Samantha finished summer school on Tuesday.
Author: Hschichie
Shhhhhhh!!! (By Samantha)
Mama has gotten A LOT of great press lately. Monster Max, The Fisch Tank and Makenzie’s Miracle have all thanked and sang kudos to Mama for riding for the Children’s Hospital and their kids.
We will build our house
and chop our wood,
and make our garden grow,and make our garden grow….Candide
I am quite proud of the garden class of 2010.They seem to be high-performers, over-achievers…Garden FrogCutest Garden HelperMax…..neighbor’s dog and the 2nd cutest garden helper
Lovely LilyBouquet of lavender, basil, mint and rosemary….all from the gardenFeast for the senses…..I am in love
Stage Mom
A lot of exciting things are happening at the Schichtel household!
Big Girl Bed! By Samantha
My bed arrived last week!
Remember the ‘Stay Away Seizures’ sign from Children’s Hospital? Mama feels it’s good ‘juju’ to have it above my bed:) But look at that cute big-girl bed!
Mama and Daddy ordered a hospital bed but Mama thought it was important that it didn’t ‘feel’ like a hospital bed. Here it is with my friends.
Here it is without my friends. Quite a difference, eh? And a pretty beefy bed. The rails keep me from rolling out and the frame allows the bed to move up and down. I could sleep in this bed for a very long time!
This is Mama’s ‘master control’ that moves the head and the foot of the bed up and down. It’s great when I’m feeling a little stuffy to have me elevated.
This is the crank that moves the whole bed up! Kinda nice as I get bigger. It’s a little easier on everyone’s back.
Mama really tried to make my room just like any little girls room. Is my lamb sitting on an oxygen tank?
Wherefore Heart Thou?
Samantha went to the cardiologist today.
Torrid Affair
I’m having a love affair.
It’s hard to be sad
It’s hard to be sad when you wake up and the donations to your Courage Classic team are up to $2,100.00!
It’s hard to be sad when your daughter greets you in the morning with a big, gummy smile and a slobbery cuddle.
It’s hard to be sad when you walk a labyrinth with good friends, the mountains in the background and a breeze against your skin.
It’s hard to be sad when you think gratefully of how far you’ve come.
It’s hard to be sad when the day starts with good thoughts from good friends and a lovely tin of frog magnets 🙂
Today our son Jack would have been five. Today our son was stillborn at 41 weeks. The day of his ‘birth’ has always been a sad, bittersweet day…..Today I became a mom. Today I lost a child.
As the years have evolved however, this day has become more of a day of remembrance than mourning.
Today is a day that I am reminded to take nothing for granted.
I am reminded that even in your darkest hour, you will laugh again.
And although that first laugh sounds foreign and somewhat inappropriate, the next one will come a little easier and the one after that.
And you never forget….but as time goes by, remembering isn’t so hard.
Happy Birthday Jack.
Bleep Blop Blurp Blip…..
My computer died on Friday.
It gave me no warning….
No, Hey not feeling too well today, you might want to backup
No Check engine light
Nothing, just a couple computer moans and the light went dead. I sat on the couch frantically trying to reboot but again, nothing.
I feel betrayed.
The good news is that techie hubby pulled the hard drive out and saved what I forgot to backup (for about a month) AND he ordered me a new fancy, light as air, new laptop!
Hubbie is good.
The bad news is that we are sharing a computer until my new-fancy pants one arrives so I’m a little remiss on my writing.
My mother called me yesterday to remind me I’m behind in my blogging and to say she could no longer look at the picture of the great white shark …especially in relation to Samantha’s health.
Okay, I get it…..new picture.
Instead of sharks, I give you puppies in a wagon. And the news that Samantha had a good weekend and has been seizure free since Friday evening (knocking on wood over here!)
Another thing that happens when you aren’t online as much is that you miss when your friends do wonderful things, like donate over $1,300 to your Courage Classic ride.
Once again you all are fabulous. Even more fabulous than seven puppies in a wagon.
Do we need bigger boat?
Did you ever see Jaws? Remember the guards on the towers, standing there, watching for the elusive shark? Welcome to seizure watch 2010. I don’t have a tower or binoculars but the last two days have been confined to the house, documenting Samantha’s seizure activity.

Sometimes her seizure can be fleeting like a shadow. Was that a shark or a school of fish? Or pretty obvious Hey, check out that dorsal fin.
When I see them coming on, the Jaws theme sticks in my head. Duh…..duh…duh…duh..so forgive my fish analogy. Seizures are the great white sharks of my life.
The good news is that I have become the old swarmy fisherman in fighting seizures. Remember him? The one with the boat? Yeah, he did get eaten but just ignore that fact, trivial…I can spot a seizure, call a neuro, document the time and prime a syringe with seizure meds…all while singing that crazy song swarmy fisherman sang...what was that song?
We have developed a great relationship with our neurologist. She trusts me and I trust her. On days like today, we talk several times….what did you give her? What can I give her? How does she look? When is it too risky to keep her at home? The goal is to try and manage Samantha’s seizures at home, without needing the bigger boat, without needing to head down to TCH.
After day two, we’re still hanging in there. I’ve maned the Ativan harpoons and kept a constant watch on Little Miss. Currently she’s on the floor, content and seizure free since 4:50 this afternoon.
Knock on wood. Perhaps we should order sushi for dinner.
Fingers crossed for an uneventful weekend 🙂













