Showing posts with label ouchie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ouchie. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Staycation 2015

Thanks for the comments on my last post ladies!!  You're so sweet!

Last week, Adam and I took off work to spend some time with the kiddos (before Tyler goes back to school NEXT WEEK) and to accomplish a few things on the house.  The weather wasn't exactly cooperative (rainy, stormy at times and HOT) but we did manage to paint our bedroom (which included the walls, ceiling, and trim) and Tyler's room (just the walls). I feel pretty good about that, as I wanted to tackle two projects and that qualifies, although I would have liked to tackle something bigger that will be more of a challenge on a weekend.  We went with a warm tan/sandy color in our room and although I'd planned to do white in Tyler's room, he convinced me to let him pick a color (with guidance) and chose a light blue, which I ended up being happy with.  I was very sad to paint over his stamped paw prints, though!  It broke my heart a little bit! We did leave one behind, at his request, and I'll just paint it over before we move.  Oh, I did have a bit of an issue when we were taping off Tyler's room.  I was finishing taping the ceiling and had just one piece left to put up. I was trying to reach, using a three step step ladder.  As I was reaching, I thought "I'd better just get down and move over, or I'm going to fall.  So I started to get down. And the ladder tipped over and I fell.  Oops.  I actually cracked my head pretty hard on the door frame as I went down, which was a little scary.  Luckily, aside from a bad bump and a headache, I felt okay, not dizzy or anything.  I had put my hands out though, and the pinkie on my left hand got sore pretty quickly and swelled a bit.  I sat down for a few minutes to make sure I was okay, and then we went ahead and painted.  I felt fine, just a little sore and then a lot sore the last few days, pulled muscles and stuff. My head is still tender and muscles in my upper arms and neck are pretty sore.  My pinkie is still swollen, stiff, and aching, so I am wearing a little splint on it, which makes typing interesting. My backspace button is getting a workout!

Other than painting, I tried to take the kids to the park, but it was too muddy, so I let them play a few minutes at the indoor playground at chick fil a, but that was pretty awful--crowded and the lack of manners of the kids there made me crazy.  Instead, we took the kids to to Monkey Joe's on Friday, which of course they loved.  And they are still young enough that they are tired after about an hour, so that works for me!  Adam and mom both go auctions, so they spent some time on that.

Friday was our 11 year anniversary (can't believe that) so we planned to go out, but it was really storming and literally POURED for like 5 hours, so we stayed home and went out Saturday night instead.  We had dinner at Texas Roadhouse and then drove around for awhile, looking at houses for fun.  Then we got some fro yo at Orangeleaf (YUM).  After that we hemmed and hawed over what to do and ended up at Goodwill, where Adam found some awesome deals to sell on Ebay.  Then we stopped at Walmart to get a curtain rod for Tyler's room and got AJ some socks (I swear, he has dragon claws, he gets holes in all his socks) and got the kids some PJs.  We laughed at how dull the evening probably seemed, but we had a really good time anyway.

So there you have it, our staycation!  I leave you with pictures!

AJ got ahold of my phone. He also erased all my pictures. Thank goodness for auto back up!

Tyler at Monkey Joes

AJ getting ready to slide!

Whee!

Farewell Pawprints! (And our initials, which Adam put there way back when)

Painting-Adam, you're doing it wrong
Bedroom color-it's actually a bit lighter than this. The other pic I took, you can't even tell it's not white

Tyler's room--it's blue, I promise. #bad lighting Also pictured: Coconut the Monkey's whole family and my old friend Whiskers the seal

My boo-boo

Monday, December 15, 2014

Sensing a trend here

It never fails, in late November and most of December, I get crazy busy and therefore don't post much.  I guess it's understandable, work is crazy busy at the end of the year and of course, there are the holidays.  I don't even know what I have missed blogging out, so here are some bullets of the goings-on around here--in no particular order:

