Wow, I never thought I would be back to blogging. Yesterday I thought I was dying.....a very slow and painful death at that. Thank goodness for doctors and drugs is all I will say.
When Meredith was 4 months old, I took a very unexpected trip to the ER in the middle of the night with kidney stones. As I peeked into my baby's crib I was certain that it would be the last time I saw her. I truly thought I was dying. It felt like my insides were being ripped out of me. It is a pain I cannot even begin to describe. My mom came over to watch Meredith and Josh whisked me to the ER. I remember standing at my front door crying because the 5 minute drive from her house to mine felt like it was taking an eternity. The 1o minute drive to the ER was even longer.
Once we were there everyone knew what is was immediately, including my husband. I was just too delirious from the pain to hear any of them and was sure I was on my death bed. No one could live through this type of pain and tell about it, I was wrong....I have gotten to do it twice now. Yes, it was a very treatable diagnosis that I was going to survive.....it was kidney stones. The rumor is true they are that painful, more painful than childbirth. I think I told off everyone in the ER that night and used some of the foulest language of my life. Then I got the drugs and life was better.
Fast forward three years later, that same stone was still there, trying to make it's way out. I am pretty sure you know where it comes out, and yes it is very painful. The stone in the past three years has also grown and was quite large, I saw it with my own eyes. In fact, it was so large, there was no way I was going to pass it, so I had to have it surgically removed.
I woke up last Thursday pretty sure I had a bladder infection or urinary tract infection. After a urine analysis, an x-ray and a CT scan, it was official I still had kidney stones. I scheduled a minor surgical procedure to have it removed the following morning. Let's just say that procedure wasn't as minor as I originally bargained on. However the pain meds were so good, I truly have no idea what happened that morning or how I got home. What I do know is that the recovery was more involved than my c-sections. No, I am not kidding.
Yesterday I went back in to see my urologist to have the lovely stent removed. You really should see what it looks like.....check it out here. I know amazing....and disgusting....and yes that was in me. So anyway the stent was removed and I thought I was headed to recovery. Well any other patient would be, but not me. My kidney started to spasm, which was some of the worst pain I have ever felt. In fact it was the same pain or pretty close to the pain I felt almost 3 years ago. Again I thought I was dying.
I called my husband sobbing on the way home from gymnastics, then I called my mom to meet me and help clean my house and pick up me and the tikes. Yes, at the very same time a realtor called to ask if they could do a second showing in two hours. If I didn't have this kind of luck, I wouldn't have any!
So my mom and dad rushed over to take care of the house and pick up me and kids. I cried the whole ride to their house and then I cried some more. At that point Josh gave me some meds and eventually my pained decreased. He then headed back to work and I took a nap with the tikes. After my nap the pain was back and I then began vomiting, which is very common with kidney stones. So Josh picked me up and left the tikes with Mimi and Poppa.
Thankfully my urologist and best friend's husband made a house call on his way home and gave me some pain meds and nausea meds and almost instantly I felt better. After a full night of sleep I am back to normal.
For the record......I hate kidney stones. I wouldn't wish them on my worst enemy.
However I still have another, larger stone in my other kidney. For this stone I will schedule lipotripsy and try to avoid having to have it surgically removed. Wish me luck and say some prayers.
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Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Sunday, June 27, 2010
There is a reason she was last and not first
Thursday night was rather eventful here. At 1am, we made the infamous call to my mom to please rush over to stay with the tikes so I could head to labor and delivery. Why? Not because of contractions or because my water broke, no, not that at all. That would have been a blessing. No, we headed to labor and delivery because I was most positive I was suffering from yet another kidney stone.
You know, now that I think about it, I don't even think I mentioned that at 16 weeks pregnant with the caboose I passed and caught a kidney stone WITHOUT pain medication. Oh yes I did internets, and I will tell you it was some kind of painful! I awoke that morning thinking I had the worse UTI known to man, so I headed to my ob's office where I did a urine analysis. Upon receiving those results my ob told me that he didn't think it was a UTI, but there was so much blood in my urine he was convinced it was another kidney stone and that I needed to head to my urologist and dear friend's husband's office. So on my way there I stopped in the restroom in my ob's office where I cried in pain as I passed a few fragments of a stone. I tried calling my husband and when I couldn't get him, I called my friend whose husband is my urologist and told her where I was and that I was dying and to call 911 to let them know that there was a pregnant lady in the waiting room bathroom who was going to die trying to get to the urology department. I can be very dramatic. She hung up with me to get help and thankfully my husband called back and came and got me otherwise I am sure I would have sent many a woman into early labor as they saw my corpse laying on the bathroom floor. When I got to urology, they gave me a cup to give another urine analysis and believe it or not, I caught the little fucker in the cup. I did, I swear. Do you know how hard it is to catch a kidney stone...or how very hard it is to pass them with pain meds. I'm not sure why I didn't tell you this story, but it happened. And for the record I'm telling it now, so that there will be no "Mom you are so making this up!" when Margot is 16 and giving me some sob story, it is now officially on record.
