Month: August 2010

So Much More…

Things have been quiet around this here blog, not because of a lack of things happening, but exactly the opposite…

To make a looooooong story short(er), Angelica’s counts are low….like really REALLY LOW! This is good and bad.

It’s good because the meds are working the way they should, and Geil’s body is responding to the meds and it’s bad because she is at a much greater risk for infection right now.

The infection in her feet is still present and right now it’s bothering her. There is infection in the tissue surrounding the toenails but it’s not in the blood which is a good thing. Her feet are hurting and she does not really have enough “infection fighting cells” to get rid of the infection. This means that we need to go back onto antibiotics to try and back the infection down so that it stays in check.

We’d love prayer that her toenails would grow out quickly and not be ingrown anymore. That the infection in the tissue would be completely gone and that the new antibiotic that she’s on would not affect her stomach. We believe that it was the original antibiotic that caused the massive stomach pain, nausea, vomiting and the subsequent weight loss…..

I’m feeling quite nervous about putting her back onto oral antibiotics but the alternative is hospitalization and no one wants that for her….especially over toes.

We really need the whole issue with the toes to be resolved and the Dr believes it could be 2-3 months before her toenails grow out sufficiently to make this a non factor…..that’s not cool.

Aside from that, we are feeling a bit discouraged and feeling like we’ve been hit one too many times recently. We’ve had to fix our van, our washing machine is showing signs that it’s gonna bite the dust shortly, Jon lost his phone a few weeks ago, and on Sunday morning he put his computer on the roof of the van while he got something else ready, and then somehow managed to drive away with it still on the roof. Our minds have just been too full and overloaded with too many things. It stayed for the ride until the highway and then crashed at a 100 kilometers per hour. Needless to say, it did not survive the crash and he lost a HUGE project he was working on for his Programming Business.

He had some of the stuff on his laptop backed up but not everything and while nothing is irreplaceable….it’s gonna take time and energy, both of which are on short supply at this point. It also makes you feel a bit frustrated and stupid when you make mistakes or cause accidents like this….ones that could have been avoided or that you wouldn’t normally make but because you are trying to juggle so many different things……..

There is just so much more to deal with, to talk about to share, to go through, to do…..there is just so much more, and so we ask for your prayers for us all.

Feeling Ordinary

I had titled this post “Just Being Normal” and I changed it. I don’t feel normal. None of this feels normal and to be completely honest, I’ve never ever really felt “normal” in my whole life. Growing up, my family was fun, exciting, LARGE, unique, weird……anything BUT normal. I don’t even really like the word, and as you’ll see further on down this post….we’re still not “normal”.

My sister’s invited me to go and spend Tuesday with them, shopping. They were thinking about going to the stores out in White Rock, specifically the Children’s Place and H&M. I really needed to pick up some pants for Jeremy and Josiah. Those two have out grown and worn out every pant that they own. And yet, I really wasn’t sure if I had the energy to go.

I feel very similar to how I felt after Nathaniel died and then when we kept losing the babies. I felt like I’d been blasted with a shock wave and it affected me mentally – I couldn’t think properly; it affected me physically – I was so tired and even thinking about doing anything beside just getting through the day, exhausted me; and it affected me emotionally – I had very little emotional energy to spare on anyone or anything and on good days, even just breathing was hard. Then we’d go through the mental, physical and emotional roller coaster of getting pregnant only to be pounded again with another shock blast when the babies died. Each time we were “struck”, I felt weaker and weaker and less able to handle myself and to deal with my children and those around me.

Somehow I managed to scrape the energy and courage to try again and again, (The desire to have a baby was greater than the fear of getting hurt again.) but I was only surviving at that point. When we got pregnant with Siah, I felt so tense and on edge for the entire 9 months because I was just waiting for the next shock wave to come and rip through me. It took about 4 months after he was born for me to feel like I could breathe again, and even then, I was still nervous and on edge hoping that there wouldn’t be another shock wave.

Gradually, as time went by, I felt stronger and stronger. I could physically handle doing more things. Mentally I had more energy available and was able to process life at a faster, more “normal” rate. Emotionally, I felt stronger too. I didn’t feel 100% but I definitely felt WAY better than before where I was only barely existing from one moment to the next, and only barely doing the absolute minimum required to get us through the days…..mind you just about anything was an improvement from that.