  • My older sister is thankfully (and amazingly) fine after hitting a patch of ice and ROLLING her SUV (several times).  Her Blazer was predictably totaled, but she escaped with some cuts and a black eye, for which we are eternally grateful.  It was extremely scary.
  • Tyler had his first toothache, which led to an odyssey of dental surgery on the day before Thanksgiving. Poor guy had to have four crowns, two fillings, and two sealants. The dentist says that his acid reflux is to blame and we'd been putting this off for a little while, so it needed to be done.  It was rough, his throat was SUPER sore (they had a hard time getting the breathing tube in apparently) and was super pathetic for days, but we go through it.  I hate the crowns, because you can see them when he talks, but I'm glad his teeth don't hurt anymore and I am hopeful that this work will hold him in good stead as long as he has his baby teeth.
  • AJ has also had his share of injuries.  He had a bruise on his cheek, multiple bumps on the head and one on his upper lip, just in the last two weeks.  He's always on the move and he is definitely my climber/daredevil.  
  • Adam also makes the injury list, after he sliced his index finger last night.  He was in the garage, opening the battery case on something he got in an auction and instead of hunting up a screwdriver (in the GARAGE, where we KEEP THEM) he used a knife.  Oops.  The doctor used some special piece of foam to close it and then gave him a tetnus shot (which he says hurts more than his finger does).
  • I think that concludes the injury list--Please let that be the end of it! Onto less negative stuff!
  • I'm still working the Canadian invoicing at work.  They are planning to start interviewing soon and I've been told to get a passport, so it looks like a trip to Canada is in my future!
  • I'm about 85% done with my Christmas shopping, but completely done buying for the kids!  I did have to spend about $25 more than I wanted on one particular gift for Tyler, because we waited too long and everywhere was out.  But  I got it!
  • I'm super anxious because they are switching RX companies on my benefits.  Remember this post where I wrote about my triumph over the RX company not wanting to cover Tyler's reflux meds?  Well I was supposed to be set, because the guy I spoke to said just to call him once a year and tell him the medication was still needed, and he'd take care of the approval.  Well, now this is happening.  And there has been some sort of hold up, and we don't even have our plan information yet, so I can't even find out if the medication will be covered or not.  I'm praying it is, this company is supposed to be better than the last, but I'm terrified it won't be covered at all and then I'll have to start all over again and go to war.  Ugh.
  • I am literally counting down the DAYS until I can get a new cell phone (42 days).  My phone was just a basic model, whatever they were offering for free after rebates. It probably could do with being reset, but it seems too much hassle when I don't have much longer to wait. Honestly I've been cursing it for at least 6 months anyway. It's slow and very buggy lately.  Hoping I can get a good deal on a galaxy (probably a 4, not the 5).  I cannot wait!  The Black Friday sales (the S5 for $0.99) killed me!
  • We finally put up the Christmas tree YESTERDAY!  We are total slackers.  BUSY slackers.  The boys LOVE it and Tyler even decorated his room too.  Pictures to come!
I've been reading blogs, but I've been a bad commenter lately!  Hopefully the busiest time has passed for now!  I'm sure I have more bullet points, but I can't remember them, so that's it for now!

Monday, September 15, 2014

Headwounds and blowouts

If you clicked on this blog post, you deserve a prize!  Probably the most unappealing title I've ever used, but that's motherhood for you!  I wonder if I'm going to survive AJ's toddler years, that kid is always falling down, tripping over things, and hitting his head!  He's finally starting to walk while holding someone's hand, and Saturday he fell in the parking lot of a restaurant.  Adam didn't have a tight grip on him and he scraped his head and lip, poor guy.  That one didn't concern me too much, like I said, he bumps his head a lot!  He looked a little rough and he cried for several minutes, but after that he was fine. 

Sunday was another story though.  We went to my Dad's apartment to hang out. AJ was already tired, it was close to his naptime when we got there and I figured he'd fall asleep and take a nap while we visited.  Trouble was, he started asking for his paci, which he likes to have at naptime, and we realized we didn't have one with us.  Since we only live about  minutes from Dad, Adam went to get one.  We decided to walk to the playground on site to distract AJ from his lack of paci.  Well, he went racing down the sidewalk.  I caught up to him and turned him around and he started back toward my dad and Angie and of course, he tripped.  He really smacked his head that time.  UGH it was awful!  Right away, he had a big bruise and a goose egg on his forehead.  I was really nervous, just at the size of it.  He stopped crying after about 10 minutes, and by that point, he was completely worn out and falling asleep, which only made me MORE nervous.  We took him back in the house and laid him down and I decided to call the nurses line.  They were very nice and after asking lots of questions, assured me that it didn't sound like anything serious, but to watch him closely, make sure he'd rouse every so often and call back if any symptoms she mentioned showed up.  He woke up from his nap a while later in a very good mood and even went to the playground and ran around for awhile, acting no worse for the wear while I hovered over him nervously. 