Anyway back to Thursday night, I had the right back-sided pain that normally accompanies a kidney stone, trouble using the potty and then just lots of pain. Of course the trouble using the potty came first, and with previous stones, it is normally in reverse. Back pain, then trouble with the potty, then the crying, kicking and screaming. But even though they weren't in the usual order, I still had all the symptoms. I knew there wasn't much anyone was going to do for me over the phone without a urine analysis, so after trying to wait it out, the pain became so intense and then contractions started, that I had Josh call labor and delivery and they instructed us to come on in.
We got there at 1:30am and the first thing I did was pee in a cup. They then came in and gave me an iv for fluid and iv pain meds. Thankfully those little meds worked immediately and like a charm. Every three to four hours they came back to give me a few more. I was delirious from pain and from the medicine so my memory is pretty fuzzy.
At 6:30am the ob on call from the night came in to ask if I was still in pain, which I was and to let me know that urology would be in to see me soon. Josh had heard somewhere around 5am that my urine was clear, he then texted our friend, my urologist, to let him know he would be consulted that morning and what was going on. At 7:30, my urologist came in to give me some of the best and worst news of the day. I'll start with the best, my urine was clear, no blood, which meant in all likelihood it was not a kidney stone. I was elated, because if there was no stone, that meant that the little sucker would not have to work itself out. The only way to know for sure was a CT scan which isn't very good for the caboose so I opted not to do one, he along with Josh agreed with that decision. The bad news was it was most likely the caboose's positioning that was causing the pain.
She is so low and sitting on my bladder, blocking me from being able to potty which in turn in causing my kidney lots and lots of discomfort. Yes, my caboose is now my very own kidney stone. Like I said, there is a reason she is my last born and not my first, because she would very well be my only.
Around 8:30am, the new ob taking over came in and she asked how I was doing. I filled her in on my urologist's theory of the pain. She then checked me and said without even getting to my cervix, she felt the baby's head, she was that low. She also agreed with his theory or diagnosis of the pain. The very bad part is there is absolutely nothing anyone can do for me, except prescribe me pain meds. Because, pain due to her positioning is not a reason to take a baby early by c-section. The on call ob wanted to keep me another night to monitor my pain, make sure I didn't go into early labor and also make sure no other kidney stone symptoms did appear, since we weren't a 100% sure. I agreed reluctantly, when I found out they wouldn't just get the caboose out of me and off my bladder I just wanted my bed and a good cry.
Josh then called my ob who was at home with the day off, after talking to him, and the fact that I had learned they were putting me on a clear liquid diet, I decided going home was the much better option. So at 11am, we headed home. Friday was touch and go, I took my pain meds every 4-6 hours as recommended and when I decided to wait until 7 hours it was miserable. That night was also rough, I awoke at 2:30am with that severe right sided back pain and could not get any urine out. The pain was unbearable and indescribable. I woke up my husband who gave me my pain meds, rubbed my back and comforted me and all my delusional thoughts. At 3am, I decided it was best to break down and cry about how I was failing the caboose as a mother before she was even here, because I couldn't withstand the pain. I was taking drugs, that although were deemed safe for her, I wasn't convinced was entirely true. I mean medication affects us all differently. Yes, I had a mini mental breakdown, but my husband was once again my rock and talked me off that ugly ledge I was standing on and made it all better.
Saturday I took it easy all day. Josh was Mr. Mom, he took the kids to a birthday party that morning, then swimming at my mom's that afternoon, he and my mom served them lunch and dinner while I lounged around. Then after dinner he decided to wear himself and the kids thoroughly out and took them for another swim. That night we all came home and tuckered right out. I got through the night with no pain and no breakdowns and I am proud to say I didn't take any pain meds today. Thankfully my little stone has eased off of my bladder some and though I am not completely comfortable, I am much better and able to make it without pain medication.
So yes, little caboose, there is a reason you are my last baby. Your pregnancy has been a whirlwind adventure. Between the morning sickness, they placental cysts, the kidney stone, the possible broken ankle, the fall that went with that ankle, the uti, the headaches, the pain at my previous c-sections scar and now the constant feeling of a bladder infection and kidney stone, I am counting my blessings that I only have 2 weeks and 1 day left of being pregnant with you. And by all means if you decide to go ahead and break my water and come a little early I WILL NOT hold that against you, but I'm betting you will stay in until July 13th even though you are physically trying to push yourself out now. I mean if you drop any lower without me going into labor or my water breaking, I will be walking around with your head hanging out and that would be just gross.
Love you my caboose....Oh how I love you!
