Born to sing

Other than books, Enoch loves singing. He can memorize a lot of songs and sing them really well which always amazes me because I am so bad at that and often sing off tone. I think it's fare to say that he got this talent from his daddy :) I'm really proud of Enoch and hope he can keep loving to sing in the years to come.

Enoch singing Five Little Speckled Frog song

Enoch singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star







Enoch singing ABCs song

Enoch's Gif

I uploaded some photos to G+ and it randomly made me this Gif

Enoch loves my old Leonardo Ninja Turtle. He often carries it around the house. He thought he was brilliant when he discovered he could save himself some effort and put it in his backpack.

Boys outing on the metrorail

Sharon had a baby shower yesterday. Instead of gifts people brought frozen meals for us. The party was at a friend's house that lives near the medical center. They actually live right next to where I contract park in the morning, from where I then take the metro rail into the medical center. While Sharon was at the shower I took the kids out on the rail and around a big park just past the medical center.

Like all boys, Enoch and Michael love trains, so they thought it was the best thing ever to ride the metro rail. I don't get many chances to take the kids out by myself. In fact, I can't remember the last time we had a boys outing like this. It was great. Sharon has days like this all the time, but I don't.

Waiting for the train

They don't look like they're having fun, but trust me, they were

It was getting hot so we went inside a nearby building. Turned out to be the Natural History Museum. It looks really interesting, but we've never gone in the past because the kids have never been old enough. We just hung out in the lobby area and enjoyed the air conditioning. They had an amazing dinosaur that you can ride which the kids were pretty scared of.

On the way back we got off the train at Texas Children's Hopsital. It's the only place off the metrorail with a McDonalds, and I wanted to bribe them with ice cream to make sure they had good memories of their father and sons outing.

Playing with a pretty spectacular exhibit toy at Texas Children's Hospital

I had a blast with them. Lucky to have such wonderful, healthy children, with another on the way.

Gestational Diabetes and ER run

Life isn't fair sometimes. You feel like you are still young and strong, you exercise regularly but you can still get gestational diabetes. I know that genetics play a good role in it which you cant change but that's the unfair part of life. Some people have good genes, some people don't. Now go live with it.

I was asked a question at the Ben Taub high risk clinic yesterday during a four-hour long appointment: Were you ever treated for depression? I thought for a few seconds and said no. The few seconds I was thinking if I should tell them that even though sometimes I do feel sad and have mood swings but I didn't think I had depression and the situation was never bad enough to need treatment. I decided to not say anything. The nurse looked at me for a longer time than she should... And I knew why because I just had a crying fit in their office. The reason was pretty lame and annoying: I showed up at their office for my first appointment with them. Turned out there was no appointment made in their record. And since they don't open to public for making appointment calls, only the nurse from my old clinic could call to set it up for me. And that she screwed up. She plainly screwed up. I don't even know how she could screw up so badly and so no-brainly. I swear she's the worst nurse I've ever worked with. Anyway, I was left without appointment, if you know how hard it is to find babysitters these days when you are not close to family then you know how frustrated I was. And besides, we were in the ER the night before until 1am, I was tired (Michael had a choking episode but seems ok now). So I cried and cried. And then the nurses in the new clinic felt really bad for me so they decided to see if the doctor who claimed to not receive new patients would take me that day. Luckily they have a couple of patients who didn't show up and they let me in. But of course with first appointment, there are a lot of things to do and especially with transferring, there are always some medical records missing that needed to get faxed. I end up staying there for four hours.

So basically they told me I needed to poke my fingers four times a day. Need more ultrasounds. Need fatal monitoring where they hook up your belly like during labor for 20mins every two weeks. I need to go to GD patient education classes. Worst case, if uncontrollable, I'll need insulin. Nothing scary at all.  What stressed me most would be what to do with my kids. The clinic located in the hospital where there are a lot of sick people around and the clinic itself is super kids unfriendly. My old clinic offered child care for patients which was so luxury and now I seriously started to stress out. I'm sure we'll be fine but constantly asking for help isn't something I feel comfortable doing if you know me.

I've never thought I'd get gestational diabetes, period. It was a shock to me. Even though I'm still in doubt how serious this situation really is, but I'm willing to cooperate and make the best outcome for my baby. I started to eat salad every day, lots of veggies. Cut most of sugar out, less starch, replace white bread with whole wheat, white rice with brown. Exercise every day instead of three or four times a week. Eat small snacks instead of big lunch and dinner. I think I'm on a good track. And I'll leave the rest to the Lord.

Now talk a little about our ER run. It was the first ER run in my whole life. My life has been really good if I haven't hit ER for over four years of parent life. I'm usually more careful but somehow I wasn't thinking that day during our shopping trip. I let Michael eat cashews in the shopping cart. And Enoch made him upset so he started to cry. Then as I was checking out, I notice his face turning red and realized : OMG, he's choking!! It was a freaking episode we had in the store but Michael was able to talk and laugh and play after the scary few mins. Then we went home and I didn't think much about it. At dinner table I told Sam the story, and he told me that sometimes stuff could still stay in his lungs and cause problem. Then I realized that Michael has been coughing a lot since choked so I started to panic. In the late afternoon, Michael was coughing really bad and he has what's called "Stridor" once in a while. Eventually we decided to go to the ER to have him checked out. But of course he was getting better in the ER, and we got sent home at 1am because there weren't enough symptoms to push for the surgery. And after my doctor appointment yesterday, we took Michael to see his doctor to follow up. They didn't take his temperature which was annoying because we found out that he had a fever when we got home yesterday. I called the ER again but there's nothing they can do other than keep close watching of him. This morning he is fine again but still have "stridor" on and off. Sam said there might be really small cashew pieces in his left lung but maybe not serious. Hopefully it will get dissolved.

And let's hope we don't need to run to ER in the future. Remind myself not feed my kids nuts before age two!