<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569789822641768390</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:56:21.724-05:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Surgery'/><category term='Chad'/><category term='Nursing'/><category term='Boys'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Trae'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>All boys, all the time</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tlrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652149556944915141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SwsvrByMeQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/X8Bi6AlLf48/S220/206.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569789822641768390.post-6870768838745587854</id><published>2009-11-14T08:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T09:15:44.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My crazy morning</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday, I had one of the worst mornings I've had in a while.  It started when Riley decided he didn't want to go to school that morning.  He usually complains a little bit but is really fine with it and he walks into the room with a big smile.  Yesterday, he decided to really not want to go to school, and he cried all the way there.  His crying always makes me more stressed out and wanting to cry myself.&lt;br /&gt;While on the way to school, I was waiting to turn right onto a one-way street, so, of course, I was looking left, seeing if I could turn on red.  I started to pull out only to nearly run over 2 pedestrians crossing the street in front of my car!  They were fine, thank God, but I was not.  I pulled into the parking garage, totally shaking, and now I really was crying, along with Riley.&lt;br /&gt;After getting Riley to his class, (sad, but no longer crying), I managed to settle down and take a test in my class that morning. &lt;br /&gt;Later in the morning, I was taking the elevator up to the 3rd floor and the girls who were also in the elevator decided to squeeze as many people in the elevator as they could (about 10 or so).  This was fine until we actually got up to the 3rd floor and the doors didn't open!  Now, even tho I am closterphobic, I am usually ok on elevators, knowing that the doors will open and I can get out.  When I am packed in the elevator and the doors don't open, I start to freak out.  I almost immediately started sweating, and breathing hard, and eventually, crying again.  Since I am not a loud or dramatic person, only a couple people noticed that I wasn't ok.  Thankfully, we were only trapped about 10 minutes or so, but it was the longest 10 minutes of my life!  It took a little while for me to really calm down after getting out, and at that point, all I wanted to do was go home!&lt;br /&gt;So, I think I will be taking the stairs in that building for a while, even if I am huffing and puffing by the time I get to the third floor!  The good news of the day was, I actually got a B on my test that morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569789822641768390-6870768838745587854?l=patroff5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/feeds/6870768838745587854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569789822641768390&amp;postID=6870768838745587854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/6870768838745587854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/6870768838745587854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-crazy-morning.html' title='My crazy morning'/><author><name>tlrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652149556944915141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SwsvrByMeQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/X8Bi6AlLf48/S220/206.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569789822641768390.post-2460338801635072012</id><published>2009-11-12T12:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T13:11:33.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So close to the Finish!!</title><content type='html'>Life has been so crazy busy for me lately, writing on this blogpage seems to be low on the list of priorities.  But for my one reader (Grandma!)  I'll do a quick update on life in the Patroff household.&lt;br /&gt;I am 5 weeks away from finishing the semester!  And only 6 months away from graduating as a Registered Nurse :)  Wow, just writing that still seems so unreal to me.  I feel like that day will never come!  After years of waiting and studying and sacrificing, the finish line is finally coming into view.  It will have taken me 7 years of school to accomplish that goal.  Luke was just a baby when I started going to school part time and he will be 7 years old in January.  I sincerely hope that the wait was worth it!!  And it hasn't been just a sacrifice for me, but for my whole family.  But none of my guys have ever complained about it.  They've been nothing but supportive to me, and I can't wait for them to see me graduate in the spring.&lt;br /&gt;As far as everyone else in the house goes, everyone is doing well, and there's not much to report.  We did take Trae in for his bi-annual cardiologist check-up and all is well with him, thank God.  His doctor actually wants to try to take him off of his medication, which I have mixed feelings about.  He's been on this med since he was a year old and we were told he would be on it for his entire life.  But there are different opinions among doctors about whether being on this med is actually necessary or even helps his condition.  But, we decided to try it and see how he is in 6 months, so now he is on a half dose of what he was (a beta-blocker has to be weaned down, they can't just stop it cold turkey)  So far, he seems to be at least acting the same, so we'll see when we go back in April if anything has changed.  Riley has his bi-annual appointment next month, so keep him in prayer, believing for good reports :)&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures of my boys on Halloween this year.  They all went as Star Wars characters - what else would they be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/Svxdbslv3eI/AAAAAAAAAFI/emcnc7VQHtI/s1600-h/Fall+09+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/Svxdbslv3eI/AAAAAAAAAFI/emcnc7VQHtI/s320/Fall+09+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403296383345090018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SvxdbbubtJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/O2DpgZatgjA/s1600-h/Fall+09+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SvxdbbubtJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/O2DpgZatgjA/s320/Fall+09+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403296378818114706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569789822641768390-2460338801635072012?l=patroff5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/feeds/2460338801635072012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569789822641768390&amp;postID=2460338801635072012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/2460338801635072012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/2460338801635072012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-close-to-finish.html' title='So close to the Finish!!'/><author><name>tlrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652149556944915141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SwsvrByMeQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/X8Bi6AlLf48/S220/206.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/Svxdbslv3eI/AAAAAAAAAFI/emcnc7VQHtI/s72-c/Fall+09+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569789822641768390.post-1994133062816337307</id><published>2009-07-19T14:04:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T14:20:34.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Orlando!</title><content type='html'>I know I've been terrible at blogging the past few months. There never seems to be enough hours in the day. I do want to post some pictures of our trip to Florida. It was an amazing vacation!!! Trae is still asking if we can go back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SmNvxKPOFXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Evkfm29XcPo/s1600-h/Florida+2009+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SmNvxKPOFXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Evkfm29XcPo/s320/Florida+2009+185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360250871853487474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys loved to swim!  