You know, now that I think about it, I don't even think I mentioned that at 16 weeks pregnant with the caboose I passed and caught a kidney stone WITHOUT pain medication. Oh yes I did internets, and I will tell you it was some kind of painful! I awoke that morning thinking I had the worse UTI known to man, so I headed to my ob's office where I did a urine analysis. Upon receiving those results my ob told me that he didn't think it was a UTI, but there was so much blood in my urine he was convinced it was another kidney stone and that I needed to head to my urologist and dear friend's husband's office. So on my way there I stopped in the restroom in my ob's office where I cried in pain as I passed a few fragments of a stone. I tried calling my husband and when I couldn't get him, I called my friend whose husband is my urologist and told her where I was and that I was dying and to call 911 to let them know that there was a pregnant lady in the waiting room bathroom who was going to die trying to get to the urology department. I can be very dramatic. She hung up with me to get help and thankfully my husband called back and came and got me otherwise I am sure I would have sent many a woman into early labor as they saw my corpse laying on the bathroom floor. When I got to urology, they gave me a cup to give another urine analysis and believe it or not, I caught the little fucker in the cup. I did, I swear. Do you know how hard it is to catch a kidney stone...or how very hard it is to pass them with pain meds. I'm not sure why I didn't tell you this story, but it happened. And for the record I'm telling it now, so that there will be no "Mom you are so making this up!" when Margot is 16 and giving me some sob story, it is now officially on record.
Anyway back to Thursday night, I had the right back-sided pain that normally accompanies a kidney stone, trouble using the potty and then just lots of pain. Of course the trouble using the potty came first, and with previous stones, it is normally in reverse. Back pain, then trouble with the potty, then the crying, kicking and screaming. But even though they weren't in the usual order, I still had all the symptoms. I knew there wasn't much anyone was going to do for me over the phone without a urine analysis, so after trying to wait it out, the pain became so intense and then contractions started, that I had Josh call labor and delivery and they instructed us to come on in.
We got there at 1:30am and the first thing I did was pee in a cup. They then came in and gave me an iv for fluid and iv pain meds. Thankfully those little meds worked immediately and like a charm. Every three to four hours they came back to give me a few more. I was delirious from pain and from the medicine so my memory is pretty fuzzy.
At 6:30am the ob on call from the night came in to ask if I was still in pain, which I was and to let me know that urology would be in to see me soon. Josh had heard somewhere around 5am that my urine was clear, he then texted our friend, my urologist, to let him know he would be consulted that morning and what was going on. At 7:30, my urologist came in to give me some of the best and worst news of the day. I'll start with the best, my urine was clear, no blood, which meant in all likelihood it was not a kidney stone. I was elated, because if there was no stone, that meant that the little sucker would not have to work itself out. The only way to know for sure was a CT scan which isn't very good for the caboose so I opted not to do one, he along with Josh agreed with that decision. The bad news was it was most likely the caboose's positioning that was causing the pain.
She is so low and sitting on my bladder, blocking me from being able to potty which in turn in causing my kidney lots and lots of discomfort. Yes, my caboose is now my very own kidney stone. Like I said, there is a reason she is my last born and not my first, because she would very well be my only.
Around 8:30am, the new ob taking over came in and she asked how I was doing. I filled her in on my urologist's theory of the pain. She then checked me and said without even getting to my cervix, she felt the baby's head, she was that low. She also agreed with his theory or diagnosis of the pain. The very bad part is there is absolutely nothing anyone can do for me, except prescribe me pain meds. Because, pain due to her positioning is not a reason to take a baby early by c-section. The on call ob wanted to keep me another night to monitor my pain, make sure I didn't go into early labor and also make sure no other kidney stone symptoms did appear, since we weren't a 100% sure. I agreed reluctantly, when I found out they wouldn't just get the caboose out of me and off my bladder I just wanted my bed and a good cry.
Josh then called my ob who was at home with the day off, after talking to him, and the fact that I had learned they were putting me on a clear liquid diet, I decided going home was the much better option. So at 11am, we headed home. Friday was touch and go, I took my pain meds every 4-6 hours as recommended and when I decided to wait until 7 hours it was miserable. That night was also rough, I awoke at 2:30am with that severe right sided back pain and could not get any urine out. The pain was unbearable and indescribable. I woke up my husband who gave me my pain meds, rubbed my back and comforted me and all my delusional thoughts. At 3am, I decided it was best to break down and cry about how I was failing the caboose as a mother before she was even here, because I couldn't withstand the pain. I was taking drugs, that although were deemed safe for her, I wasn't convinced was entirely true. I mean medication affects us all differently. Yes, I had a mini mental breakdown, but my husband was once again my rock and talked me off that ugly ledge I was standing on and made it all better.
Saturday I took it easy all day. Josh was Mr. Mom, he took the kids to a birthday party that morning, then swimming at my mom's that afternoon, he and my mom served them lunch and dinner while I lounged around. Then after dinner he decided to wear himself and the kids thoroughly out and took them for another swim. That night we all came home and tuckered right out. I got through the night with no pain and no breakdowns and I am proud to say I didn't take any pain meds today. Thankfully my little stone has eased off of my bladder some and though I am not completely comfortable, I am much better and able to make it without pain medication.