Right now……I feel so much like I did back then and I hate it. I do believe that based on previous experience, that I will not feel like this forever, but this….the way I feel right now is brutal. I do feel like I’ve been blasted with a huge HUGE shock wave. I hate feeling like I have NOTHING in reserve – mentally, physically or emotionally. I feel like I start my day with 3 tokens worth of mental, physical and emotional energy and by 10:30am those tokens are gone. Between things like disinfecting the bathrooms or the railings, handles or light switches, or dealing with squabbling children or emotional children or watching my baby barfing up her entire breakfast that we just spent 2.5 hours coaxing and nagging her into eating because we are worried about the 15lbs that shes lost in the last 2-3 weeks, or trying to put together a plan for dinner let alone attempt to come up with a weeks worth of meals and then to be able to come up with a shopping list AND then to go shopping. That’s not even mentioning trying to “connect” with my husband or my kids, individually. I am either running on a deficit or things just don’t get done.

So when my sister’s asked me to go out shopping with them….all I could think about was that I had no energy to even pack to go for a day of shopping, let alone trying to “shop”, and be able to nurse the baby and walk all over the place…..it just seemed like a HUGE amount of effort and I wasn’t really sure if the effort required would be worth what I might get out of it….

I’d get to spend some time with my sisters and their babies. I’d get to hopefully score some pants for the boys and possibly on sale. I’d get to be away from my house and the cleaning and the children. I’d get to get away from the “cancer” for a moment. I’d get to step away from everything and just be a person with a baby, shopping for sales with her sisters. I’d get to be “normal”…..sort of.

It’s hard to walk away from something that is a part of you and weighs you down like you are wearing a lead jacket.

To be completely honest, the biggest draw for me was being able to get away from the house, the cleaning, the cooking and the children for a few hours….that might sound horrible, but aside from going to 4 exercise classes, I’ve not been away from “all of this” since June 16th…and I felt like I needed the break even at the expense of the physical, mental and emotional energy that I’d spend.

It was a great time with my sisters. I managed to pick up some clothes for the boys and I got a bit of a break from everything.

It was a bit of a crazy day.

This was how it started…..

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Yah, that’s my son in the middle screaming. He kept that up most of the way from Langley to Coquitlam and then to White Rock. There are funny story about that but for another time….

You’d never guess from this picture, but Zach spent a good part of the trip screaming his head off.

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This was a brief moment of peace and quiet.

This little darling was the best behaved out of the three boys, but then, Jack’s also the oldest of the three boys, so what would you expect…

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There were moments on the van ride that Judah was quiet…..Here is one of those moments…it only lasted about as long as it took to take this picture. He doesn’t like his car seat and really, he just LOVES to be held.

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We hit the stores and while we got no pictures of us shopping for clothes for the kids, we did manage to snag a few pictures of us at the Indigo Bookstore.

I tried to get a picture of myself, and the bathroom mirror seemed as good a place as any. I put Judah in my Moby Wrap because it keeps him snuggled and close but give me some hands free.

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As we were leaving the store there was a huge mirror and we were trying to get a picture of the 6 of us….

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Someone offered to take a picture for us….

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We continued on outside and we wanted to get a few more shots in case those ones didn’t turn out..

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This is what happens when you try to take a group shot….by yourselves!

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Hmmmm! Head cut off and crazy eyes….nice!

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Aaaaaaargh! If only Jack were looking….

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Zach figured it might help if he held his mommy’s face in the direction of the camera….

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Apparently I needed a little help from Zach, too!

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The boys were mesmerized by the toy that we were shaking to try and capture their attention.

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At this point, Judah woke up and started screaming……..this is the last photo we took.

All in all, it was a good day. I imagined that the three of us sisters with shaved heads must have looked odd and we did have someone come up to us and ask if we were Buddhists. I thought that was pretty funny. My hope is that maybe if I stretch myself that I’ll be able to get my energy back sooner as opposed to later.

Regardless, I got a break and got some shopping out of the way. At least that’s a step in the right direction….

…..and so we carry on….

Well, we took Geli into a BC Biomedical Lab to get her blood work done today. The results from the panel done today determine whether she waits a week to start the second half of this stage of chemo or whether she moves forward as planned.

I’m not really certain which one I’m rooting for more. Am I hoping that the results are great so that she can carry on and hopefully we get to finish this journey sooner rather than later OOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRR……..am I hoping that her counts are just a little low so that she gets an extra week to “recover and rest” before we head back into it all.

Both options have their benefits and yet this all sucks.