We spent 90% of our free time at the hotel pool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SmNvKZN7l8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/285OpC60lWw/s1600-h/img031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SmNvKZN7l8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/285OpC60lWw/s320/img031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360250205859715010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Discovery Cove, the boys also loved to snorkle!    All except Riley, he didn't quite know how to use his!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SmNvKMc2fVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TOxYiT-FZHg/s1600-h/img021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SmNvKMc2fVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TOxYiT-FZHg/s320/img021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360250202432634194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the reason we got to go.  So Trae could fulfill his wish of swimming with dolphins.  We were so proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SmNvJ7Y9XmI/AAAAAAAAADw/j4l1beGGWlw/s1600-h/img020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SmNvJ7Y9XmI/AAAAAAAAADw/j4l1beGGWlw/s320/img020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360250197852905058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SmNvJsipxCI/AAAAAAAAADo/SMOrP_LpSFs/s1600-h/img019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SmNvJsipxCI/AAAAAAAAADo/SMOrP_LpSFs/s320/img019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360250193867031586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me being able to also was just a bonus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SmNvJbdYcbI/AAAAAAAAADg/5D-X6F1C4L4/s1600-h/img018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SmNvJbdYcbI/AAAAAAAAADg/5D-X6F1C4L4/s320/img018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360250189281522098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luke was signed up to swim too, but the water was very cold and he was in a bad mood, so he stayed long enough to take this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SmNu5z2lX0I/AAAAAAAAADY/92S6KJ54PL4/s1600-h/Florida+2009+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SmNu5z2lX0I/AAAAAAAAADY/92S6KJ54PL4/s320/Florida+2009+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360249920951770946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SmNxnJleVWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-lTi-kbzy9g/s1600-h/Florida+2009+199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SmNxnJleVWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-lTi-kbzy9g/s320/Florida+2009+199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360252898902955362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the plane, on our way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SmNx4X-HFiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-DTeyRTruq4/s1600-h/Florida+2009+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SmNx4X-HFiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-DTeyRTruq4/s320/Florida+2009+201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360253194822161954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569789822641768390-1994133062816337307?l=patroff5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/feeds/1994133062816337307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569789822641768390&amp;postID=1994133062816337307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/1994133062816337307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/1994133062816337307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/2009/07/orlando.html' title='Orlando!'/><author><name>tlrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652149556944915141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SwsvrByMeQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/X8Bi6AlLf48/S220/206.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SmNvxKPOFXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Evkfm29XcPo/s72-c/Florida+2009+185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569789822641768390.post-5388214857283676640</id><published>2009-04-22T20:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:49:37.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Soccer</title><content type='html'>Luke started playing soccer for the Peoria Park District.  He played last year, and had a blast doing it.  Of course, sometimes he had more fun playing "Rock, Paper, Scissors" on the sidelines, but that's ok.  He loves making new friends, and we have fun getting out of the house and watching him play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/Se_H9rBn8QI/AAAAAAAAAC4/uJ6SZAgW-hg/s1600-h/Picture+546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/Se_H9rBn8QI/AAAAAAAAAC4/uJ6SZAgW-hg/s320/Picture+546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327696746538070274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/Se_JFyQx4yI/AAAAAAAAADQ/tt7-wFjR7_s/s1600-h/Picture+541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/Se_JFyQx4yI/AAAAAAAAADQ/tt7-wFjR7_s/s320/Picture+541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327697985431266082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trae and Riley also like going to watch. Here they are, pretending to fight with their Star Wars Light Sabers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/Se_Ipt7PAMI/AAAAAAAAADI/dYdyfRo5Ais/s1600-h/Picture+538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/Se_Ipt7PAMI/AAAAAAAAADI/dYdyfRo5Ais/s320/Picture+538.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327697503230820546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569789822641768390-5388214857283676640?l=patroff5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/feeds/5388214857283676640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569789822641768390&amp;postID=5388214857283676640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/5388214857283676640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/5388214857283676640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/2009/04/playing-soccer.html' title='Playing Soccer'/><author><name>tlrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652149556944915141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SwsvrByMeQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/X8Bi6AlLf48/S220/206.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/Se_H9rBn8QI/AAAAAAAAAC4/uJ6SZAgW-hg/s72-c/Picture+546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569789822641768390.post-5544576082625866790</id><published>2009-04-11T13:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T13:48:58.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Egg Hunt</title><content type='html'>This morning we went to the Easter Egg Hunt at RockChurch.  The boys had a good time, and came home with plenty of candy!  And it was finally warm today!  Hopefully, spring is here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SeDknWw1uGI/AAAAAAAAACY/K3Hxa_-jaX8/s1600-h/Picture+522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SeDknWw1uGI/AAAAAAAAACY/K3Hxa_-jaX8/s320/Picture+522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323506124328384610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Riley only found these 7 eggs, but was so excited about it!  He would find one and dust off all of the grass and dirt, look at it for a minute, then put it in his bucket.  He had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SeDlEkx_nlI/AAAAAAAAACg/mvVajNa8AG0/s1600-h/Picture+526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SeDlEkx_nlI/AAAAAAAAACg/mvVajNa8AG0/s320/Picture+526.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323506626307530322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trae and Luke also had fun.  It was really a race to see who could get to the eggs the fastest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SeDleT3psNI/AAAAAAAAACo/OJFiyenzbLg/s1600-h/Picture+528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SeDleT3psNI/AAAAAAAAACo/OJFiyenzbLg/s320/Picture+528.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323507068444455122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's so hard to get all three of them to look at the same time!  