So yes, little caboose, there is a reason you are my last baby. Your pregnancy has been a whirlwind adventure. Between the morning sickness, they placental cysts, the kidney stone, the possible broken ankle, the fall that went with that ankle, the uti, the headaches, the pain at my previous c-sections scar and now the constant feeling of a bladder infection and kidney stone, I am counting my blessings that I only have 2 weeks and 1 day left of being pregnant with you. And by all means if you decide to go ahead and break my water and come a little early I WILL NOT hold that against you, but I'm betting you will stay in until July 13th even though you are physically trying to push yourself out now. I mean if you drop any lower without me going into labor or my water breaking, I will be walking around with your head hanging out and that would be just gross.
Love you my caboose....Oh how I love you!
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Just can't get enough
Tomorrow I am headed back into the ambulatory surgery center to have another stent placed. Wish me luck and say some prayers. Kidney stones are just a bucket of fun!
In other news I haven't shown my house again this week, who wants to take bets on a showing tomorrow? Anyone....yes that is how my luck goes.
Today Noah decided to squeeze his body through the iron rails at the top of the stairs to let me know, baby gate or not....he could get through. As if I didn't have enough on my plate my little Houdini.
Meredith had a great day at school today, when I went to pick her up she didn't want to leave, that is one for the record books. She loves school, but she always loves coming home too.....well she used to.
Tomorrow Miss Carrie is coming to babysit while I have my very minor procedure. The kids will think it is such a treat.....they have no idea.....here's to hoping it is quick, easy and painless.
Also to my Pay it Forward people, I will email you guys as soon as all this kidney stone stuff is resolved. To everyone else thanks for the emails and prayers, I appreciate them. I also assure you I am not dying it just feels that way!
In other news I haven't shown my house again this week, who wants to take bets on a showing tomorrow? Anyone....yes that is how my luck goes.
Today Noah decided to squeeze his body through the iron rails at the top of the stairs to let me know, baby gate or not....he could get through. As if I didn't have enough on my plate my little Houdini.
Meredith had a great day at school today, when I went to pick her up she didn't want to leave, that is one for the record books. She loves school, but she always loves coming home too.....well she used to.
Tomorrow Miss Carrie is coming to babysit while I have my very minor procedure. The kids will think it is such a treat.....they have no idea.....here's to hoping it is quick, easy and painless.
Also to my Pay it Forward people, I will email you guys as soon as all this kidney stone stuff is resolved. To everyone else thanks for the emails and prayers, I appreciate them. I also assure you I am not dying it just feels that way!
Monday, March 16, 2009
Throw me something Mister!!!
Despite our numerous attempts to make it back to Nola so that our kids could experience a parade this Mardi Gras....things just did not work out......cough kidney stones cough! We also didn't make it down the year before because I had a newborn and the weather was yuck. So it has been a while since we have ventured to a parade. We made plans to head to the Irish/Italian parade put on by our Catholic church. The weather was awful, but that was not going to deter us for once we were all well.....we definitely were not passing up this rare opportunity.
Meredith does not remember her first parade since she was barely a year old so this was a new experience to her and Noah's first parade ever. Just look how different they are.....
Meredith was very leery at first, clutching her ears due to the noise and making sure her daddy stayed on the sidewalk and not in the street.....she did warm up and get down and enjoy it, it just took a few floats.
Noah on the other hand, was in the street waiting, dancing, clapping and having a good old time. I think he is a natural parade goer.
If you look to the left, you can see my little man with his glasses on that he caught from the Buddy Holly float. You can also see how the whole damn town wore green, but Meredith had to wear pink.....big surprise.
There were 40+ floats and we caught lots of throws, next year we know to bring a bag and not to forget our camera.....thanks Julia for the pictures.
Meredith does not remember her first parade since she was barely a year old so this was a new experience to her and Noah's first parade ever. Just look how different they are.....
Meredith was very leery at first, clutching her ears due to the noise and making sure her daddy stayed on the sidewalk and not in the street.....she did warm up and get down and enjoy it, it just took a few floats.
Noah on the other hand, was in the street waiting, dancing, clapping and having a good old time. I think he is a natural parade goer.If you look to the left, you can see my little man with his glasses on that he caught from the Buddy Holly float. You can also see how the whole damn town wore green, but Meredith had to wear pink.....big surprise.
There were 40+ floats and we caught lots of throws, next year we know to bring a bag and not to forget our camera.....thanks Julia for the pictures.
Friday, April 24, 2009
I think it lasted a month....maybe...
After reading all of my friend's that live in my town status' on facebook about their children having a fever virus I had two thoughts....
....wow we have been well for what seems like a while now
.....shit, I'm sure we are going to get this virus now.
And I was right on both accounts. It has been a while since the kids were sick....me not so much....have you read about my kidney stones, my birthday hangover and my ER trip? Yeah me not so much, but the kids have been just great! Until yesterday....
Meredith woke up with a low grade temp. She stayed home from school and was quite ornery and miserable. Her fever went away but was back that evening.