Jon woke her up this morning to take her to the lab and she ended up “rushing a bit” and “pushing herself” and that resulted in her barfing up her meds….HER VERY EXPENSIVE MEDS that she just flushed down the toilet this morning. SUCKS! But, she did manage to get the meds into her system eventually and then they headed up to the lab.

Well, we got the phone call with her results and her counts look great. They are almost up to the low end of normal.

And so….we carry on.

I’m a bit concerned that she’s still barfing, and that she still sometimes feels “off” even while on a triple med cocktail. She is slowly eating more and so…and so…..and so we carry on.

This is such a crazy brutal journey. I had no idea what people who had/have cancer go through and I know that every journey is different and that each person responds to treatment differently, but this is brutal. To watch your child go through this process is horrible. I want to make this all go away for her and I can’t. She has to walk through this and we get to walk along side of her and pray for her to have the strength to carry on and then we carry her when she is too weak, but we keep on moving forward. One day this will all be a distant memory……

Calming Down

Well, things have seemed to calmed down a little, and we hope it stays this way.

A little back story….

When we went in to the hospital for a scheduled chemo appointment this past Monday, she was not really eating or drinking and had been barfing for about a week. There was nothing to indicate that anything was really “wrong” and so we went home.

Angelica’s temperatures had been up and down over the past week and she’d been feeling quite off; but they never quite made it up to 38F and never up to the 38.5F instant trip to the hospital….and they would typically climb down over night and we’d carry on the next day.

It’s been horrible to try to force her to drink and eat and we’ve not managed to keep enough drink in her to properly hydrate her and definitely not enough food in her either.

We called into the oncology clinic a few times and finally, on Thursday morning, made an appointment to come in on Friday morning to get hydrated, to check her blood levels and get topped up, if necessary, for the weekend.

She actually had a pretty good day on Thursday…she didn’t barf at all and managed to drink almost all of the required 2 liters of fluid. Then, just before bed, we took her temperature and it was at 38.1F so we waited half an hour and took it again….38F on the dot….so we called in to let them know and as per protocol…..Jon had to take her in.

It took a few minutes to get their bags together and just for fun…we took her temp one last time…it was down to 37.9F. That was a little frustrating because it’s possible that if we’d waited a few more minutes, we wouldn’t have had to drive in, but we had already called and they were expecting us.

Jon took her in and to make a long story short…she was fine – you know, beside the barfing and not drinking.

They sent her home and said that she could keep her 10am appointment on Friday morning.

By the time they got home, it was almost 2am and she’d not had enough food in her tummy and she started barfing…and barfing and barfing….but of course with an empty stomach…well, it was not pretty.

She finally got to sleep but woke up at 7am and it started all over again.

When they got into the clinic on Friday morning, she was still barfing and they finally came up with a cocktail of enough drugs to calm her system down. They pumped a ton of fluid into her, but surprisingly, we’d been able to hydrate her enough that she was not severely dehydrated, as I’d wondered about.

There has been some talk of tube feeding her, but at this point, they are even concerned about that because if she’s vomiting…then she would most likely just vomit that up as well……

Her levels were all good and in the end, they believe that the vomiting is one of two things….either it’s a reaction to one of the chemo drugs or it’s as a result of being on an oral antibiotic for almost a month.

We are hoping that her stomach has just revolted to being on a month of oral antibiotics and that now that they’ve been discontinued, that her stomach will settle down and stop producing massive amounts of acid and that she’ll be able to start eating and drinking without pain or problem….

If it is a reaction to the one chemo drug, that would suck terribly as she is supposed to start that particular drug again on Tuesday.

So, we are seriously praying that it’s the antibiotics and not the chemo drug….

She is starting to eat some and drink some, but we need her to be able to eat and drink normally so that she can be healthy and strong enough to endure this journey.

We have a blood test on Monday to see how she’s doing and depending on the results of that, she is scheduled to start the second half of this stage on Tuesday.

We are believing for a good weekend and some quieter, calmer, healthier moments.

Silence Filled With Thankfulness

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I’m sitting here in the silence of my home. The baby is squirming in his sleep and Angelica is sleeping on the couch across the room from me.

My sister, Michelle, took Xandra camping. My sister, Debbie, took Jeremy camping, and my parents took Siah camping. Yes, they are all camping together. It’s hard being here and not with them…but it is what it is and it’s not forever….again, this is just a season and we will go camping again, hopefully next year!

I should be doing laundry and cleaning the bathrooms and vacuuming the upstairs hall and bedrooms, and cleaning the boys room and tidying the kitchen, but I’m not…..I’m just sitting.