Notice the difference in the amount of eggs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SeDl1RwH7oI/AAAAAAAAACw/Zc_LhezuoiE/s1600-h/Picture+521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SeDl1RwH7oI/AAAAAAAAACw/Zc_LhezuoiE/s320/Picture+521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323507463013002882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Riley's favorite thing to do with his bucket - he thought he looked like Darth Vador from Star Wars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569789822641768390-5544576082625866790?l=patroff5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/feeds/5544576082625866790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569789822641768390&amp;postID=5544576082625866790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/5544576082625866790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/5544576082625866790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-egg-hunt.html' title='Easter Egg Hunt'/><author><name>tlrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652149556944915141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SwsvrByMeQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/X8Bi6AlLf48/S220/206.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SeDknWw1uGI/AAAAAAAAACY/K3Hxa_-jaX8/s72-c/Picture+522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569789822641768390.post-5966911325869431175</id><published>2009-04-07T08:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:30:11.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a Wish Update</title><content type='html'>I know I've already told many people about the latest updates with Trae's wish, but it is our favorite subject in this house to talk about! So, for those who don't know what's going on, here's the latest:&lt;br /&gt;Trae's official wish was to go to the beach and to swim with the dolphins.  We heard from our "wish granter" a few months ago, and she asked if she could send us to Orlando, FL where Trae (and Luke and I) will be swimming with dolphins at &lt;a href="http://discoverycove.com"&gt;Discovery Cove&lt;/a&gt;.  She later asked if we would also like to go to &lt;a href="http://seaworld.com/orlando"&gt;Sea World&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://universalstudios.com"&gt;Universal Studios&lt;/a&gt; while we are in Florida.  The answer is, of course, yes! &lt;br /&gt;Well, a few weeks ago, we finally heard from them again with the official dates for the trip, which is June 22-27.  We are flying out of Bloomington to Atlanta, then to Orlando, where we are staying.  We are getting a ride in a limo to and from the airport in Bloomington.  And basically everything else is being taken care of by them: new luggage, spending money, our itinerary, a car rental while we are there, food, hotel, EVERYTHING! &lt;br /&gt;Everytime I start thinking about the trip, I just feel so blessed - like we've won a prise or something.  But, I know this trip is really for Trae.  He is the one who deserves it.  He's gone through more in 7 1/2 years than I will ever go through!  I could never say thank you enough to &lt;a href="http://wish.org"&gt;Make-a-Wish&lt;/a&gt; for what they are doing for us.&lt;br /&gt;Only 9 more weeks! We are counting down!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569789822641768390-5966911325869431175?l=patroff5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/feeds/5966911325869431175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569789822641768390&amp;postID=5966911325869431175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/5966911325869431175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/5966911325869431175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/2009/04/make-wish-update.html' title='Make a Wish Update'/><author><name>tlrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652149556944915141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SwsvrByMeQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/X8Bi6AlLf48/S220/206.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569789822641768390.post-8269264024264802357</id><published>2009-04-05T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T19:51:23.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>It seems like so much, but yet so little has happened in the past few months to write about. I really have been waiting to write a new blog when something exciting happened, but, unfortunately, we are still waiting for that.&lt;br /&gt;Trae is doing great since his surgery! He is back in school and back in gym class. Besides the scar on his chest, you'd never know he had major surgery only 4 months ago! I am so thankful that we actually made it through those 8 long days in the PICU and that he is back to, or better, than his old self!&lt;br /&gt;As for Chad and I, we both still continue to look for work. God does keep providing for us every month to get through it. I have had a couple of interviews at St Francis but nothing has come yet. I really just keep reminding myself that God is not surprised by anything that happens in our lives, and that He does have a plan for us.&lt;br /&gt;I am actually thankful now that I am not graduating like I planned this May. I realized that with everything that went on last semester (the layoff, the surgery and everything that goes along with that) I was in no way ready to graduate! Again, God knows what he's doing!&lt;br /&gt;So, here's some pics of what's been going on the past few months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SdlPGsf5msI/AAAAAAAAABg/RIhrBTswThw/s1600-h/Picture+446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SdlPGsf5msI/AAAAAAAAABg/RIhrBTswThw/s320/Picture+446.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321371411157719746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luke turned 6 in January!  Here he is at his party with cousins Christian and Owen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SdlQIAW9nsI/AAAAAAAAABo/2Ct9ck929rs/s1600-h/Picture+479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SdlQIAW9nsI/AAAAAAAAABo/2Ct9ck929rs/s320/Picture+479.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321372533180440258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys love playing in the snow with daddy. Here they are in the backyard, trying to make a snowman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SdlQeWaNiGI/AAAAAAAAABw/9EYbUuOXlI0/s1600-h/Picture+508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SdlQeWaNiGI/AAAAAAAAABw/9EYbUuOXlI0/s320/Picture+508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321372917056768098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aida and Riley helping me make cookies one afternoon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SdlQ2N--HnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/BTvhu42Be28/s1600-h/Picture+465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SdlQ2N--HnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/BTvhu42Be28/s320/Picture+465.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321373327111888498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trae did a Martin Luther King Jr play in his class one day. This is him in front of his paragraph he wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SdlRJJrVm8I/AAAAAAAAACA/AEFACWc_FsM/s1600-h/Picture+470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SdlRJJrVm8I/AAAAAAAAACA/AEFACWc_FsM/s320/Picture+470.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321373652373314498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We definitely have 3 rockers in our house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SdlRcmCtkAI/AAAAAAAAACI/DspmaAIzt90/s1600-h/Picture+518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SdlRcmCtkAI/AAAAAAAAACI/DspmaAIzt90/s320/Picture+518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321373986405060610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Singing at RockChurch on Palm Sunday with their Sunday School class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569789822641768390-8269264024264802357?l=patroff5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/feeds/8269264024264802357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569789822641768390&amp;postID=8269264024264802357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/8269264024264802357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/8269264024264802357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>tlrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652149556944915141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SwsvrByMeQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/X8Bi6AlLf48/S220/206.