Our next event on the birthday list turned out to be a bit different that we planned it. This past weekend we took the 100+ boxes of Girl Scout cookies that we sold to people in DFW and headed down the road. Both Grandma and Nana decided that since we were there, they wanted to have a small party for Miss Maggie, so the Saturday Plan was: However, what happened was:
Definitely not what I'd had in mind when I started my day.
It was very odd. Mom and I had just set the table, and I was throwing away the packaging from the paper goods, and my heart just started going very fast - like I'd just run up several flights of 
stairs. I sat down, but it didn't slow down, so Mom and Grandma had me lie down on the bed and they called my Aunt Mary (a RN.) They were on their way, and when they got there a few minutes later, it still hadn't slowed down, so Mary sent us on to the ER. When we got there it was still going pretty fast, and they called me in very quickly. It was zooming along at 148 beats per minute, so they hooked me up to an EKG machine, and took a bunch of blood, and a chest x-ray, but then it stopped as quickly as it started. All of my test came back normal, so they gave me a diagnosis of SVT and a beta-blocker to keep everything on an even keel, told me I wasn't going to die today, but that I needed to go see my regular doctor in a timely manner for follow up.
We headed back to GGma's, and Mimi met us there since I was in no shape to drive to Granbury, and we did cake and ice cream. The girls had a good time playing with their cousin Korbin, and didn't seem too concerned about my little episode. Maggie had come in when I was laying down and asked why I was lying down, and I told her that my heart was beating very fast and put her hand on my chest. She said, "Wow, that's fast," and skipped off to play.
After cake and ice cream we headed back to Nana and Granddaddy's house for our third and final party. I was a bit fatigued - after all, my heart had just run a 5K even if I hadn't, but Nana took care of everything and I took it easy. It was good for the girls to play with their old friends. We had a good time chatting with everyone. Here's our group:
That's Sammy, Miranda, Gracie, Olivia, Maggie and Elliot on the couch.
One of the cards Maggie got on a gift was one that played music - the "Once Upon A Dream" waltz from Sleeping Beauty. She kept opening it and dancing around the room, so I grabbed her and did a waltz, with her holding her dress in true princess fashion. Elliot wanted a turn with the princess, so I showed him how to put his hand on her waist, and they waltzed around the kitchen. It was too cute. When it was time to say good-bye though, and everyone was giving out hugs, Maggie dragged Elliot around the corner to give him his hug goodbye. I was peeking through the kitchen pass-through to see what this was about, and I asked her later why she needed to go to the other room. She said she wanted PRIVACY! I explained that she was not at the age where she would need privacy with a boy - that doesn't happen until you are 30 at least!!!
The next morning we got up and headed back to Oklahoma. When we got home I got a stern look, a "How dare you!" and an "I don't like it" from Jerry - as if I did it on purpose or liked it! I spent the entire day Monday calling doctors offices and finally found one that took new patients and was willing to see me quickly - this Thursday in fact. I'm telling you, this part of getting older is a real drag!
We did go to Maggie's well-child appointment today, where, when asked about eating nutritious food, Maggie told the doctor that "I like sugar!" and informed the doctor that she didn't brush her teeth last night. Yea. Once again, the position of mother of the year is up for grabs. She is officially 48 pounds and 49 inches tall.
Also on the medical front, my sister saw her doctor this morning and was in labor, so baby niece Simcik should be here any minute! Can't wait to meet her!
I was on the phone with my sister, saying good-bye when I saw Maggie dart through my peripheral vision. Nothing too unusual about that, but as I was hanging up, I heard her start shrieking hysterically from her bathroom. I high-tailed it in there, and she was holding up a Kleenex covered in blood from her mouth. I figured she must have hit her mouth on something and her loose tooth was bleeding - it happens, but no, the tooth was completely gone and Maggie was crying about Gracie's shoe hitting her in the mouth. We rinsed out her mouth and got a piece of gauze to press on her gum, and I headed into the office, where the incident occurred. Gracie looked up at me and said in a matter of fact way, "I said I was sorry!" And I said, "I'm sure you were - where's Maggie's tooth?" She looked at me like I was nuts and said, "In her mouth." I said, "No, you knocked it out - we need to look for it." Then Gracie started getting upset about hurting her sister. In between comforting her, I found the tooth and headed back to the bathroom, where Maggie was ready to admire her gap. I asked her if it hurt less when Gracie kicked her or when Daddy pulled the tooth, and she said it hurt less when Gracie kicked her - but she didn't seem to sure she wanted to use that as a method of future tooth extraction!
Well, yesterday when Maggie got home from school, her upper left central incisor was sticking out from her face at about a 45 degree angle. She looked a bit odd, and I was concerned that the tooth behind it was pushing it forward, so we decided that it was time to pull it. I got the floss wrapped around the base of the tooth with no problem, but I just couldn't do it - I couldn't get up the nerve to pull the floss, and hence, the tooth. 
The tooth was placed carefully under the pillow, and this morning, in its place were two whole dollars!!! What wealth! In my day, a tooth was worth a quarter - no more, no less. Ah, the good old days. Maggie is thrilled and can't wait to show off her new smile to her teacher. 