Sometimes, you just have to sit and breathe….and I need to do that right now.

Often when I do slow down long enough to think about all of this, I’m struck by how blessed we have been. I think of how much love we’ve been shown by so many. It’s truly awe inspiring.

I’m so thankful to everyone who has helped us and given to us in any measure. We are so grateful to everyone who has in someway shared this “load” with us. There are times that we feel crushed (but not destroyed) under the weight of all of this and when we shift our focus off of how difficult this all is, it’s easier to see that there are so many standing around with us carrying a piece of this or even propping us up. Every meal, every gift card, every package, every gift, every comment, every prayer, every e-mail or Facebook message, every donation, every little thing no matter how big or how small, has truly impacted us.

You are all so kind, thoughtful and generous. Your love comes from near and far and wraps around us and helps to carry us through….and in the silence of today…..I think about you all and I’m so thankful.

One Move At A Time

Angelica is an AMAZING Monopoly player. If you have any doubts, you should challenge her to a game and unless you have some serious mad skills…..she will whoop your butt. She routinely wins around here and really it shouldn’t even be considered winning as it’s more like “slaughtering” whoever she is playing against.

We’re playing a little too much Monopoly this summer….and I’m not the hugest fan of the game.

She’s been feeling pretty crappy and I’m cautiously optimistic that she’s turned/turning the corner and is slowly feeling better.

Her temperature’s have been just on the border of heading in the wrong direction and that in and of itself is a HUGE stressor on Jon and I.

We end up wondering if it’s the start of an infection or if it’s just a random high-ish temperature or if she’s fighting off something…..the what if’s are brutal.

We have been instructed to take her temperature in the morning when she wakes and in the evening before bed. So we take the evening temperature on Monday night and it reads in at a 37.6F. Her temps are normally around 36.6F and so this is a whole degree up. So we send her to bed, pack some bags (just in case a midnight run is necessary), pick up the house, throw on some laundry and try to tidy up any loose ends that we can, in case she ends up in the hospital.

Just before we go to bed, we re-do the temperature and it’s now up to 37.8F so it appears to be up…now what? which way is it headed, who knows? At this point, the baby wakes up and we’re up for an extra half an hour soothing him back to sleep. We set the alarm clock for 2 hours from now to check her again, to see which way her temps are going and just as we lay down, Josiah comes wandering into our room crying about something. At this point, you gotta just laugh…or cry and well, laughing seems like a good idea, no?

So, we get Siah back to sleep and just as we’re drifting off…..

The ALARM GOES OFF! Yah!

Go and check her temp and it’s down at 37.6F. Check it again in another 2 hours and it’s down to 37.4, in another 2 hours it’s at 37.2 and at this point it’s only a bit more until it’s time to wake up…..and so we wake up exhausted.

Factor in another 1 or 2 night time feeds and one more crying 3 year old and possibly a toilet trip or two and you pretty much have our nights right now. It’s exhausting just typing and re-reading it right now.

A couple of nights in a row like this and we’re feeling a bit run down, both emotionally and physically.

Again, it’s the not knowing that’s brutal…..

Geli’s also been feeling so crappy and we can’t pinpoint why? Could be the regular crappy effects from the chemo. It could be a virus. It could be the start of some infection and yet last week we ruled out infection, so unless something else new is starting….we’re not exactly sure WHY she’s continuing to barf and not eat and not drink.

Today has been a better day than yesterday and yesterday was better than the day before, but that’s not really saying much.

To explain that, she managed to keep down about 200mls of water yesterday. Everything else she barfed up….. She should be drinking about 2 Litres a day which is 2,000mls of water. She managed to keep down her lunch, the second time around and eat a decent dinner but it all came back up….then she ate a quarter of an apple.

I stress about how she can possibly heal and grow and get better when she’s not eating or drinking and then today she’s managed to drink 1 Litre so far and had a piece of toast, a hot dog (gross, but she wanted it) and some Chicken Veggie Soup. She’s working on her next 500mls (half a litre) and we’ve added some electrolytes to it hoping that will also help.

She is feeling better today…..and we’re left not knowing if she’s just a little more hydrated and if that’s making the difference or is it was viral and she’s slowly getting better or another possibility to throw into the mix is that she’s has WICKED amounts of stomach acid and she’s been put back on a prescription strength antacid and after almost 3 days on that…it’s starting to make a difference in the amount of pain that she’s been in (in her stomach – no heartburn, just pain in the pit of her stomach).