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SdlPGsf5msI/AAAAAAAAABg/RIhrBTswThw/s72-c/Picture+446.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569789822641768390.post-1578670476145120726</id><published>2008-12-27T11:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T11:24:32.917-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nursing'/><title type='text'>Life Change</title><content type='html'>Yet another new phase in life is starting for me.  Not one that I wanted, or saw coming, but has come like a slap in the face.&lt;br /&gt;One day after Trae's surgery, I recieved some news via email, that I really never saw coming.  I hesitate to even write about it, because I feel so ashamed by it.  But, writing it is easier than telling people one at a time.  Basically, it comes down to this:  I am not going to graduate in May. &lt;br /&gt;I don't even really know how it happened.  Everything was going along fine until the end of my last rotation.  I guess the stress of Trae's surgery coming up and Chad being layed off from his job just got the best of me.  I finished the semester 1 point below passing.&lt;br /&gt;I have spent the last 2 weeks going from feeling crushed and like the last year and a half of my life was wasted, to feeling totally relieved.  Now, even as I write this, and everytime someone brings it up, I get teary, kicking myself for the one or 2 answers I should have changed on my final that would have saved me.  The truth is, I am devistated. &lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, there is a chance that I can still graduate in 2010.  If there is a spot, I can join the 2 year students in the fall and repeat my second year.  But I wont know if I have a spot in this class until July.  If there is no room, then I will have to start over, and take both years over again.  Until July, I plan on getting my CNA liscence and start working somewhere to keep up my nursing skills so I can be better prepared when I finally do graduate...someday.&lt;br /&gt;So, maybe God has His hand in all this, I don't know anymore.  Chad and I just have had so much crap come flying at us lately, I just wonder what will come next.  Who knows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569789822641768390-1578670476145120726?l=patroff5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/feeds/1578670476145120726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569789822641768390&amp;postID=1578670476145120726' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/1578670476145120726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/1578670476145120726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-change.html' title='Life Change'/><author><name>tlrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652149556944915141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SwsvrByMeQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/X8Bi6AlLf48/S220/206.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569789822641768390.post-8133663061690680700</id><published>2008-12-13T16:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T16:08:15.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SUQyAqNL8QI/AAAAAAAAABM/oso9Q2oSFFI/s1600-h/Picture+403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279399650096050434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SUQyAqNL8QI/AAAAAAAAABM/oso9Q2oSFFI/s320/Picture+403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first walk Trae took without crying the entire time! Progress!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SUQxsWDk4cI/AAAAAAAAABE/kAPYrjnsk7k/s1600-h/Picture+401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279399301089649090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SUQxsWDk4cI/AAAAAAAAABE/kAPYrjnsk7k/s320/Picture+401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A tired boy, sleeping on his new train pillow from Mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SUQxYqoMxNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UAXXgfetl1I/s1600-h/Picture+398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279398963014583506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SUQxYqoMxNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UAXXgfetl1I/s320/Picture+398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Trae with all his friends, including his new kitten, Peter, one day after the surgery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569789822641768390-8133663061690680700?l=patroff5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/feeds/8133663061690680700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569789822641768390&amp;postID=8133663061690680700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/8133663061690680700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/8133663061690680700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-hero.html' title='Our Hero'/><author><name>tlrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652149556944915141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SwsvrByMeQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/X8Bi6AlLf48/S220/206.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SUQyAqNL8QI/AAAAAAAAABM/oso9Q2oSFFI/s72-c/Picture+403.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569789822641768390.post-6260068503113303783</id><published>2008-12-13T11:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:34:25.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress Update</title><content type='html'>Just talked to the dr about what's going on with Trae.  Here's the story from what we understand:&lt;br /&gt;While Trae was in surgery, he didn't recieve any blood, which is unusual.  So, they have been watching his hemoglobin levels carefully, and in the past day, they have gone down.  Today it is around a 7, yesterday it was around 8. (A normal level is about 11-15).  The doctors have been debating whether or not to go ahead and give him a transfusion, but so far, he hasn't.  He also has some fluid around his right lung.  So, today they are going to give Trae some IV medication to get rid of the fluid and make him pee more, which should also help his hemoglobin level to come up a little bit.  He'll have more blood tests tomorrow, and if the level hasn't gone up yet, he will get a transfusion. &lt;br /&gt;So, if all goes well, Trae should be coming home on Monday.  Thank you to everyone for all your prayers.  Trae, himself, is a real trooper.  The only thing he hates around here is going for walks in the hallways.  I don't know why, but with every walk we take, he cries the entire time.  The other nurses and patients must think he's being tortured! :) &lt;br /&gt;Stay tooned for more updates, and a picture or 2!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569789822641768390-6260068503113303783?l=patroff5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/feeds/6260068503113303783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569789822641768390&amp;postID=6260068503113303783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/6260068503113303783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/6260068503113303783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/2008/12/progress-update.html' title='Progress Update'/><author><name>tlrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652149556944915141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SwsvrByMeQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/X8Bi6AlLf48/S220/206.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569789822641768390.post-6808611363468194058</id><published>2008-12-12T05:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:00:56.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Surgery</title><content type='html'>This morning marks 48 hours that we have been in the hospital.  Trae seems to be returning to his normal self-not sleeping well and constantly asking to go home, or asking for whoever isn't here at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;The surgery itself seemed to be successful, according to our surgeon, Dr Fortuna.  