His head looks better today, though it's still pitiful to see my little guy bruised.  We checked on him during the night, just to be sure (yeah I'm paranoid, sue me) but he doesn't even seem bothered by any of it.  Man, this rough and tumble stage is tough on the mama!  I felt so guilty that I wasn't holding on to him, even thought I know this happens all the time and I can't always be holding onto his hand.  I'm just glad he's okay.

The kids both had fun, mostly playing with my dad's dachshund's Oscar and Charlie.  Then we went to Steak N Shake for dinner.  While we were waiting for our food, Adam suddenly discovered that AJ had a MAJOR blowout...seriously, it was the kind you normally would just put the kid in the bathtub!  Oh it was horrible.  We took him in the bathroom (yes both of us, I'm not kidding, this was a two person job!) and cleaned him up the best we could. Then I left Adam to do that actual diaper change and I ran around the corner to buy him a new set of clothes, since both his shirt and jeans were not at all wearable at this point.  15 minutes later I got back, pulled his new shirt on him (he looked funny, sitting shirtless in his high chair, we had an extra set of shorts, but no shirts in the diaper bag...live and learn!) and ate my somewhat cold dinner and rewarded my stressed mommy self with a hot fudge sundae too! 

Ah the day in the life of parents!  Never a dull moment!

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

The headache, continued

My headache is still persisting.  Little bugger.  It's not terrible, I can function, but I would still like it to, you know, STOP eventually.  So today I went to see my "doctor" (PA) Amber.  She seemed kind of concerned with it, particularly the fact that it (or one of the meds) seems to be fiddling with my hearing a little.  I noticed it when my phone's text alert goes off.  It seems...out of tune.  It's weird. I can also hear the difference in music and sometimes even when I'm talking.  She did a bunch of little neurological tests and I did fine, so she said that it may be a combination of the migraine and the stupid cold-that-won't-die.  So  hopefully the antibiotics I've been taking will start working soon. 

She gave me a prescription for a migraine medicine I've taken in the past as well, so I dropped it off at a nearby pharmacy.  I should mention this was my "lunch break".  They said it would be 15 minutes, so I drove across the street for a quick lunch and then went back.  When I got back they told me that my prescription plan only approves this medication in a quantity of 12. Mine was written for 9.  Seriously?!  Yes this is the same RX plan that I fought with on Tyler's medications (see HERE).  They said they'd have to see if the doctor would re-write it for 12, which I knew they would, and then they'd call me.  I was annoyed, because I was hoping to take the new medicine rather than what I already had because it makes me so tired, but I needed to get back to work for a meeting, and really, what could I do?  So I left, got two miles down the road, and got stopped for a really long funeral procession.  While I was stopped, I took my original medicine.  I had barely swallowed when the pharmacy called to say that they'd gotten the original RX for 9 approved after all, and could I please come back to get it.  *FACEPALM*

I waited for the procession to pass, did a U-Turn, and fought the now-congested traffic back to the pharmacy.  I finally got my medicine (after playing the I CAN'T HEAR YOU game with the woman at the drive thru--seriously, SPEAK UP sister!) and got back to work just in time for my meeting.  Sigh.

My doctor said that if my headache isn't gone by Monday she wants me to have a CAT scan.  So please go away, Headache!!!

Monday, June 30, 2014

The Twin and her 100 Gallstones

What a week!  Thanks again for the prayers for Twin and the thoughts for butterfly and me.

