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Should You Wake A Sleeping Baby To Eat

should you wake a sleeping baby to eat
    sleeping baby
  • n. Formerly, one of Marshall’s four personalities. You knew he was Sleeping Baby when 1. he stopped crying, 2. his arms and legs went completely limp, and 3. his parents breathed a sigh of relief. cf. Angry Baby, Happy Baby, Fussy Baby.
  • be awake, be alert, be there
  • aftermath: the consequences of an event (especially a catastrophic event); "the aftermath of war"; "in the wake of the accident no one knew how many had been injured"
  • Emerge or cause to emerge from a state of sleep; stop sleeping
  • Become alert to or aware of
  • Cause (something) to stir or come to life
  • Wake Island: an island in the western Pacific between Guam and Hawaii
  • Put (food) into the mouth and chew and swallow it
  • take in solid food; "She was eating a banana"; "What did you eat for dinner last night?"
  • Have (a meal)
  • Have a meal in a restaurant
  • eat a meal; take a meal; "We did not eat until 10 P.M. because there were so many phone calls"; "I didn't eat yet, so I gladly accept your invitation"
  • feed: take in food; used of animals only; "This dog doesn't eat certain kinds of meat"; "What do whales eat?"
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In Leah's Wake
In Leah's Wake
Winner of the CTRR, Reviewer Recommend Award
The Tyler family had the perfect life - until sixteen-year-old Leah decided she didn't want to be perfect anymore.

While her parents fight to save their daughter from destroying her brilliant future, Leah's younger sister, Justine, must cope with the damage her out-of-control sibling leaves in her wake.

Will this family survive? What happens when love just isn't enough?

Jodi Picoult fans will love this beautifully written and absorbing novel.

"In Leah's Wake is a beautifully written and absorbing novel."
--Margot Livesey, Award-winning author of Banishing Verona

"Sometimes sad, sometimes scary, always tender."
--Susan Straight, National Book Award Finalist, author Take One Candle Light a Room

"Thoughtful characterization and beautifully woven prose."
--Emlyn Chand, power blogger and freelance author

"In Leah's Wake is an irresistible read."
--Holly Robinson, author of The Gerbil Farmer's Daughter: A Memoir

"No one reading this can remain untouched or unmoved."
--Susan Roebuck, author of Perfect Score

"A book to read, share, then read again."
--Bri Clark, author of The Familial Witch

"A good book should have plenty to teach you about life. A very good book will have plenty to teach you about writing. This is one of those rare books that manages to do both."
--Haley Stokes, Senior Editor at Arch Editing

"Keeps the reader turning the pages..worth every second spent reading."
--Courtney Conant, author of The Blood Moon of Winter

"Although it is fiction, this book can be a great reference for parenting teenagers."
--Monica Madsen, A Mother's Touch Bookshelf