Noah is great, he doesn't have a fever and hasn't slowed down a bit. Although he did lay on my lap this morning for about 30 minutes to watch Sesame Street. This is a record, the boy never sits still. EVER. But my boy is generally very healthy aside from those pesky ears.
So yes, we are down with the illness again. Josh and I actually have a dinner to go to tonight and when I texted our baby/big girl sitter, she told me she didn't mind taking care of my Mere with a fever. And honestly when I told Meredith I'd stay home tonight and take care of her....she cried for Ms. Carrie.
So we are going to try and venture out tonight.
In other news the renovation is scheduled to start next week. Did I tell you about it? Yeah I'm having walls torn out, walls put in, loads of brick work, a fireplace ripped out, a brick one built in, floors ripped out, floors put in, cabinets and granite ripped out, with more cabinets and granite put in. It should be a fun time. They estimate I will be out of the kitchen for at least 4 days. I will also be without a washer and dryer for about 3 weeks. Thank goodness I have a new friend moving in the neighborhood and my mom is only a hop, skip and jump away.
The first installment has been paid, the brick and sand will arrive Monday and an exact start date will be given Monday as well, but tentatively they will begin in the latter part of next week. I already can't wait until it is finished.
Josh and I are also discussing starting another major renovation project, adding a huge bonus room over our garage. I guess we will see how our kitchen/living room project go first.
Well that is my life right now in a nutshell. I'm hoping to have a weekend soon to go relax at Mimi and Poppa's new beach condo....we all know I need it! Also if you are interested in renting a condo in the lovely Gulf Shores, email me for the friends and family rate.
....wow we have been well for what seems like a while now
.....shit, I'm sure we are going to get this virus now.
And I was right on both accounts. It has been a while since the kids were sick....me not so much....have you read about my kidney stones, my birthday hangover and my ER trip? Yeah me not so much, but the kids have been just great! Until yesterday....
Meredith woke up with a low grade temp. She stayed home from school and was quite ornery and miserable. Her fever went away but was back that evening.
Noah is great, he doesn't have a fever and hasn't slowed down a bit. Although he did lay on my lap this morning for about 30 minutes to watch Sesame Street. This is a record, the boy never sits still. EVER. But my boy is generally very healthy aside from those pesky ears.
So yes, we are down with the illness again. Josh and I actually have a dinner to go to tonight and when I texted our baby/big girl sitter, she told me she didn't mind taking care of my Mere with a fever. And honestly when I told Meredith I'd stay home tonight and take care of her....she cried for Ms. Carrie.
So we are going to try and venture out tonight.
In other news the renovation is scheduled to start next week. Did I tell you about it? Yeah I'm having walls torn out, walls put in, loads of brick work, a fireplace ripped out, a brick one built in, floors ripped out, floors put in, cabinets and granite ripped out, with more cabinets and granite put in. It should be a fun time. They estimate I will be out of the kitchen for at least 4 days. I will also be without a washer and dryer for about 3 weeks. Thank goodness I have a new friend moving in the neighborhood and my mom is only a hop, skip and jump away.
The first installment has been paid, the brick and sand will arrive Monday and an exact start date will be given Monday as well, but tentatively they will begin in the latter part of next week. I already can't wait until it is finished.
Josh and I are also discussing starting another major renovation project, adding a huge bonus room over our garage. I guess we will see how our kitchen/living room project go first.
Well that is my life right now in a nutshell. I'm hoping to have a weekend soon to go relax at Mimi and Poppa's new beach condo....we all know I need it! Also if you are interested in renting a condo in the lovely Gulf Shores, email me for the friends and family rate.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Sick of it...
I am sitting here typing this with my Kleenex box by my side, my nose running, my throat sore, my head aching and my eyes burning and I am longing for the days of summer, when no one is sick.
Today is my 6th day with this cold. The cold that came after the most awful stomach virus that has ever hit our family...pre and post tikes. I am OVER it. We have had RSV, fevers, the flu symptoms without the presence of the flu, bronchitis with breathing treatments, ear infections, more fevers, constant runny noses, the most awful stomach virus and kidney stones. Dear Universe.....I have dealt with more than my fair share.....so take your sicknesses and shove it.
My tikes are driving me crazy. And I am not myself. I'm exhausted, I'm irritable, I'm rundown and worn out. I'm OVER IT! Completely over it. I long for the day that hearing my sweet children's voices at a high pitched squeal doesn't remind me of nails being scratched across a chalkboard. I'm sick of being on edge and wanting to just retreat to my room with the door locked. This is not me. I thought about postpartum issues, but I am sure it is more cold and flu season issues. I just want to feel well and while I am at it.....I am sick of my kids being sick. Margot's nose has been a faucet that has been turned on since Halloween, and I am not exaggerating. Poor baby has been so sick she probably has no idea what it is like to feel well and not have a fountain permanently attached to her face.
But despite all these illness that have plagued our family, we have managed to keep it real here.