Twin had an endoscopy on Wednesday afternoon, so I went down there to be around for her.  She was having a general anesthetic for it and after she woke up she was pretty uncomfortable and really just wanted something for the pain and to go to sleep.  However, it happened to be thunderstorming here and although the bad bad weather was north and west of us, the hospital made her stay in recovery on the first floor and later made us move to the basement. For some unknown reason, they said they couldn't give her anything for the pain. I still don't know why--no order?  Surely they can give medication in the recovery rooms?  I mean, I know they can in surgical recovery, this was more a procedure and on a different floor from surgery, but still.  So we spent an unpleasant few hours waiting for the all clear.  The only good thing to happen during that time was the arrival of this:


 No, it's not just a cart left hanging out.  I should have taken video.  No, you see, the doors to the right of the frame opened and this guy rolled out and then it said "Calling Elevator".  Seriously, it talked.  It didn't press the elevator button, but the elevator came--the very one of three elevators that it had gone to sit in front of.  It then announced that it was going to board the elevator and to "stand back" (though there was no one on it) and proceeded on it's way while I squeed a little.  I'm sorry, I thought it was super cool.

I posted this on facebook and my very helpful lovely friends and friends of friends identified this as TUG.  It's a robotic cart that delivers supplies all over the hospital.  Apparently it often has hats and even eyes on it, but I didn't see any myself. That would only have made it cooler.

Anyway, after about 2 hours, they finally took her back to her room and gave her some pain meds. Unfortunately, after having had to wait too long, she was still pretty uncomfy most of the evening.  Her lovely boyfriend Jon arrived (seriously, I became even more aware of his awesomeness this week. He was basically at the hospital all weekend with her and he lives almost an hour away) and I headed home shortly thereafter because I felt really rotten myself.

It was a combination of things.  First of all, I'd totally forgotten to bring a sweater and the hospital was effing freezing!  By the time we got back to her room I was feeling awful just from that.  The lovely nurse noticed me using a little throw blanket as a shawl and the dear woman brought me a warm blanket, which was amazing.  While Angie rested, I curled on the couch for awhile. Partly because of the cold but also probably from sitting still too much in horrible chairs, my knees were also super sore, stiff and painful.  Finally, I'd been having a lot of pain and pressure since Friday that I was guessing was just excess gas (sorry tmi).  I'm not talking a little I'm talking PAINful.  I could usually get relatively comfortable if I got settled in one position, but if I stood (or sat after standing) it would be pretty painful again.  I am not sure why that was suddenly such a problem, except perhaps that my normal workout routine of at least 4 days per week had suddenly flown out the window (the last time I worked out between illness and hospitals was 6/16) and somehow that really messed up my system?  I'm not sure but it sucked. A lot.  I went home, at a little dinner, walked AJ up to bed and lay on the couch. I watched TV for a bit and then went to sleep.  I was running a bit of a fever, probably left over from my cold I guess.  I went to bed at 10 and when Adam came to bed at midnight, I was really not feeling well, so he rubbed my belly and it really helped.  My sweet husband.  Anyway, I felt better the next day and thought it's still bugging me a little bit, it's much better, thankfully.

Wednesday I stayed home so I could be at the hospital for her surgery. My mom went up to see her for a bit while I stayed with the kids. Then she came home and got us and dropped me back off at the hospital.  We hung around for awhile (she was feeling better from the night before, just nervous) and then they took her to surgery.  I got some lunch and read a book on my kindle until the surgeon came to talk to me.  He said everything had gone well and her gallbladder really needed to come out. He said that there were probably over 100 stones in it!  Insanity.  So good riddance to a non-essential organ!  Eventually they told me I could go wait in her room and they brought her up a half an hour or so later.  She was a total rock star, getting up to use the bathroom before she even got back in her own bed.  She was in pain, but she dealt with it well.  I helped her when I could and then just hung out playing with her IPhone (I think I'm just about sold on switching to an IPhone come January when I get my upgrade) and reading.  About 6 pm she sat up for awhile and ate some graham crackers (first solid food since Friday!) and took a few pills to try to help her discomfort and we ordered her some jello and juice from room service.  My dad stopped in to visit so I left around 7.

Angie got to come home Thursday afternoon.  She's going to stay with us for a day or two since she lives alone.  I did not like owie things happening to the twin.  I guess I can relate to how she felt now, since I've been in her position several times before.  It's not fun.  I wanted to fix it.  So I'm glad she's better!  Yay twin!