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Happy Tails: Billy
Happy Tails: Billy
Hi, After posting a good-bye to Billy on the Lollypop Farm wall on facebook, someone requested that I write a "Happy Tail" about Billy. It took some time, but I think I can do this now. I can start this story stating that I had a dog, Randi, from the time I was 6 years old until I was 23. We were never parted ... she even went to college with me (reasons why I never lived on campus). When she did die, at age 17, I was DEVASTATED and stated that I would never have another dog ever again. Seven years later, in September of 2003 I saw Billy at Lollypop West and knew that we should be together. I wasn't sure if it was the "This is all a mistake, and I don't know why I'm here" look on his face, or the way he leaned his entire body into my few fingers placed through the kennel, but I just knew I had to take him home. I had to check with my husband (who was sure I was nuts after I told him it was love at first sight) and my landlord (I was ready to move if he said, "no,") but it was all a "go," and Billy came home with me shortly thereafter. I remember him pulling me from car to car in the parking lot that day (we needed to work on those leash manners), looking up at me with each car as if to say, "Is this one yours? I'm ready to go home." Our first week at home was rough. I didn't know what toys he liked (I bought a bunch of stuff, just in case), and I was afraid of what he might do. His previous owners stated that he soiled the house and scratched at doors and windows. Luckily, all he did in the first week was eat a bar of Irish Spring soap (the resulting BM from this was not pleasant!), and pulverize a roll of toilet paper. (I later realized that he was just making confetti to celebrate his new home!) OK ... a few more anti-boredom toys were added, and a LOT more exercise. He never soiled the house or scratched at doors and windows. As I got to know Billy, I remember thinking how strange it was that he didn't know what toys were. I had to teach him to play ball (which became his ULTIMATE pastime) and how to use chewy toys. He had a stuffed animal frog which he loved and carried where ever he went. He slept with it at night, snuggled up under his head. We then started working on basic manners and socialization skills. He progressed quickly, and soon I realized what a "people dog" he was. He started going to work with me some days at the nursing home, and he loved everyone as much as they loved him. Even those who said they didn't like dogs liked him after they got to know him. From there he went on to earn his AKC Canine Good Citizen award and pass his Therapy Dog International test with no problem. Billy was a celebrity wherever he went: people would come out of their houses while we were walking to greet him; visitors, staff, as well as residents at the nursing home would seek him out daily, and fuss over what a good dog he was. After he retired, up to this day, people still ask for him and wonder how he is doing. Billy was just an amazing dog: so loving and so smart, so obedient. He loved me so much, and I loved him equally--maybe even more. He went every where with me: work, vacation, swimming, the barn, on trail rides (I've been riding horses since I was 6) and never left my side unless I told him to wait somewhere for me. Regardless of where I told him to wait, or how long he had to wait, he waited right there for me to come back, never moving an inch. He heeled so well, that he was always to the left side of me, with or without a leash. The only exception to this rule was after I had children--he would walk next to the baby in the stroller or walk with the one lagging behind the group, making sure that everyone was OK. He had a huge variety of tricks he would perform: shaking hands, rolling over, spinning around and around, playing dead, etc. ... and if you had a highly desirable treat in your hand, he may spontaneously start doing all of his tricks--one after another--hoping that one of them was the one he had to do to get that treat! What a ham!!! Things seemed to be going well until he had an incident (Easter morning) when he woke up howling and dragging his back legs. I had no idea what had happened, but I was so sure that I would be losing him that day. As I drove to Orchard Park Emergency vet clinic, I came to terms with the real possibility that I would have to drive home without him. By the time we got there, he was standing in the back seat, happy and wagging his tail again. X-rays showed that he had, at one time, broken two vertebrae and that he had some degree of deformity from that. The vet noticed some scars on the inside of his legs, and thought that maybe he had been hit by a car at some time in his life. I felt so bad for him, as I also remembered that his previous owners had left him to "roam free" when they were not home. The temporary paralysis was probably caused by him sleeping on a big
MVI 0928
MVI 0928
?????????????????????? "Thanks to everybody, I was able to get well. Thank you." Here comes a very long explanation of what happened to us, so bear with me and let me know if you have any questions: For an epidural, first a needle is put into the spine which goes through some ligaments and then into the epidural space, which is near the dura mater, the membrane surrounding the spinal cord. Then a catheter is sent through the needle to inject the medicine. While the needle is designed to bend the catheter upward so that it remains in the epidural space as it comes about 1cm out of the tip of the needle, sometimes the catheter just does whatever it wants to do and goes down, left, right, or even straight and ends up poking the dura mater. In this case, some of the cerebrospinal fluid (CSF) can leak out. When CSF leaks out of the spine, it causes low pressure in the spinal cord and the skull. The brain is normally "floating" in pressurized CSF, but the lack of pressure from the leaking CSF can cause the brain to sink down away from the top of the skull. The meninges, or the membranes surrounding the brain (and spinal cord), have nerve endings in them. When the brain sinks, it pulls on the meninges and causes a headache that usually goes away over a week or two. When Yuki left the hospital, she had this headache, so we knew that the epidural caused it and that it would take a while to heal. Everything was going well up until one week ago on Sunday night. Her headache, which had been getting better and better over the week and a half that she was out of the hospital, suddenly got really bad. All night on Sunday and all day on Monday, she was in bed and couldn't function from the pain. She started throwing up on Monday night, so I took her to the E.R. They first checked for meningitis, which involved extracting more of the CSF and causing an even lower pressure in the spinal cord/brain, surely not helping her condition. The results were negative, and they sent us home with vicodin and other medicine for the pain. We left the hospital at about 5am Tuesday morning and went home. At home, she started feeding our baby and then while I was passed out in our bed from lack of sleep, she decided to bring the baby to its crib in a different room. A loud thud noise woke me up, and I saw her standing against the wall with the baby still in her arms. I immediately jumped up, took the baby out of her arms, laid the baby on the floor, and then drug Yuki into our bed. Yuki was unconscious but still standing at first, and when I put her into the bed, she started throwing up again, then regained consciousness as I was putting the baby somewhere safe. We went back to the ER, where they determined that she was severely dehydrated and weak from all the vomiting that she had been doing. Basically no food or water was in her body. They sent us back home with instructions to do nothing but eat, rest, and sleep, and gave us some more medicine that would help us. Yuki was still throwing up all day long, so we ended up in the ER a third time that night to get a procedure done called a "blood patch" where they take blood from her arm and inject it into the epidural space in order to plug up the hole in her dura mater and prevent any further leaking of the spinal fluid. After that procedure was done, the ER doctor decided that we should do a C/T scan "just to rule out any other possibilities." I'm extremely glad that he decided to do the scan... The doctor looked at the scan and said that it seemed normal to him, so he sent us home again, allowing the blood patch some time to work its magic. Yuki should have healed up very quickly thanks to the blood patch. We left the hospital at about 4am on Wednesday morning and tried to get some rest. A phone call woke us up at about 8am that same morning. It was the neuro surgeon, who got the C/T scan from the ER doctor since the ER doctor was not a specialist in neurology. The neuro surgeon told us to come in immediately. Yuki's headaches were also getting worse again. The blood patch was only a very temporary fix. Apparently, the cause of Yuki's severe headaches was a subdural hematoma. The brain's pulling on the meninges had caused two of the layers to separate, leaving a space for lots of blood to accumulate. The blood had accumulated a great deal by Sunday night, when it finally put enough pressure on her brain to start the severe headaches. Yuki's condition was very bad now, so the neuro surgeon admitted her to the intensive care unit immediately when we arrived at the hospital. The treatment would be to watch her for a period of 24 hours and then do another C/T scan to track the progress of the blood collecting in her head. If it was getting better after 24 hours, she would simply stay in the hospital until the blood was naturally removed by the body. At 10:00 at night on Wednesday, 12 hours after being in the ICU, Yuki started acting strangely.

should you wake a sleeping baby to eat
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