Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Vacation 2014

We took a vacation! This was a first for us, where we didn't have a schedule or anything. We just drove and stayed with friends and family and had a fantastic time.
Here are my boys, dressed alike and ready for a road trip.
This is how loaded the car was. I didn't hear a single complaint the whole way, though! Shannon was pretending to be asleep and Chris always closes his eyes when he says "cheese!"
Our first stop was Las Vegas. There is a lot to do there that doesn't cost any money! We started at the Bellagio and saw the Botanical Garden. It was fantastic! They change up the decorations depending on the season.
No trip to the Bellagio would be complete without seeing the water show. It was so cool! I would love to see it at night some time. Across the street from that is the Eiffel Tower restaurant. I can't believe someone built all of that just for a restaurant, but there it is.
 

Next we went to M&Ms World. This was my idea of heaven!
Just look at all of those!!!
Chris loves M&Ms as much as I do, so he really enjoyed it as well. Here he is hugging an orange one.
There's even a tiny theater in this store with a 3D M&Ms movie that the girls loved. Chris was freaked out at the 3D, but didn't mind it once we took his glasses off.
The machine to make your own personalized M&Ms.
Just when I didn't think it could get any better, I looked across the street and saw Hershey's World. Naturally, we had to go.
They had giant Hershey bars, Reese's Peanut Butter Cups the size of small pies, and these:
Oh, and every color/kind of Hershey's Kiss you can imagine. The sales person saw me coming from a mile away and pulled out her last few bags (or so she said) of macadamia nut Hershey's kisses. She told me that they are only available in Las Vegas and Hawaii. I couldn't resist that!
Here are my girls, melting in front of the fake Statue of Liberty.
This was the temperature on our way to our stop for the night. One of my college roommates lives in Las Vegas, so we went to her house and had a great visit with her and her husband. It was so good to see them again!
The next morning we loaded up and drove 4 more hours to Rancho Cucamonga, where Matt is from. He wanted more than anything to eat at Vince's spaghetti. It was actually pretty good, considering I don't think I have ever paid for spaghetti. Their garlic bread was wonderful.
We drove to the old neighborhood and got pictures of the house Matt grew up in. We also stopped to see the barber that cut his hair since he was a little boy.
 Next it was off to Aunt Kristi's. We immediately got into our swimsuits and got in the pool. It felt sooooo good after all that driving. We spent the night at my niece's house, then got right back in the pool for the fourth of July. Brock, my nephew, made us hot dogs and hamburgers for lunch, and we were still full at dinner, so we had bread and fresh fruit with cream. We watched "Captain America" projected on a sheet while in the pool and there were tons of fireworks all around us, even though they were illegal. It was the perfect holiday.
 
 Chris eventually got tired of the swimming, so he went in to watch Mickey Mouse and found the chips and pretzels. He was perfectly happy with that.
On Saturday we got up and packed up for a day at the beach. My niece, Kelsey, and her son, Carson took us. We stayed with them the whole time we were there and had so much fun in their beautiful house. They have three sulcata tortoises, which I didn't get a picture of, for some reason, but the girls absolutely loved feeding them. They are pretty fun pets!
Anyway, Kelsey took us to Santa Monica beach. It was by far the prettiest beach I've ever personally been to. The weather couldn't have been more perfect, and the water was actually pretty warm! Here's a view of the pier:
 Chris, saying "cheese" again.
 Chris loved playing in the sand, but got mad when the water came up and ruined whatever he was making. He kept yelling, "Go away, water!" He didn't love the ocean, but Shannon and Leah actually did pretty well in it. Their faces upon tasting salt water for the first time were priceless.
 
 This is my great nephew, Carson. These two boys couldn't get enough of the sand. They played like this for six hours! 
 Chris kept climbing onto Kelsey's back when she bent down to kiss Carson.
 So she let him.
 No trip to the beach is complete without getting buried in sand. It blows my mind that people live in those buildings back there.
 We made Leah into a mermaid.
 The boy and his dad. This trip was really perfect. I don't think Chris will remember it, but I hope the girls can remember it for a very long time.


Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Summer Recital 2014

Here is Leah performing in her very first recital. She was excited and surprisingly not very nervous. She really messed up the first song, but did pretty well on the rest. Watch carefully, because after the second song she looks at me and winks. It was really cute!
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Shannon did beautifully. She loves playing duets with her teacher.
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Thursday, June 26, 2014