So……are we on the mend? We sure hope so because she’s scheduled to carry on with the second half of this current phase of treatment, next Tuesday…..if her counts are good. Which, as of Monday (two days ago) they were not. They were WAY DOWN and once again, she is at a serious risk for infection.

But, we continue to move forward, one step at a time and we trust we will get through this….it’s not easy and we’re really tired but we’re carrying on! And that’s really all we can do!

Rice Balls just for fun

Jon and Geli are at BC Children’s today. We have no idea if they’ll be coming home today or not. She is still vomiting and still has a headache. She is scheduled for a lumbar puncture and one dose of chemo and then……..ya, I have no clue.

She ate some yesterday, but she’s obviously not well. I really hate seeing her like she is. It’s pretty brutal.

Yesterday while Geli and Judah slept, I cooked.

I bought this recipe book on the advice of my naturopathic doctor and it’s probably one of my favorite recipe books ever.

The author, Cynthia Lair, has her own Amazon page where you can read blog posts and you can even subscribe to her You Tube Channel….where she hosts her cooking show – Cookus Interruptus.

We have found some of our all time family favorite meals and snacks from this book and yesterday, Josiah and I decided to try making the rice balls.

I know it sounds funny and honestly, its as simple as it sounds, but totally healthy and DELICIOUS. Even better, Siah had a ton of fun helping and then eating them.

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Here you can see what’s involved…

I prepared the sesame salt in advance by toasting sesame seeds and then grinding them with sea salt.

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I also steamed the rice which is a blend of brown and sweet rice and let it cool to room temperature.

That’s is the total of the ingredients involved. Rice, sesame seeds and sea salt. AWESOME!

One the rice was cooled to room temperature we started.

You need a bowl of water to keep your hands moist so that the rice won’t stick to them. You wet your hands and take a small ball sized amount of rice and roll and press it into a ball and then you roll it in the sesame salt…

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It’s pretty much that simple.

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They are ready to eat right away. Here Siah shows that you can dip them in soy sauce. We use Braggs Aminos. So SO delicious!

You can see by looking at his shirt that we really jump into cooking….like totally and completely….or maybe he just had a dirty shirt from lunch!

Mmmmmmm! They are so delicious.

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These would be fabulous for school lunches and they last for 5 days in a sealed container in the fridge.

We’ll definitely be making more of these in the future.

I’d totally recommend this recipe book to anyone. It has tons of delicious whole foods recipes and they are easy to prepare.

Lollipop

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Siah & Jude say “Hi”

Jon’s phone has that stupid feature where it guesses what word you are trying to type when you are texting. He was getting quite frustrated when they were in the hospital because it kept substituting words for him that he didn’t want or need. At one point, he was trying to type “lol” and he typed “lol” into the phone and pressed send…..it sent through “lollipop” and it made us laugh….it’s not really very funny, but at that point it was one of those “laugh or cry” scenarios and well….ya might as well laugh.

From that point on, “lollipop” meant “lol”…..

Angelica and Jon are home.

They came home last night around 6:00pm. Angelica is still not feeling one hundred percent and they could and would have kept her but she “sort of” wanted to come home. “Sort of” meaning that she really didn’t want to be in the hospital, but she really wasn’t feeling well enough to be making a choice either way.

They haven’t really been able to figure out what was wrong with her. They have ruled out a bacterial infection, and so at this point it could be viral or it could be something called the “Ara-C Syndrome”. Regardless, of everything, the headache is the WORST. On a scale of 1 to 10…she has pretty much had a constant headache in the 4-8 range for the past 6 days….it’s been bad enough that she’s been prescribed some morphine to be able to deal with it. But, the morphine TOTALLY drugs her right out. It’s equal parts sad and amusing. She hasn’t had any morphine since she came home AND she’s only barfed once…..both of these are massive, MASSIVE improvements over how’s she’s been feeling the past few days.

Her fever is gone. Her headache is typically around a 2-4 and now if she could just start eating and drinking a bit more….then I think that she could get a bit more energy……

She is headed back into Children’s tomorrow morning with an 8am appointment to have one more lumbar puncture and one dose of an IV chemo and then hopefully, we are praying that this next week is a quite AWESOME AMAZING WEEK.

Currently, most of her blood counts are doing really well, considering. They are not normal, but they are on the high end of low and if she was just feeling a bit better, then this could be a really great week for her (and us).

My one sister is taking Jeremy camping this week and my other sister has already taken Xandra camping. I’m hoping and praying that with just Geli, Siah and Judah that I’ll actually be able to get caught up on some things around the house.