No we don't let illnesses keep us down. I have tried convincing my husband to just blow up the house and build a new one. I'm convinced that is the only way to get all the germs out. Then once our house is rebuilt for insulation I'm going to just a cellophane type thing to keep it germ free. Think that will work? So Internets what has plagued your house this cold and flu season?
Today is my 6th day with this cold. The cold that came after the most awful stomach virus that has ever hit our family...pre and post tikes. I am OVER it. We have had RSV, fevers, the flu symptoms without the presence of the flu, bronchitis with breathing treatments, ear infections, more fevers, constant runny noses, the most awful stomach virus and kidney stones. Dear Universe.....I have dealt with more than my fair share.....so take your sicknesses and shove it.
My tikes are driving me crazy. And I am not myself. I'm exhausted, I'm irritable, I'm rundown and worn out. I'm OVER IT! Completely over it. I long for the day that hearing my sweet children's voices at a high pitched squeal doesn't remind me of nails being scratched across a chalkboard. I'm sick of being on edge and wanting to just retreat to my room with the door locked. This is not me. I thought about postpartum issues, but I am sure it is more cold and flu season issues. I just want to feel well and while I am at it.....I am sick of my kids being sick. Margot's nose has been a faucet that has been turned on since Halloween, and I am not exaggerating. Poor baby has been so sick she probably has no idea what it is like to feel well and not have a fountain permanently attached to her face.
But despite all these illness that have plagued our family, we have managed to keep it real here.
We have road monster trucks.
And we have gone bowling...
We got a jump start (thanks to garden club) and planted our spring garden.
We have soaked up the beautiful weather outside.
We have gone fishing.
Friday, January 1, 2010
A new year....anticipating lots of new adventures
I have to say that 2009 was a great year. I have a wonderful husband, a beautiful home, 2 fabulous tikes who mean more to me and my husband than anything and another blessing on the way. I mean seriously, it's just been a great ride. Every year that I have known my husband has gotten better and better. Saying I'm a lucky girl doesn't even begin to cover it.
So, I am very sad to see 2009 go.....well some of it. There were some events (uh-hm major rennovation) that I thought would never end. Just thinking about it is causing me to break out in hives. However, there were many great memories and a new year means my kids are getting another year older, more independent and growing up. Time waits for no one.
So here is a recap on some of the highlights and lowlights of this year, I mean what's the good without the bad: Noah started walking, we put our house up for sale, we took our first camping trip, I turned 30 , I suffered with kidney stones again, Meredith turned 3, our house came off the market and started down the path of losing one's insanity, the construction started, we went on one of our 3 beach vacays and came home to hell on earth, my sister graduated from law school, we had our first dance recital, we went back to the beach, the remodel continued, I began drinking heavily, I started going back to the gym, one tike became pacifier free, I went insane, but I got a new kitchen and living room, we went back to the happiest place on earth, I avoided you for a long time, Noah turned 2, I found out I was pregnant and that pretty much sums up our year.
Ahhh, the trip down memory lane. I didn't think I would do that, but it was fun. My blogs were also way more entertaining in the beginning of the year if I may say so myself. Read entertaining if my mundane life, entertains you.
Anyway 2010 is here. I'm back I am anticipating no major life changes this year....besides adding another little mouth to feed, gaining 40 pounds, hopefully losing it to, undergoing my 3rd c-section and you know becoming the mom to three tikes ages 4 and under......now that doesn't sound like anything life altering. I mean I will not be putting the house up for sale or doing any more major remodeling projects, yes, nothing remotely close to any of that.
Happy New Years interenets! I hope there are many new and exciting adventures awaiting you this year too!
So, I am very sad to see 2009 go.....well some of it. There were some events (uh-hm major rennovation) that I thought would never end. Just thinking about it is causing me to break out in hives. However, there were many great memories and a new year means my kids are getting another year older, more independent and growing up. Time waits for no one.
So here is a recap on some of the highlights and lowlights of this year, I mean what's the good without the bad: Noah started walking, we put our house up for sale, we took our first camping trip, I turned 30 , I suffered with kidney stones again, Meredith turned 3, our house came off the market and started down the path of losing one's insanity, the construction started, we went on one of our 3 beach vacays and came home to hell on earth, my sister graduated from law school, we had our first dance recital, we went back to the beach, the remodel continued, I began drinking heavily, I started going back to the gym, one tike became pacifier free, I went insane, but I got a new kitchen and living room, we went back to the happiest place on earth, I avoided you for a long time, Noah turned 2, I found out I was pregnant and that pretty much sums up our year.
Ahhh, the trip down memory lane. I didn't think I would do that, but it was fun. My blogs were also way more entertaining in the beginning of the year if I may say so myself. Read entertaining if my mundane life, entertains you.
Anyway 2010 is here. I'm back I am anticipating no major life changes this year....besides adding another little mouth to feed, gaining 40 pounds, hopefully losing it to, undergoing my 3rd c-section and you know becoming the mom to three tikes ages 4 and under......now that doesn't sound like anything life altering. I mean I will not be putting the house up for sale or doing any more major remodeling projects, yes, nothing remotely close to any of that.