The goal basically was to remove the thickened tissue on his septum in the left ventricle and that would be able to help the mitral valve function like it was suppost to, with minimal leaking.  The doctor told us that before they closed his chest, they knew it was successful.&lt;br /&gt;Trae himself has been recovering well.  He took 4 walks down the hallways yesterday, crying through each one.  Every time someone told him how great he was doing, he told them, "No I'm not! Don't say that!"  That sounds like Trae! :)&lt;br /&gt;As far as Chad and I, we are surviving.  Chad has been fighting a terrible cold, so I told him to get some Nyquill and go home to sleep last night.  I know he needed sleep more than anything.  I escaped for about 2 hours yesterday to go home for a shower, but I've been sleeping in a rocking chair next to Trae's bed.  And since Trae isn't sleeping well, neither am I.  That's ok though.  I'll catch up on sleep when we go home.  I'm sure he will too.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm really doing ok here.  Being in nursing school has made me want to learn as much as I can while I'm here, so I keep bugging the nurses with questions about what they're doing.  I've only spent 2 days in the cardiac ICU, but never in the peds, so a lot of this stuff is new to me.  Part of me feels guilty, like I should forget about learning right now and focus on Trae, but the nursing side of me can't shake the questions!  There is still so much to learn!  I can't help it!&lt;br /&gt;More updates to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569789822641768390-6808611363468194058?l=patroff5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/feeds/6808611363468194058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569789822641768390&amp;postID=6808611363468194058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/6808611363468194058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/6808611363468194058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/2008/12/surgery.html' title='The Surgery'/><author><name>tlrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652149556944915141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SwsvrByMeQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/X8Bi6AlLf48/S220/206.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569789822641768390.post-6825318300562676093</id><published>2008-12-02T19:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:13:54.496-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Make-a-Wish</title><content type='html'>About 5 months ago, Chad and I took Trae and Riley to the hospital for dental surgery.  While we were there, we were approached by an employee, asking if we had ever been referred to the Make-a-Wish foundation.  We told her no, why would we have been?  Our kids are not terminal or have cancer or anything like that.  She told us that she volunteers for the Make-a-Wish foundation, and knows that any child with a congential heart defect qualifies to make a wish.  She asked us if we would mind if she got some information about the boys out of their charts and referred us.  We, of course, said we didn't mind!&lt;br /&gt;Well. that was in August, and we have been asking Trae what his wish would be.  His first wish was to ride on the treespade with Papa. (Big suprise!)  But, after looking through some of the papers that were given to us, one picture caught his eye.  A picture of a little girl swimming with dolphins.  He immediately got excited and said, "I want to do that!"  So, for 5 months now, he's been talking about going to the beach and swimming with dolphins.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, tonight we met with 3 ladies from the Make-a-Wish foundation about granting Trae and Riley a wish.  And, sure enough, Trae told them that he wished to go to the beach and swim with dolphins.  After they "interviewed" Trae, they asked us a ton of questions, told us they would buy us new luggage (since we've never been anywhere, we don't have much), and we would be picked up and taken to the airport in a limo! &lt;br /&gt;We are beyond excited!  I feel like one of those people on TV who win a fabulous trip and you wonder what they did to deserve that prize.  I don't know what I did to deserve this trip, but I am so so thankful for it!  I remember talking to Chad last summer, saying, "We need a vacation so badly" knowing that we couldn't afford anything right now.  God definately heard us and answered a prayer we didn't even know we were praying!&lt;br /&gt;So, right now, we don't know when exactly we are going.  It really depends on me and when I am taking my boards after graduation.  And we don't know where we're going yet.  Florida? Hawaii? California? Any suggestions for a good family resort? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569789822641768390-6825318300562676093?l=patroff5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/feeds/6825318300562676093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569789822641768390&amp;postID=6825318300562676093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/6825318300562676093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/6825318300562676093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/2008/12/make-wish.html' title='Make-a-Wish'/><author><name>tlrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652149556944915141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SwsvrByMeQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/X8Bi6AlLf48/S220/206.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569789822641768390.post-3436528323720938969</id><published>2008-11-28T21:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:01:52.064-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/STC-X4hkD1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/maBhLy30ruk/s1600-h/Picture+369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273924481170280274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/STC-X4hkD1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/maBhLy30ruk/s320/Picture+369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/STC-X5xYb2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/GhegAelm63s/s1600-h/Picture+375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273924481505062754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/STC-X5xYb2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/GhegAelm63s/s320/Picture+375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/STC-Xhuv6cI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UhkK5B9yQyI/s1600-h/Picture+372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273924475051567554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/STC-Xhuv6cI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UhkK5B9yQyI/s320/Picture+372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend, I experienced something that I haven't felt in a very long time. I can't even remember the last time that I felt this. I was relaxed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chad and I and the boys went to visit my grandma for Thanksgiving this year in Iowa. I hadn't been able to visit her since Christmas last year, and Chad hadn't been there since Thanksgiving 2 years ago, so we figured it was time. We also knew that with Trae's surgery coming up, we weren't going to be able to visit her for Christmas this year. The boys had been counting down the days for the past month, very excited to take a trip to see Grandma. The trip, of course, started out stressful. (Don't all family trips?) I woke up with a cold the morning we were suppost to leave, Cera (the dog) had her puppies early, so now we weren't quite sure what to do with them, and of course, there was the usual cleaning and laundry that needed to be done before we left, we still needed an oil change in the van. And with all that, we got on the road only about 2 hours later than when we wanted to leave!