First Heartiversary

One year ago today was the longest day of my life. My baby boy got the greatest gift and a new chance to live. I don't need to rehash it. You can read about it here if you haven't already. I am amazed every day by the year we've had. Life is really, really good.
In the past year, I have been asked the same question many times. "So, he's good now, right?" I understand completely where the question comes from, but I feel the need to clarify the answer. I always just give the vague answer of "For now, yes." Here is the truth: Christopher is not, nor will he ever be in this life, cured. There's a saying that goes, "Transplant trades one set of problems for another." While this is true, we have never looked back and we would take the set of "problems" that we have now any day over the problems we had pre-transplant. He was dying. He was always blue, his oxygen saturation was never above 80% (which, in addition to not being good for your organs, causes a lot of physical pain), he couldn't roll across the floor without stopping and panting for ten minutes, he was very delayed in his motor development, he was hospitalized for EVERY SINGLE illness he contracted, he had a very poor appetite and was tube fed for most of the time, and he vomited any time he started crying and frequently for no reason at all. The vomiting became so common place for us that we just had towels and containers strategically placed throughout the house. Here he is a few weeks before he received his new heart. You can hear him panting, and he looks very sick.
Since transplant he has learned to walk (and hasn't stopped since), eats like a champ, is a beautiful pink color, and has weathered several illnesses better than I ever imagined he could. He is SO MUCH healthier!
So what are these new problems we've inherited with transplant? Well, to start, Christopher will have to take medications every day for the rest of his life. He was already doing that, but these new meds suppress his immune system so that his body will not attack the heart that is seen by his immune system as a foreign thing. He will get sick more easily than most people and will have to adjust his life accordingly. In addition to this, the meds that he's on are famous for causing kidney damage and cancer. Luckily, he has not had any problems with his kidneys thus far, and the cancer that the drugs can cause is pretty treatable.
Another problem arising from transplant is that a transplanted heart doesn't last as long as a non-transplanted heart. Plain and simple. We've heard that on average they will last from five to ten years, but with newer and better treatments and medications, that statistic is improving. I personally know two young children who have already had to undergo a second heart transplant, but I also personally know two people who have had their transplanted heart for over 20 years. There is really no telling how long it will last, and if and when it does fail, he will need another transplant to survive. Current statistics say that 90% of heart transplant recipients survive to one year post transplant. The number goes down to 75% at five years, and about 50% at 15 years. We remain very hopeful that his heart will last a long time, and that by the time he needs another one, stem cell researchers will have developed a way to grow his own heart. Amazing things are happening in this field. Just watch this video to see what they are already doing!

In order to prevent damage to the heart, we keep a close eye out for any signs of rejection, take vital signs every day, have frequent blood draws to check the levels of his immunosuppressants, and he will have a biopsy every year. These seem like such small things to me to take care of his donated heart.
 
Those are most of the serious problems associated with transplant. Now for the weird and interesting. Most people don't realize that the heart is innervated, and that when it is transplanted, that nerve, of course, is severed. It's the tenth cranial nerve, called the vagus nerve. This is what sends signals from the brain to the heart saying, "We're exercising now, let's beat harder and faster." Now Christopher's heart can only respond to chemical changes in his blood (adrenaline released from the adrenal glands as part of the parasympathetic nervous system) in order to beat faster and stronger. I have a friend who was a young teenager when she was transplanted and she said it takes her heart about 15 minutes to start beating faster when she exercises, as opposed to the almost immediate response most of us have. While this doesn't cause any real problems, I thought it was interesting. Here is more information on that:


This anniversary is a joyous one for us, but we are keenly aware that for someone else, it is a completely different kind of anniversary. A year ago, someone, somewhere (we still have had no communication from our donor family, although we did write to them) allowed a surgeon to take their child and remove his or her heart.  I think it would be so hard to not be holding my child as he or she took his or her last breath, but these donor families don't get to do that. They hold and kiss their child's still warm body, then say goodbye at the operating room doors. What brave, selfless, and amazing people. There is no way to sufficiently say thank you. The best I can do is enjoy every minute that I have been given with my children. I've been given another year with my boy, and it has been incredible. We will make the most of every day.

Monday, June 9, 2014

Dream Night at the Zoo

Last year at this time I was in the hospital with Christopher and a volunteer came and handed me some tickets to go to the zoo for the annual Dream Night. It's a special event where they close the zoo to everyone except families with critically ill children. Since I had been in the hospital for a week, I needed to spend some time with the girls, so Matt took over for me and I took the girls to the zoo. It was just hours after I had been given the pager and the official letter to let us know that Christopher had been listed for a heart transplant, so I was emotional and shaking, and exhausted from sleeping in a chair. After spending three hours at the zoo, I took the girls home and put them to bed, then I had a bowl of ice cream and a can of Pringles for dinner.
This year was completely different. Since we are part of the Hope Kids organization, we got to go to the dream night again--this time as a whole family. It was so much fun! They had lots of people dressed up in costumes, and I think the kids would have been happy to have gone just for that!
 They were very excited to see Maleficent, but she scared Christopher, so we didn't get him in the picture.
 Superman! He is second only to Mickey Mouse for Christopher. When we walked away from him he got sad and asked to go see him the rest of the night.
 Off to see the giraffes--WAIT! IT'S ELSA AND ANNA!!!!! I swear, I thought Shannon was going to wet herself. Of course, there was a long line to get a picture with these two. As soon as we got in the line Chris started singing "Let it Go!" at the top of his lungs. I think this made their entire night. 
 They were also very excited to see Rapunzel and Belle.
 We finally got to see some animals! This is an Amur leopard, and he was pacing very quickly, so I didn't get a good picture of him. 
 This was at the end of the night and all three kids were still going strong! We rode the carousel, had dinner, went to the splash pad, saw the polar bear, sea lions, seals, the bird show, a monkey, a snow leopard, zebras, elephants, rhinos, and as we were walking out we heard the lion roaring, so we headed over there even though the park was closing. It was too dark for pictures, but he came right up to the window and pawed at the kids. They didn't even flinch! Then he roared several times again. It was amazing!
Thank you, Hope Kids, for another fantastic night!!!