There are too many things that have been missed or left undone or, worse, left to pile up and I feel like I can see that I “might get to the place” where I could see the light at the end of the tunnel….as far as my house “stuff” goes…..

Oh well, here’s hoping and praying for that quiet week…..

Admitted

Jon and Geli headed into Children’s this morning and once they got her there, they decided to admit her.

They are concerned about a bacterial infection and are starting antibiotics while they wait for her blood to culture.

We are looking at least overnight for sure but more likely 2 nights minimum and then based on what bacteria grows or doesn’t grow, the options could be….she comes home with viral infection or she stays for a week or so or possibly 2 weeks or longer.

So, basically, she goes in today and then we have no clue about when she’s coming home.

They drew her blood to culture on Tuesday morning and I believe that it takes about 3 days to be able to tell what we are dealing with.

They did start her on an IV antibiotic and she’s had a reaction to it and so they’ve had to discontinue this particular antibiotic, dose her with Benadryl to stop the reaction and they will start a new antibiotic soon.

It’s so hard to hear that there are issues and problems and to not be there with her. It’s not like I could do anything specific, but it’s hard to be away from her…….its all so freakin’ difficult and stressful.

I’ll continue to to post updates as I hear.

Prayers that she’d be healthy and strong and able to deal with and fight off any and all infections and to be able to deal with the chemo and it’s side effects are so greatly appreciated.

If the Shoe Fits……

When Siah was a baby, I found the most amazing baby products were available. I have no idea if they were available when the first three were little, but I was thrilled at what I found online in 2007/2008.

One thing that I determined to do with Siah was to buy better quality items, but only what we needed. For example, I had probably 5+ pairs of shoes for my little girls and at least that many again for Jeremy. I mean, I needed those cute runners and those fancy shoes and those other fancy shoes and the little sandals and the slip on comfy shoes…and it went on and on and on.

In total, even if I bought the shoes on sale, it still added up.

I remember looking online at a pair of $40 shoes that I was considering buying for Josiah and cringing…and yet, I’m positive that I spent more than that on all the different pairs of shoes for Geli or Xani or even Jeremy….And I’m not talking all together over the first year or two…., I’m talking at one time, if I had 4 pairs of shoes that I paid $10 each for. BAM! Same price!

But, the difference was that I was only planning on getting one pair….less crap to store, they were leather…..better quality, and they were supposed to be better for their developing feet…..soft soles.

I went ahead and bought the shoes for Siah and I’m thrilled I did. I believe that I’ve spent less to shoe Josiah than I had with any of the other kids and I’ve been thrilled with the quality, style, and functionality of the shoes and the contribution to the healthy development of Siah’s feet.

I do like the Robeez brands for both the soft shoes but also the Mini-Shoez and the 1st Stepz but……..no where near as much as I love Pediped Shoes.

I LOOOOOOOVE Pediped shoes. They are by FAR my favorite baby/toddler shoes.

Just recently, Josiah received some birthday money from my parents. I figured that seeing as he’d grown out of his last pair of Pedipeds over the summer that this would be the perfect time to get another pair for the fall/winter.

I went looking at their site and as usual, there are SO MANY cute shoes to choose from.

I went looking in the sale section and found this pair in a size 12 and this pair in a size 11 and figured that I could get both if I chipped in a little to what they had given and covered the shipping. I figure that both shoes should last us for a while especially seeing as his feet measure a size 10 perfectly.

I also liked these shoes, but not as much as the first two.

I placed my order and waited for the package to arrive.

It only took a few days and when I opened the box I was excited to see the two boxes indicating the shoes that I’d ordered.

When we opened the boxes is when we discovered a problem….

Now, I’ve ordered a few times from Pediped and never had any problems before. But, this time, there was a bit of a mix up. I received the brown pair in the correct size but the box that showed the black and red size 11 shoes actually had a size 9 of the blue and white runner that I’d liked but didn’t order.

I contacted pediped by e-mail and they responded right away, like within 15 minutes. I could keep the blue pair to give away or keep and they were sending me the correct pair right away.

So, I actually got 3 pairs of shoes for the price of two and even then….the price of two was pretty good as, it was on sale.

I LOVE Pediped and will continue to buy shoes from them. Amazing Shoes, Amazing Customer Service.

Check out their sale items…..great deals.

ps. I’m not getting comp’ed anything to promote this company. I just love them and wanted to make sure that other’s knew about them too. If you need or want to get some great kids shoes, then check them out.