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't expect it to be that exciting of a trip, honestly. Just 2 nights away, see some family, catch up with grandma and come home. But after eating our Thanksgiving dinner, sitting with Chad while he watched football, I realized something. At that moment, I was relaxed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past...year or more, I have felt like I have been running a marathon. Being in nursing school while taking care of my family has been harder for me than I ever could have thought! I constantly have lists running through my head of what needs to be done today, who do I need to call, what needs to be turned in for school, what is coming up, what do we need at the store, do I have anything to make for supper. And with everything we have been through with Chad's job, I find myself thinking, "God, can we ever catch a break?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I don't know about catching a break, but I did get a small breather this weekend. It was so nice to just be away from everything. Just for 2 days, to not have to worry about anything. No school, no doctors appointments, no job, just us. So, this year, I think I am thankful for the little breathers God gives us. When I think I can't take anymore, and pray, "God, please, I need a break!" He heard me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569789822641768390-3436528323720938969?l=patroff5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/feeds/3436528323720938969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569789822641768390&amp;postID=3436528323720938969' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/3436528323720938969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/3436528323720938969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>tlrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652149556944915141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SwsvrByMeQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/X8Bi6AlLf48/S220/206.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/STC-X4hkD1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/maBhLy30ruk/s72-c/Picture+369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569789822641768390.post-4445672047842829668</id><published>2008-10-17T13:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:28:14.245-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surgery'/><title type='text'>Update on Life</title><content type='html'>Many of you may already know this, but we have finally scheduled open heart surgery for Trae.  We will be going in on December 10th, and we are told that he will be there anywhere from 3-5 days.  That seems a little short to me for having major surgery, but we'll see how things go.  The surgery itself will take about 4-5 hours.  Basically what they are going to do is remove the part of the muscle that has thickened, and they are hoping that that will correct the other problems that go along with this diagnosis, such as his mitral vavle leaking. &lt;br /&gt;I have tried to talk to Trae about what is going on, and what is going to happen, but I'm not sure he understands.  At this point, he seems to be more curious about his medication, and why he has to take it and not Luke.  (Luke keeps telling me that his heart is beating too hard, and he needs some too!)  I knew that day would come, when I would have to explain what is wrong and why he has to take medicine every day.  When I imagined being a parent, this was one thing that I did not imagine.  I think before I really sit down and tell him what is really going to happen, I'll wait until the surgery date is closer.  I don't want to freak him out when we still have 2 months to wait....I just can't believe this is actually happening. &lt;br /&gt;So, for me, my goal right now is to just finish the semester.  I already talked to my instructor about taking my final early.  I am actually going through my cardiac rotation while dealing with the cardiologist and surgeon, so it has been very overwhelming.  The day after Trae got an echo and I talked with his cardiologist about surgery, I actually had to walk out of class.  I was sitting there, almost in tears, and I just knew I could not handle listening to a 3 hour lecture about heart failure that day!  So, I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;My second goal is to get all my Christmas shopping done before the surgery.  But we'll see if that one actually happens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569789822641768390-4445672047842829668?l=patroff5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/feeds/4445672047842829668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569789822641768390&amp;postID=4445672047842829668' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/4445672047842829668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/4445672047842829668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/2008/10/update-on-life.html' title='Update on Life'/><author><name>tlrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652149556944915141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SwsvrByMeQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/X8Bi6AlLf48/S220/206.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569789822641768390.post-1050268623092074288</id><published>2008-08-08T09:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:36:34.861-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>Life at the Moment</title><content type='html'>Only about 10 days until school starts, and I already feel like my days are in a whirlwind!  It's actually only one week until school starts for Trae and Luke - they go for an hour next Friday.  But between now and then, there just seems to be an endless list of errands and appointments.  Books to buy for myself, school supplies to buy for them, and in the middle of everything, the dental surgery at St Francis for Trae and Riley.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't told many people that Riley is getting dental work done, mainly because I've felt embarressed by it.  I feel like it's my own fault that they both have cavities and have/are getting teeth pulled.  I've just never been able to understand why Luke has a wonderful set of teeth, and never has had a cavity, and Trae and Riley's are so bad.  They all eat the same food, they all brush their teeth at the same time every day.  So, what's the deal?  Who knows?  Only God knows really.  I guess the only thing I can do is just keep making sure to brush, floss, and rinse their little mouths everyday and pray for God's protection and healing over their teeth.&lt;br /&gt;And if all this weren't enough to deal with, I am actually starting my last year of nursing school!!!  I truely can't believe that I have made it through the past year.  And I honestly don't know how I will make it through the next one, but I know I will somehow.  I have a crappy clinical schedule - mostly on second shift for the first 2/3 of the semester. (Either 1-9pm or 1-10pm)  It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have 3 kids to get up and get ready for school early the next morning.  But, I just have to trust that God knew what He was doing and know that it's not forever.  I'll make it, and I will graduate on May 16!!!&lt;br /&gt;These are my goals I've written down for the semester:&lt;br /&gt;1) No lower than a B (83%) on every test&lt;br /&gt;2) Finish RNRS 220 with a B or better&lt;br /&gt;3)Do my own thorough assessment of every patient assigned to me, no matter what the report may say&lt;br /&gt;4) Do a better job of listening to my patients and anticipating their needs, even before they tell me what they need&lt;br /&gt;5) Take the initive - don't wait to be asked to do something or wait for someone else to do it&lt;br /&gt;6) Take advantage of every learning opportunity given to me, no matter how small it may be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's gonna be a great year! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569789822641768390-1050268623092074288?l=patroff5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/feeds/1050268623092074288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569789822641768390&amp;postID=1050268623092074288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/1050268623092074288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/1050268623092074288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-at-moment.html' title='Life at the Moment'/><author><name>tlrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652149556944915141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SwsvrByMeQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/X8Bi6AlLf48/S220/206.