My knees are still killing me and I actually still have a lingering sore throat I can't seem to get rid of.  And boy am I tired for spending two days sitting around a hospital.  No idea why that's so tiring!  Come on weekend!  Mama's ready for you!


So I got a few comments today which made me realize I wrote this post and didn't publish it!  So I'll just add here that the much anticipated weekend included the worst migraine I've ever had, complete with ER visit and IV meds.  It started Saturday morning and by evening I couldn't take it anymore.  So that was fun.  It's better today, but still hanging around.  Tyler's still acting sickie and he and I both got antibiotics on Friday morning.  Hopefully this is the end of the sickness and all things unpleasant for awhile!  PLEASE! :)


Monday, June 23, 2014

Three years ago and a prayer request

Prayer request first.  Twin sissy has been in the hospital since Saturday with gallstones and pancreatitis.  Me no likey.  So it looks like she'll be having her gallbladder out tomorrow.  She's never had surgery before, so please send her any prayers, thoughts and positive juju that you can!  I loves her much!

Since this a serious post, I just also need to recognize that it's been three years yesterday since I lost my little butterfly (Posts HERE and HERE).  I may not have known I was pregnant for more than a few days, but I still remember and think about it sometimes.

And poor AJ had an ear infection complete with extreme non-AJ like days (extremely scary lethargy) and a fever of 103.  So yeah, not a great few days for us. Le Sigh.

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Things that make you go hmmmm

I had planned for my next post to be about my thoughts on possibly trying to have a third baby.  But then something happened that put those thoughts on hold, at least somewhat.

I went to my doctor about two weeks ago.  I'm still stuck on this stupid plateau, probably mostly because I haven't been doing that well on sticking to my diet food-wise, but I was also frustrated because pain in my knees was keeping me from doing my workouts full-out.  I've been having particular problems with my right knee, which I always depend on being the "good" knee.  I've had two surgeries on my left and it's just weaker. It hurts and gives out and I just don't trust it much, so when my right knee started to hurt during certain moods, I knew it wasn't a good thing.  My workouts (I am partial to Jillian Michael's DVDs) are very heavy on the squats and lunges and I was actually getting pretty good at most of them (aside from left leg only squats, I don't know if I'll ever be able to do much with that).  But suddenly I couldn't do much bending with weight on a leg without pretty significant sharp pains in my knees. 

Since I had a few other minor issues, I decided it was time to see my doctor.  I see a Physician's Assistant, actually and I've mentioned before that I love her to death.  I went to see her on May 20th.  We had a good talk and she decided that my knee pain could be one of a couple things.  It could be an injury, maybe even a partially torn tendon, although I didn't recall a certain OW moment, just a gradual increase in pain.  But she also was suspicious of something like arthritis, particularly because my knees are not the only thing that hurt on an every day basis.  I also have had trouble with my lower back, neck, feet and more occasionally, my hips, wrists and elbows.  These range from minor to severe (particularly my back, which I've talked about here before and my neck, which mostly causes very bothersome headaches).  So in the end, she decided to do a battery of blood tests and also send me to physical therapy.

Since it was just before a long holiday weekend and they were ordering quite a few tests, Amber told me that the results probably wouldn't be back until the next week.  I scheduled an appointment with the physical therapist and waited.  Tuesday afternoon on the way home, Amber called with my results.  The good things were that my cholesterol was great (yay!), and actually my rheumatoid factor and sed rate (both indicators of arthritis) were both normal.  My white blood cell count was only slightly low (pretty good number for me, since I usually run quite low).  My vitamin D level was also low.  She said they'd like to see a level of 50, and mine was 28, so she wanted me to start taking extra supplements. I already take a multi-vitamin, but now I'm taking 2000 iu more a day. 

The main concern was that my results showed positive for something called ANA.  That stands for anti-nuclear antibodies.  Apparently, a positive result can be an indicator of an auto-immune disease.  The results come back with a number that has something to do with diluting the sample.  The higher the number, the more dilution is necessary (higher=more ANA in the blood, which is not a good thing).  It's done in a series--1:40, 1:80, 1:160, 1:320 and so one.  My result was 1:1280, so that's high.  It's also classified by the pattern such as homogeneous, speckled, centromer, etc.  My result had a speckled pattern. So, long story short, my doctor was quick to refer me to a rheumatologist.  She did say that another test the run that can point to an auto immune problem (ENA) was negative.