Happy New Years interenets! I hope there are many new and exciting adventures awaiting you this year too!
Saturday, January 29, 2011
In hiding....
I've sat down to blog in the last couple of months a million times, but each time I got up right after logging in. Because blogging, like my life, has become overwhelming. I mean it's not that I don't have much to say, it's that I have too much to say. Life is changing rapidly here and while I am now confidently treading the water of being a mom of three. Every now and then our pediatrician life throws us a huge tidal wave.
Lots has happened....lots of changes....lots of news....lots. So I figure if I don't just jump back in, there will never be a good time to start blogging again. It amazes me how much one more child can add to your plate. Life with two was pretty great and pretty easy. Not to say moms of two have it so much easier than me. I think it all has to do with what's on your plate. My life with two was easy. Three tikes has spread me so thin I don't know if I can do it all. Granted Margot has more doctor appointments than your average bear and Meredith suddenly and unexpectedly made a huge school change. We went from a small playschool to a preschool at a real school. Those few things alone have added so much to an already full plate.
I mean between doctor appointments, dental appointments, kidney stones, field trips, Christmas programs, lunch dates with mere, drop off and pick up and meetings for the various organizations I belong to, I don't know how much more I can handle. And so it was at that point I had to start cutting things from my to do list. Blogging was one of the things I put on the back burner, along with baby books, housework, baseboards, and laundry. But when the whole family wore dirty jeans to a birthday party and Josh wore dirty scrubs to work, I decided the laundry had to be permanently put back on the to do list.
Blogging did not make it back on the to do list, but I've missed it. And I'm sure you have missed hearing all about my so called life.
So let's start with a few updates....
Margot
She is 6 quickly approaching 7 months old.....I guess that is tired speak for 6 and a half months old. She is sitting with minimal assistance, she is cooing like a champ, she is eating like a champ - when she is not sick. She loves her baby food and thinks puffs are great too. We have come a long way with my little Margot. She has been in more specialist office in the last 6 months than the other two tikes put together. She has a diagnosis of congenital hypothyroidism and we have an appointment with a pediatric neurosurgeon in March. She is a pro at having blood drawn for lab work and that just breaks a Mommas heart. She is the worlds best baby. She sleeps in her baby bed all by herself. She falls asleep on her own, but will also let her Momma rock her. She loves toys, keys or anything she can get those little chubby fingers around and when she does it all goes straight to her mouth. She laughs uncontrollably at her big sister and hides in fear from her brother. She loves him, she just really loves it when he doesn't torment her. She loves to nurse, however she prefers to do it at 9pm, midnight, 3am and 6am....because the daytime is way too busy to stop and eat. If it is time to eat and we just can't for whatever reason she is totally cool with that and will wait patiently. She's my shoulder baby....meaning she will fall asleep while I'm holding her by laying her head on my shoulder....that is a first for me and I freaking love it! Laid back doesn't even begin to describe my smiley, happy baby girl. If I could be guaranteed 4 more like her I'd beg Josh for 4 more....kidding Josh....kidding....well sort of. I'd beg for just one more. Her favorite toy is a pink rattle. Her favorite snack is puffs I guess or breast milk. Her favorite food is sweet potatoes.
Noah
Noah is a little over 3 and right smack in the middle. That is my Noah. He is in the middle constantly, he is shuffled to all of his big sister's activities and all of his little sister's doctor appointments. He walks to the beat of his own drum. He goes with the flow, but makes it known he is going with it because it is his choice. He does nothing quietly and if he does...you can bet the middle of the oreos are gone. I feel bad about the him being in the middle. I strive to make sure he gets as much attention as the first who is always experiencing something new and the baby who needs lots of attention. Noah is smart. He gets things. He can watch something for a minute and he has figured it out and if he doesn't, he will ask. He has the vocabulary of a 5 year old....I laugh when I think about how I had him evaluated for speech. He is my only child who never shuts up.....EVER. He is constantly telling you something, asking you something or talking to himself. Surprisingly he never runs out of things to say. He loves the colors green and white. LOVES them, even though he will say his favorite colors are pink and blue....because that is what his big sister says. He adores his big sister. Most of the time, like 98% of it, they are best friends......the other 2% I want to run away screaming. He loves school and is fiercely independent. He can drive a power wheel like no body's business. My neighbor thinks he is a better driver than most of the other cars that drive through my neighborhood. His listening skills need major improvements and he will tell you that. He will randomly tell you throughout the day that he loves you for no reason.....and it will melt your heart. He loves to be social and isn't really shy, although he's not super outgoing either. He's right in the middle, which is a great place to be. He has the absolute best personality. He wakes up extremely happy and has everyone around him in stitches all day. He rarely gets angry, but when he does watch out. He's a ham bone and so loved. His favorite toy is a toss up between trains, his fire engines and his big 18 wheeler. His favorite book is "The little engine that could." His favorite snack is Oreos. And he recently decided he hates bananas, but when he gets that you wont' give him any other snack but a banana, he WILL eat it with gusto. His favorite food is spaghetti and meatballs.