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569789822641768390.post-890657835886283835</id><published>2008-07-31T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:36:48.377-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>What the?!</title><content type='html'>Well, today I was having a pretty decent morning.  Only one spill during breakfast - not bad.  I was on my way to the basement, and stopped to let Sara (the dog) outside to do her buisness, when I something caught my eye.  Scattered all over the driveway was about 100 little matchbox cars, Thomas trains, and Lincoln logs!  Little did I know that while the boys were "playing" up in their room earlier, they had opened a window and decided to start tossing their toys out! &lt;br /&gt;Honestly, where do they come up with these ideas?!  Luke's excuse to me was that there was a bug in the window, so they HAD to open it!  And if the window is already open, why &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; start throwing things?  So, needless to say, we all (Riley included) went outside and I sat while they picked up everything.  Then we came inside and they got to stare at the wall while I enjoyed the silence.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, those boys still just shock me.  I would love to know what goes on inside those little minds of theirs.  And how do you punish them for something like that?  How can I possibly get across to them the concept of having respect for their things?  Let along, my things too.  You really don't realize what a hard job it is to be a parent until you are one.  Until you are the one having to come up with a punishment off the top of your head, but still trying not to act on your anger!&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thankful that the van wasn't parked directly below their window, like it usually is, otherwise we may have been replacing a window or 2!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569789822641768390-890657835886283835?l=patroff5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/feeds/890657835886283835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569789822641768390&amp;postID=890657835886283835' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/890657835886283835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/890657835886283835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/2008/07/what.html' title='What the?!'/><author><name>tlrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652149556944915141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SwsvrByMeQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/X8Bi6AlLf48/S220/206.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569789822641768390.post-8100344108324353889</id><published>2008-06-25T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T08:50:37.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7 already!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SGTvdbV8_fI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OXpmKiQReBA/s1600-h/Pictures+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216557557236956658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SGTvdbV8_fI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OXpmKiQReBA/s320/Pictures+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My baby is 7 years old now.  Is that even possible?!  Chad and I have always believed that God must have a huge plan for this boy.  With everything he has already gone through, I have always believed that satan must be trying to get this little guy down, so God must have something huge in store for him.  And I still believe that with all my heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRAE!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569789822641768390-8100344108324353889?l=patroff5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/feeds/8100344108324353889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569789822641768390&amp;postID=8100344108324353889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/8100344108324353889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/8100344108324353889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/2008/06/7-already.html' title='7 already!'/><author><name>tlrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652149556944915141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SwsvrByMeQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/X8Bi6AlLf48/S220/206.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SGTvdbV8_fI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OXpmKiQReBA/s72-c/Pictures+119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569789822641768390.post-1072189026115432713</id><published>2008-06-20T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:21:45.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SFxztcvwS5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0KViaEkmELs/s1600-h/Carrie+and+Riley+sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214169693235989394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SFxztcvwS5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0KViaEkmELs/s320/Carrie+and+Riley+sleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the day of Riley's surgery for his hydrocele hernia. It was just a quick, out-patient procedure, but it still ended up being a long day. It started at 4:45 when Riley woke up wanting his bottle. Of course, he wasn't allowed to have anything to eat or drink this morning, so we couldn't give him his bottle (of water). We were at the hospital by 6:30, and they were wheeling him into the OR by 8. It only took an hour and we ended up being able to leave by 11. Not too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized something when I was sitting in the post-op room holding Riley. I realized that I have sat in that room, watching my boys wake up from anesthesia 8 times. Today was number 8. Trae has had 6 surgeries and this is Riley's #2. In August will be #9 and 10 with Trae and Riley's dental surgeries and Trae's heart surgery will be #11. Wow. So, today I have just been wondering why. A lot of parent's will never have to sit in that room waiting for their child to wake up. Why did God choose me? Why did He think that I would be strong enough? Don't get me wrong, I think I am strong enough. I really was fine today - I wasn't crying or anything like that. I just wonder what makes me so special that God would give me the job of being a mother to these precious boys, and what made him know that I would be able to handle everything they have had to go through. I really don't know. But it is a job that I will gladly take on. I don't &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; seeing them being wheeled into surgery. It's actually a horrible feeling, putting your child's life in the hands of strangers. But, I guess being a parent is knowing what is best for your kids, even if it will be uncomfortable for them for a while. Maybe sitting on the other side of the hospital bed will help me to be a better nurse to my patients and their families.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, if you're wondering what Trae's 6 surgeries are: Hernia's on both sides (age 17m and 5 yr), on his finger when the tip got cut off when it was shut in a door ( age 3), dental surgery (age 5), his adenoids removed and blood vessels cauterized in his nose to stop his weekly nose bleeds (both age 6). Quite a lot for a little boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569789822641768390-1072189026115432713?l=patroff5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/feeds/1072189026115432713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569789822641768390&amp;postID=1072189026115432713' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/1072189026115432713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/1072189026115432713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/2008/06/surgery.html' title='Surgery'/><author><name>tlrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652149556944915141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SwsvrByMeQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/X8Bi6AlLf48/S220/206.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SFxztcvwS5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0KViaEkmELs/s72-c/Carrie+and+Riley+sleeping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569789822641768390.post-3297482657561624064</id><published>2008-06-09T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:23:07.827-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nursing'/><title type='text'>Crazy Weekend</title><content type='html'>Last weekend started on Friday about 1 in the afternoon, when I got a phone call from Chad.  