, the nurse took pity on me.  She brought me a cup that had a tube with a sponge attached to the end.  She told me to only wet my lips and tongue with it but not to suck on it or swallow.  Guess what I did the second she left the room?  I tried to be good and do what she said, but that dripping water was such a blessed relief.  It felt so heavenly on my cracked lips and giant tongue and especially dripping down my parched throat. 

Kalen arrived early the next morning to find me still having major dizziness issues, but I was finding that I could keep the clock in focus for a few seconds each time, so it seemed somewhat better.  They took out my catheter so that I would have to get out of bed to go to the bathroom which they felt was necessary for me to start improving.  It was such an ordeal!  I have never felt so weak or dizzy!  I had to walk heavily supported by Kalen or a nurse, and I would get back into bed shaking all over and with teeth chattering.  But everytime I got up, I did feel a bit stronger and a bit better. 

The next step was to eat something.  And that was impossible.  The nausea and dizziness were so awful!  I'd get a few sips of Ginger Ale down and a couple of nibbles of cracker but that was all I could do.  The entire day was like that and then that afternoon the vomiting started.  I couldn't seem to keep anything down.

I had been told to expect a 1-2 day hospital stay, but it was very apparent, that I wasn't going home that day.

The next day, the room had finally stopped spinning IF I just held my head very still.  Every time I had to turn my head it set it off again.  I managed to eat some Jell-O that morning and some Sierra Mist and more crackers.  And everything stayed down, so that was good.  I had my first shower, pathetic though it was.  I had to sit on a chair and could barely do anything, but it felt so good to have all the goop out of my hair (I was quite a sight the first time I looked in the mirror!) and change into a fresh gown.  I continued to graze on a few things but still struggled.  We waited all day for the doctor to come in but it was evening before one of his associates came.  They had talked about releasing me on the second day.  I was having a hard time fathoming how I would survive the ride home in a moving vehicle, but I also knew it was Kaya's birthday and she was going to be so disappointed if I didn't get to come home.  But after consulting with us, he left and called Dr. Casey to see what they should do.  Later the nurse came in and told us we were staying for another night.  As sad as I was for Kaya, I was relieved to have more time to recuperate. 

The next morning I felt hungry for Cheerios!  And I ate nearly the entire bowl.  The dizziness was ever-present but better than it had been.  I could focus my eyes for longer periods.  And I felt a lot stronger.  We even went for a short walk down the hallway!  So late in the morning we got word that I could go home.  Kalen went to Walmart and bought a travel neck pillow and two other pillows.  We slightly reclined the car seat and he wedged me in between the pillows which kept me from moving too much on the ride.  I kept my eyes closed nearly the whole ride home because the scenery flashing past was too much for my poor dizzy head. 

And then we were home.  It was so fantastic to see the kids again.  They were as careful as possible to keep their voices down to protect my sensitive ears.  (The fluid and swelling on the left side cause some sounds to be muffled and others to be magnified.  I was ready to strangle one of the housekeepers in the hospital who was shaking out a plastic sack one day!)  They had lots of stories to tell me about all the fun they had with Nana while I was gone.  It seems she did a fantastic job of keeping them busy and happy and unworried about me. 

That night we celebrated Kaya's 4th birthday and she was so excited about everything.  And I felt so happy just to be home.  I think it's really true that you can recover more quickly when you are in your own environment. 

Every day since has been better than the last.  The dizziness is almost gone now.  I still have a few episodes now and then and the full ear that I'm experiencing tends to make me feel off balance so I'm looking forward to that clearing up.  The doctor said it can take up to 6 weeks though:(    My hearing is still a bit sensitive but getting better.  I can now walk to the bathroom all by myself.  My voice which I lost as a result of the breathing tube, is finally coming back.  I have a massive bruise on my chin from a monitoring needle that they used that is finally clearing up.  My arms where both the arterial line and the attempted lines were, are both slowly healing.  They are a mass of blue and green and yellow bruises and at night especially they ache something terrible.  The incision isn't pretty but hasn't given me much trouble at all.  I never did get the huge headaches I was expecting.I am getting stronger all the time but wear out quickly.  It is so strange to feel pretty good but have something as simple as taking a shower cause me to need a nap.  As slow as recovery seems to be going though, I know I did the right thing.  The left side of my face is calm!  No more winking at people (unless I want to!), no more weird twitches and spasms pulling the side of my mouth! 

The surgeon said I had a couple of different areas that were affected.  There was a vessel trying to wrap itself around my auditory nerve (that's what caused my episodes of tinnitus before, and what caused so much of the dizziness afterward.  It also makes me wonder if the vertigo I experienced before may have even been caused by that).  There was also a cluster of veins resting on my 4th, 5th and 7th nerves.  They padded them all off and got a perfect reading on their EMG.  I am so happy that it was successful.  I am still having a few mild twitches on the right side which time will tell if it was related to the left problems and will eventually go away, or if they continue will indicate hemifacial spasm on that side.  Even if I do have it on the right side, at this point it is so mild that I wouldn't do anything about it yet.  But if it does progress, I know who to call!

Below, is a picture of my incision.  Do not feel like you have to look at it, especially if you have a weak stomach, but for anyone who wondered exactly what I was having operated on, here you go:

Staples will come out at week 3.