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Make-A-Wish

Last night we got to use this key and Christopher got to make his wish! It was so much fun, and a lot more emotional than I thought it would be.
 We started out by throwing tokens in the wish pond and each of us got to make our own wish. Then we took a tour of the beautiful garden.
 Inside we sat down with the wish makers and talked about our family so that they could get to know us. They asked what our favorite vacation spot was and Matt and I laughed. Shannon said "Idaho!" and Leah said "The river." Yeah, we're pretty exotic. Truth is, we've only taken two vacations as a family. Once to Colorado for a family reunion, and once to Idaho for Thanksgiving.
The actual wish wasn't hard to choose. As soon as we walked in the building, Chris saw this cutout of Mickey and got very excited and started doing the Hot Dog dance. The wish makers all knew that he would love a Disney wish.
We wrote down the top three choices and put them in a capsule. Then it was time to enter the Wishing Place. Here he is using his key!
 This was a really neat round room in a tower with glass tiles on the floor, a water fountain, and color-changing lights. In here we all read our wishes for Christopher (this is where it got emotional) and the kids followed the lights on the floor to place the capsule in a small cone.
 Then they put the small cone on the bigger cone and sent the wishes to the wizard (The cone is the top of the wizard's hat)
 Wish made! The girls were disappointed that they didn't get to actually see the wizard, but they got over it.
 Obviously, the top wish was to go to Disney World to meet Mickey. I can't think of anything Christopher would enjoy more. They are booked for the summer, but we will probably go in December or next summer. We are excited and had such a fun, magical evening. Thank you, Make-a-Wish Utah!

Monday, May 26, 2014

My Dad

Today is my dad's 74th birthday. For the first time in 50 years, my mom won't be making the traditional tomato soup cake. For many years she made it into this panda bear. It was kind of gross, but it was his favorite!
My dad was the best. He was always involved in our lives and loved us so much. When I was little and had a bad dream, he would rock me in the big green chair and sing the Fishy song in his deep bass voice. He even dressed up a few times for Halloween.
 Dad was always trying to live as best he could. He was a worthy priesthood holder his entire life. He gave me a blessing before every school year, baptized me when I was 8 years old, and was always there with a blessing when I was sick or having a hard time.
 We went camping almost every summer and he taught us how to fish. He spent a few years living in Alaska, where he lived like Tom Sawyer and fished all day long during the summer. He always spoke very fondly of those years.
One of my best memories of my dad is when I was probably about ten years old. We were out in the backyard playing soccer or something as a family, and the sunset was just beautiful. I remember being perfectly happy at that moment. Dad came and put his arm around me and said, "This is what it's all about." I try every day to find that happiness, because he was right.
My dad almost died 15 years ago. I had just finished junior college and was still trying to figure out what to do with my life. My mom had just had a knee replacement, so I was helping her with that and living alone with my parents at the time, since all of my other siblings had moved out. To make a very long story short, Dad had a blood clot that cut off the flow of blood to his intestines, and over four feet of his small intestine died before the surgeon discovered it. He developed a systemic infection that should have killed him, but he recovered. My sisters, Lori and Kristi, came to help take care of Dad in the hospital and Mom at home. I can't begin to express how grateful I am that he survived to live another 15 years, because in those years he supported me as I served a mission, he got to see me get my Bachelors Degree, he danced with my at my wedding, and he met all three of my kids. He was very supportive during all of the good times and the bad. He greatly influenced my decision to serve a mission (even though he was not a big fan of sister missionaries--but that's a story for another day).
One summer I had the incredible opportunity to go to Mexico with my parents. We didn't go to a nice resort town, we went to the very poor parts of Chihuahua, where some of my mother's ancestors lived. We wanted to see the communities they had built. It was an amazing experience. Here's my dad in front of the Colonia Juarez temple.
Dad was very fond of puzzles. I inherited that from him. I used to try to finish the New York Times crossword puzzle in the newspaper before he got home from work, but usually ended up messing it up so badly it would take him twice as long to finish it. He didn't like when I messed with his crossword puzzle. We had a jigsaw puzzle out after Christmas every year. Dad always took a piece and hid it so that he could be the one to place the last piece when the rest of the puzzle was done. This resulted in much frustration on our part, when we just couldn't find that one piece. My brothers and sisters and I all got a new puzzles and put one piece from each in Dad's pocket at his funeral. Now we all have puzzles that we will never be able to finish to remind us of Dad.
This is the last picture I took of him. This was taken at my sisters house after my other sister's funeral, about a week before my dad died. He loved his grandkids dearly and was almost always snuggling someone. 
I love my dad and miss him so much. Happy birthday, Dad!