He told me he was having chest pain pretty badly, and was going in to Proctor First Care.&lt;br /&gt;"Um, no you're not!  Go to the ER!" (me)&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure I should?" (Chad)&lt;br /&gt;"YES!  If you go to Proctor, they will just send you to the ER anyway!" (me)&lt;br /&gt;So, after 2 sprays of nitro, he started feeling a lot better.  However, they did end up admitting him because of his extensive cardiac history and the fact that he was in a-fib. (Atrial Fibrillation)&lt;br /&gt;The cardiologist told us that he wanted us to stay for observation for 24 hours, and amazingly enough, we ended up being there exactly 24 hours!  After all his blood tests, and a stress echo came back fine, they let us go home.&lt;br /&gt;It really got me thinking about my nursing career, though.  For the past year, I have known that my cardiac rotation was coming up (this fall semester).  I really thought that it would be really hard for me to go through that rotation.  Because, of course, of the situations that 3 of the 4 men in my life face everyday.  I didn't think I even wanted to hear about it.  But, being by Chad's bedside, seeing the meds they put him on, the tests they ordered, and watching his heartrate and other vitals, it really became just the opposite for me.  I wanted to know everything I could learn about.  I went home and looked up all his meds, including IV meds, and figured out why he was on each one of them.  I read all I could about A-fib and angina (chest pain) in my nursing books. &lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, I'm not 100% on this yet, but I think I want to be a cardiac nurse.  I would love to be able to go to Trae and Riley's appointments and talk to the doctor in a way that Chad has no idea what we are talking about! :)  That doesn't change the fact that I am still scared to death and completely thankful that I still have a year left of someone constantly looking over my shoulder.  But, now when people ask me what I want to do with my nursing education, I have an answer for them!  Yaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569789822641768390-3297482657561624064?l=patroff5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/feeds/3297482657561624064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569789822641768390&amp;postID=3297482657561624064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/3297482657561624064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/3297482657561624064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/2008/06/crazy-weekend.html' title='Crazy Weekend'/><author><name>tlrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652149556944915141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SwsvrByMeQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/X8Bi6AlLf48/S220/206.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569789822641768390.post-7435564372767712621</id><published>2008-06-06T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T10:49:16.020-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>Trae and Riley</title><content type='html'>Well, I started this blog page mainly to keep everyone informed about Trae and Riley and anything going on with them and their health.  So, here's the latest update on Trae and our latest doctor's apppointment.&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who might not know, Trae and Riley have the same heart condition.  It's called hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.  Basically, that means that the left ventricle of their hearts is too thick.  Their heart has to work harder to fill up and empty completely, and if the muscle were to get too thick, it could block blood flow.  They are both on the same medication (different doses, of course), a beta-blocker, to slow down their heart, so it doesn't have to work as hard.&lt;br /&gt;We've been going to the cardiologist since both of them were babies.  We usually go about every 6 months for an EKG and sometimes an Echo, sometimes a chest xray.  Riley's condition is fine right now.  The medication is helping, and everything looks fine.&lt;br /&gt;Last summer, however, after doing an echo on Trae, our physician told us that his condition had progressed quite a bit, and his heart was getting thicker.  After showing the echo to the other cardiologists and surgeons, they decided that surgery would be the best option for Trae right now.  It isn't urgent at this point, but it is something that needs to be fixed.  We decided to wait for a while - Trae and I were both starting school.  Well, it's been about a year now, and there hasn't been any change in his condition - for better or worse.  So, we have decided to go ahead with the surgery.  The problem now is that Trae has some dental work scheduled for Aug, and our doctor would like that to be moved up and done before having open heart surgery.  Having his mouth cleaned up would lower the risk for infection.  (He's having 2 cavities fixed in the hospital, because he refuses to sit and let them do it in the office)&lt;br /&gt;So...if we can get the dental surgery moved up, then we will be doing the heart surgery shortly after, hopefully by the end of July.  If not, then we will probably wait again so that he doesn't have to miss a lot of school.  Christmas break maybe.  We'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;As for Riley, he is having a minor surgery done on June 20th to repair a hernia.  We have been through this exact operation 3 times already.  Trae had this type of hernia (hydrocele inguinal hernia) on both sides, and Riley has already had this on his right side.  So, we're not too nervous, but we do want it to be done with. &lt;br /&gt;If I've confused anyone or any questions, just ask!  And thanks in advance for all your prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569789822641768390-7435564372767712621?l=patroff5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/feeds/7435564372767712621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569789822641768390&amp;postID=7435564372767712621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/7435564372767712621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/7435564372767712621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/2008/06/trae-and-riley.html' title='Trae and Riley'/><author><name>tlrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652149556944915141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SwsvrByMeQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/X8Bi6AlLf48/S220/206.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569789822641768390.post-1702877296600159260</id><published>2008-06-04T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T15:46:51.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First time</title><content type='html'>I have no idea if anyone will actually take the time to read this, or even find it!  But, since things in our lives seem to change in an instant, I though this might be an easier way to keep all of you informed.  I also thought it might be a good way to keep everyone informed about Trae and Riley and their health - any changes that come along.&lt;br /&gt;So, here's to happy blogging!  And if any of you actually take the time to read this, thank you! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569789822641768390-1702877296600159260?l=patroff5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/feeds/1702877296600159260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569789822641768390&amp;postID=1702877296600159260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/1702877296600159260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569789822641768390/posts/default/1702877296600159260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patroff5.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-time.html' title='First time'/><author><name>tlrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652149556944915141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__xr6HITa0JM/SwsvrByMeQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/X8Bi6AlLf48/S220/206.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