Meredith
Meredith is 4, but soon to be 5. Most of her little friends are already 5 and that is devastating to her. She is now in pre-k 4 at the local Catholic school here. She wears a uniform and goes to school for far too long each day. It still makes me sad to think about it and I'm sad all week long and can't wait until friday of each week when she is home. We moved her mid year, which is hard, but she has adjusted way better than I ever thought she would. Her teacher said she is doing great and making friends. She can write her full name, she can read various sight words, she can recognize color words and shapes. She can write her numbers. She LOVES computer time at school and also LOVES music class. She doesn't like to color and she will tell you that. She is not fond of her new school, because it's long and frankly I agree. Moving her to a new school was one of those decisions as a parent that you don't want to have to come across. We moved her for big reasons. Big reasons that kept us up late at night. We made hard decisions that we knew would not be easy to follow through with, but we did. Because we knew that, that was ultimately the best thing to do for Meredith at the time and because that is what parents do. I hope one day she realizes why we made them. Because right now she still doesn't want to go to her new school in the mornings....and that is hard. She loves to play school at home though. She loves to read and write. She loves to be the teacher and hold up flashcards for me and noah ALL DAY LONG. While I play along with it....let's just say Noah is not a star pupil after about 2 minutes. She loves to dance. She can come up with a song and choreograph a dance in no time. She's got lots of rhythm. LOTS. She is a great helper. She can change a diaper and believe it or not is always willing to help me out with the younger two tikes. However when it comes to helping herself, she still likes to be the baby at times. She's shy....painfully shy. She's just like I was, so I know she will be okay and outgoing one day. She's not a morning person and she definitely has her mommas mood. While Noah may be all smiles, Meredith is all attitude...it just depends on the day of the week. She is still very much a mommas girl and that is okay with me. Her favorite colors are still pink and blue. Her favorite singer is Madonna. Her favorite toy is her barbie dolls right now. Her favorite book is any book, my child has a serious addiction to reading....she is her mother's daughter. I will often catch her reading to her brother and sister and her brother will sit intently listening to her. And no she cannot really read, but she can pick out sight words out of lots of books. By reading I mean she has most of her books memorized. Her favorite snack is anything with sugar. Her favorite food is Chinese or shrimp pasta and dessert. My baby lives for dessert.
My kids think I am the world's best cook. I wanted that written down for proof....in case they ever change their mind. So there we are...all caught up. HARDLY. But I will be back and give more updates. I PROMISE!
My kids think I am the world's best cook. I wanted that written down for proof....in case they ever change their mind. So there we are...all caught up. HARDLY. But I will be back and give more updates. I PROMISE!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Does anyone know what day it is?
That is exactly how I feel lately. It seems like life continued on while I was in a dark sink hole this past week. Plans I had made and things that needed to be accomplished all went undone, yet the activities and deadlines moved on forward. We missed a birthday party, mardi gras parades, and lots of bad tv.
I am so out of it, I still feel doped up on medications somewhat. As I was driving to Target today I got a little light headed and thought, hmmm I wonder if I should be driving right now. But we made it in one piece and crossed off several things from our to do list that should have been done last week. It is weird trying to get back into the day to day.
In the course of my kidney stone drama, both of my kids were sick with a 24 hour vomit virus, my house was shown, my husband and I had a lunch date, and I cooked dinner. The sad part is I really don't remember most of it. I blame it on the many and various narcotics given to ease the pain. Thankfully I have a wonderful husband and parents who were there for me when I just couldn't do it on my own.
Today I am sorting things out in my head, getting stationery orders that weren't done on schedule out, calling the realtor to see about the showing I had forgotten about, trying to figure out where and how to go from here. Trying to get back on track. So bare with me as I get my groove back. Here is a little what she said to hold you over...
"My back is killing me......damn stones"
"Meredith, you have the stones too?"
"Yes, momma and dey are killing me"
I am so out of it, I still feel doped up on medications somewhat. As I was driving to Target today I got a little light headed and thought, hmmm I wonder if I should be driving right now. But we made it in one piece and crossed off several things from our to do list that should have been done last week. It is weird trying to get back into the day to day.
In the course of my kidney stone drama, both of my kids were sick with a 24 hour vomit virus, my house was shown, my husband and I had a lunch date, and I cooked dinner. The sad part is I really don't remember most of it. I blame it on the many and various narcotics given to ease the pain. Thankfully I have a wonderful husband and parents who were there for me when I just couldn't do it on my own.
Today I am sorting things out in my head, getting stationery orders that weren't done on schedule out, calling the realtor to see about the showing I had forgotten about, trying to figure out where and how to go from here. Trying to get back on track. So bare with me as I get my groove back. Here is a little what she said to hold you over...
"My back is killing me......damn stones"
"Meredith, you have the stones too?"
"Yes, momma and dey are killing me"
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