K
I gotta tell ya, there are a bunch of people who are excited about you and want to see you home. On Sunday, a shower was given in your honor and I can say your Dad and I are overwhelmed by the love family and friends already have for you little man.
The room at the restaurant with the tables set. The center pieces are buckets of candy. That's right, buckets of candy. It gets better, the candy is all in reds, greens, and yellows just like the Ethiopian flag.
The table where the cake will go. The theme of the shower was candy. I am thinking there are some people out there who know me well. . . Here you can see the "jumbo" pieces of candy with different words on it in Amharic.
The centerpieces right where your Dad and I sat. A gum drop wreath. You can also see the bowl of chocolates. Your Dad was really excited over the Rolos.
The cake! In this picture you can't see the glitter-like sugar on different pieces of candy.
K, we are feeling so loved after this shower. Before the shower, your room looked like this. . .
This is what your room looked like after getting all of the gifts into it.
Joey somehow found a path to make sure he was in the middle. Right now he isn't too happy about loosing his room, big boxes going into it, new furniture, and the stuff filling the room. We keep telling him he is going to like the changes, I don't know if he believes us. I know you two will be BFFs, but Joey doesn't do well with change.
So the shower is done, which meant on Monday I went to the travel clinic and your Dad went on Tuesday. (Okay, so we kinda kept pushing this off, but it is done. Life is good.) I knew going into the appointment I was going to get my typhoid vaccine, since I had already done all of the hepatitis, DTap, and flu shots, but I wasn't prepared for the polio one. It wasn't bad, but I will say the typhoid one was. (Your Dad even talked about how bad it was.) However, ever since the appointment at odd times I keep thinking about Typhoid Mary. Yep. Typhoid Mary and this picture I am pretty sure was in my history textbook back in the day.
I will say I didn't learn a lot from the appointment. Not once was I told not to drink the water, don't eat fresh fruits/vegetables unless I had peeled it myself. I was expecting that, but it didn't happen. Instead, I was told my glucometer might not work in the elevation of Addis Ababa. Panic. (I was especially panicking since Dr. N and I have been talking and planning for this trip for almost 2 years. How could we not have thought/heard of this!?!?!?) The doctor said he had never heard of this, but it was in the CDC material and thought I would need to check this out. Yes, I would so need to check this out was my thought.
As I walked to the car I was scrolling through my contacts to bring up Dr. N's number. I called and felt a message on the nurse's line and knew it probably wouldn't be until Tuesday to hear back from him. So I called Grammie to get her working on it from her medical contacts end. To my surprise, I got a call at 8:20 pm from Dr. N's nurse letting me know he was out of town until the 30th, but she had left him a message to get back to me as soon as possible. (Good. The 30th, cutting it close was my thought, but okay, workable.) Grammie calls back as well to say her contact (Leslie, you rock.) went on to talk to her friends in Iowa City to learn at diabetic camp in Denver, the campers reduce their basal rates by 20% due to the elevation, but still a mystery about the glucometer.
I call the people at the glucometer company. The first person I talked to was very nice, but didn't know, so I was transferred to another person. This person was their "extreme sports" expert. I didn't know adopting was an "extreme sport," but I got put through to her due to mountain climbers. (Yes, there has been diabetic who have attempted Everest. Not sure how safe this is, since it is 29,029 feet high.) My glucometer and pump can only go up to 10,000 feet above sea level. Safe by 2,454 feet. I am good to go. I am so not panicking anymore, at least over that. However, I think it is safe to say I won't be climbing Everest, not that is was on the list of things to do. (Again, so not thinking it is a good idea since it is 19,029 feet above the glucometer working.)
Love,
Mom
I gotta tell ya, there are a bunch of people who are excited about you and want to see you home. On Sunday, a shower was given in your honor and I can say your Dad and I are overwhelmed by the love family and friends already have for you little man.
The room at the restaurant with the tables set. The center pieces are buckets of candy. That's right, buckets of candy. It gets better, the candy is all in reds, greens, and yellows just like the Ethiopian flag.
The table where the cake will go. The theme of the shower was candy. I am thinking there are some people out there who know me well. . . Here you can see the "jumbo" pieces of candy with different words on it in Amharic.
The centerpieces right where your Dad and I sat. A gum drop wreath. You can also see the bowl of chocolates. Your Dad was really excited over the Rolos.
The cake! In this picture you can't see the glitter-like sugar on different pieces of candy.
K, we are feeling so loved after this shower. Before the shower, your room looked like this. . .
This is what your room looked like after getting all of the gifts into it.
Joey somehow found a path to make sure he was in the middle. Right now he isn't too happy about loosing his room, big boxes going into it, new furniture, and the stuff filling the room. We keep telling him he is going to like the changes, I don't know if he believes us. I know you two will be BFFs, but Joey doesn't do well with change.
So the shower is done, which meant on Monday I went to the travel clinic and your Dad went on Tuesday. (Okay, so we kinda kept pushing this off, but it is done. Life is good.) I knew going into the appointment I was going to get my typhoid vaccine, since I had already done all of the hepatitis, DTap, and flu shots, but I wasn't prepared for the polio one. It wasn't bad, but I will say the typhoid one was. (Your Dad even talked about how bad it was.) However, ever since the appointment at odd times I keep thinking about Typhoid Mary. Yep. Typhoid Mary and this picture I am pretty sure was in my history textbook back in the day.
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I will say I didn't learn a lot from the appointment. Not once was I told not to drink the water, don't eat fresh fruits/vegetables unless I had peeled it myself. I was expecting that, but it didn't happen. Instead, I was told my glucometer might not work in the elevation of Addis Ababa. Panic. (I was especially panicking since Dr. N and I have been talking and planning for this trip for almost 2 years. How could we not have thought/heard of this!?!?!?) The doctor said he had never heard of this, but it was in the CDC material and thought I would need to check this out. Yes, I would so need to check this out was my thought.
As I walked to the car I was scrolling through my contacts to bring up Dr. N's number. I called and felt a message on the nurse's line and knew it probably wouldn't be until Tuesday to hear back from him. So I called Grammie to get her working on it from her medical contacts end. To my surprise, I got a call at 8:20 pm from Dr. N's nurse letting me know he was out of town until the 30th, but she had left him a message to get back to me as soon as possible. (Good. The 30th, cutting it close was my thought, but okay, workable.) Grammie calls back as well to say her contact (Leslie, you rock.) went on to talk to her friends in Iowa City to learn at diabetic camp in Denver, the campers reduce their basal rates by 20% due to the elevation, but still a mystery about the glucometer.
I call the people at the glucometer company. The first person I talked to was very nice, but didn't know, so I was transferred to another person. This person was their "extreme sports" expert. I didn't know adopting was an "extreme sport," but I got put through to her due to mountain climbers. (Yes, there has been diabetic who have attempted Everest. Not sure how safe this is, since it is 29,029 feet high.) My glucometer and pump can only go up to 10,000 feet above sea level. Safe by 2,454 feet. I am good to go. I am so not panicking anymore, at least over that. However, I think it is safe to say I won't be climbing Everest, not that is was on the list of things to do. (Again, so not thinking it is a good idea since it is 19,029 feet above the glucometer working.)
Love,
Mom
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