oh my goodness… a moment to myself!  before midnight!  well, this doesn’t happen often… we’ve had a crazy week over here at the farrell’s (per the usual) and i have to tell you, i think we could use a vacation.  to the backyard everyone!  yeah, that’s about as far as we’re going to get this year i fear, but hey, it’s honestly been my one wish since the beginning of this ordeal… to just have the whole farrell four hanging out on a blanket in the backyard.  did i expect the temperature to be hovering close to the weather in the devil’s playground though? well no.  we’re sort of captive behind the air conditioners at this point due to the girls’ lungs… and to be honest, the air conditioning isn’t that great for them either, but it’s the lesser of two evils.  case in point:  we just got back a little while ago from (what was supposed to be) a lovely walk at a nice oceanside park in our town.  it has lovely, smooth paths and is directly on the ocean… and the parking is free.  even better!  so, we had this wonderful idea about 8:30a this morning as we figured we’d capitalize on the cooler morning and started to get packed up… oh how i wish for the days when we can say, ‘ok, let’s go,’ and we can do just that… we’ll all just jump in the car and off we’ll go.

but, of course, that’s not the case right now… which is fine… but it is a bit wearing (and i must admit i think more than twice before going out anywhere)… here was our routine…

8:00am  decide to go for a walk in the park… woo hoo!

8:05am something smells… who is that?  disarm possible explosive situation

8:15am situation neutralized… sort of… time for a quick tubby

8:20am looking for hme (also called a “nose”… it’s a little piece of complicated plastic that fits over mad’s trach and keeps her airway humidified… and also protects her airway some from tubby splashes as direct waves into her trachea isn’t such a great idea).  find hme in toybox with drool all over it.  lovely. 

8:25am mommy’s back is thrown out… dead lifting a 28 pound wriggling bundle of joy without getting any “explosion” on her takes a bit of work… and her back has just about had it.  daddy takes over tubby time and mommy continues to get our excursion underway

8:30am hmm… everyone should probably have their medicine before they go… draw up 5mL, 3.4mL, 1mL of various meds for madeline… draw up 4mL, 2mL, 1.4mL of various meds for molly… draw up flushes for both… grab inhaler for molly, finally get wrenched back onto floor with molly, realize i’ve forgotten the little connector to get the medicines from the syringes to the feeding tubes… attempt ill-fated gymnastic move to get myself up without hurting back and whack head on floor… nice!

8:35am molly gets her medicines and tries to escape at every turn… mommy decides it’s time for some fun “stationary” time in the exersaucer… not the best parenting option, but if you really knew ms. molly, then you would know that she pulled out her j-tube (an aside:  thank you to the childrens hospital interventional radiology team who had to come in specially on *july 4th* to put our darling molly’s tube back in… i’m not kidding) *and* tried to crawl out the front door within about an hour of each other last weekend.  she’s definitely our little houdini.

8:40am  tubby complete and madeline’s medicines administered.  a little cream here, a little tape there, a trach collar and sponge change and a j-tube sponge change and we’re good!  madeline gets floor privileges and commences tearing apart the pile of toys on the floor while molly looks on, pointing and yelling her special “baby” commands.  i’m not sure what they say to each other, but they’ve caught on to their own little thing in three weeks flat… we are so in for it

8:45am get feeding pumps ready.  both girls are tube fed and require the bag to be changed every morning.  gather the two different formulas, prime pumps, hook ‘em up… beep beep beep… “no flow in”  what does that mean?  reprime madeline’s pump… works fine now!

8:55am beep beep beep… “no flow out?”  what?  what does that mean?  consult manual… still don’t understand… reprime again… seems to work ok now… there is a reason they sent an instructional dvd for these things.  guess i should watch it again.

9am refill portable lquid oxygen tanks.  this scares the living bejeezus out of the whole family (as it sounds like a rocket taking off each time)

9:10am madeline to the car with her belongings:  portable oxygen tank, feeding pump, suction machine, emergency trach kit, extra oxygen tubing, speaking valve… and extra diapers, wipes and outfits for unexpected previously referenced explosions.

9:15am molly to the car:  portable oxygen tank, feeding pump, diaper bag… she’s the easy one!

9:20am wait, mommy’s still in her pajamas.  quick change.  decide pajama shirt will have to do as the laundry has been washed and folded but not put away since madeline came home (and mommy and daddy’s room could possible qualify for one of those a&e shows right now)

9:30am on the road

9:40am stop for much needed breakfast-ish sustenance for mommy and daddy

9:50am hear gagging in the backseat.  stop car and jump out.  molly (aka “the easy one”) is throwing up all over herself.  lovely.  look for napkins, find a diaper in the glove compartment (mommy has been a bit tired lately).  molly throws up all over daddy.

9:51am molly smiles.  daddy gags.  we decide to press on. 

9:55am arrival at park.  daddy runs to the bathroom to rinse off.  mommy assembles stroller.  realizes she can’t bend over to put the big, back wheels on so just stands there… (i can be such a help, i know)

10 am molly is changed into an extra madeline outfit, which is three sizes too big.  she is not modest, so does not care that it is clearly falling off.  she seems happy as a clam.

10:05am everyone, including all supplies, machines and monitors are now in the stroller… the stroller now weighs 2,309 lbs (or it feels like it anyway).

10:10am mommy and daddy realize as they start their walk that the temperature may have risen 30 degrees since they decided to go for this walk… two hours ago…

10:15am – 10:35am mommy complains about back… daddy sings ‘row, row your boat’ 50 times to keep the girls from biting each other’s toes… girls repeatedly takes hats off… mommy puts them back on… mommy is sweating… mommy is out of shape… daddy says ‘let’s go!’  the farrell four reach the last bend… molly looks at us and in ‘exorcist’ fashion throws up all over herself… nice.  daddy catches some in the palm of his hand… extra nice… the farrell four are collectively deciding that it is too hot… mommy complains, daddy sweats, madeline yells and molly vomits.

10:40am we’re back in the car on the way home. our air conditioning oasis on the hill beckons.

10:45am home.  thank goodness.

all is quiet now with everyone (except mommy) taking a much-needed nap.  hey, at least we got out of the house, right?