The rhuemotologist insists on a two week window before any new appointment, so they can get your records.  They asked me to call my doctor to remind them to send them over, so I'm betting they already have them by now, but still I have to wait until June 17th for an appointment.  I really hate having things hanging over my head.  Of course I've been spending time pouring over my test results and googling like crazy, but basically the bottom line is, it could be something or not.  With as high as my titer (that's the term for the number on the result) is, it's pretty unlikely that it's NOTHING.  I'm the type of person that good or bad, just prefers to KNOW what I'm dealing with.

I'm conflicted too, I've dealt with pain like this for a long time. It would be nice, in a way, to know that there is a reason for the pain and tiredness that I've tried to convince myself were normal.  And yet I don't want it to be something scary, as silly as that sounds.  Years ago, probably close to 10 years ago, I tried to find out if it was indicative of some sort of problem, but at the time, all seemed normal.  I don't know if they tested my ANA back then or not. 

The more I read up on some of the possibilities, the more I think that certain things could fit.  For example, my low white blood cell count can be a symptom of auto-immune diseases.  So could the mouth ulcers I've gotten on and off since high school--they aren't fever blisters, they are actually in my mouth and are terribly painful.  I've recently noticed several small rashes and itching on my arms and elbows.  Infertility and pregnancy loss can even be related.  But all of these things could be totally unrelated too.

So I wait for answers. In the meantime, my doctor prescribed some cream for my rashes and an anti-inflammatory/pain reliever called meloxicam.  So far, I'm not noticing a difference with the medication.  For now, I'm doing my workouts as much as I can (though my PT said no squats or lunges for a week) and going to therapy.  My PT Kathy is very nice.  Apparently, my knees are a mess (not surprising).  My kneecaps are crooked, my left leg has significantly undefined muscles compared to my right, and she's found several weak spots we're working on.  Yesterday she taped my kneecaps into the right positions and that feels really weird and actually makes them ache, but hopefully it will help.

I'm not good at waiting.

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Ouchies x 2

I never thought I would be so frustrated to not be able to exercise!  I was happy to find I'd still managed a modest 1.2 lbs loss last week, even with only three days of exercise before my back issues reared their ugly head.  On Friday, the pain was just as bad as Thursday, so I called in to work and went to the doctor.  No surprise, I was suffering from severe muscle spasms.  Apparently, a nerve in my back gets caught in the spasming muscles and that causes the sharp sudden pains.  Not fun.  I left with prescriptions for a five day course of steroids, plus a pain reliever/anti inflammatory, and a muscle relaxer.  I got home, took the medicines and spent the rest of the day sleeping.

Friday and Saturday were also our yard sale.  I wasn't much help on Friday, but I managed to help a little Saturday morning, taking money and giving out change.  By Sunday my back was feeling a little better, so I managed grocery shopping and a little bit of laundry, but mostly I rested.  It's still painful, particularly in the morning, but it's much better now.  I wish it was completely pain free, but unfortunately that is taking longer than I expected.  I am considering a short workout on my elliptical tonight to test the waters and see if the low impact exercise works and doesn't aggravate it.  I'm dying to get back on track, but I know I can't rush it and I don't want to make it worse.  We'll see how it goes.

I had to take Tyler to the doctor today.  He got what we thought was some sort of bug bit on Sunday night and it was looking nasty and his leg was really swollen.  The doctor thinks it was more likely a hornet sting!  Poor buddy!  He's going to be on an antibiotic just in case the swelling is indicative of an infection and it should be better in a few days.  Poor guy!  He was in a good mood though, talking the doctor's ear off!  I swear that child loves the sound of his own voice!  He runs around telling people anything and everything!  He went on and on about our yard sale and how we made lots of money for the fair.  And about his trip to the Children's Museum, which has to be six months ago!  LOL I love that little man!

Last, but not least on the updates!  We have a CRAWLER!!  AJ has been working on it for weeks now, rocking back and forth, lifting his hand but not quite putting the pieces together, but finally Sunday morning, with all of us watching, he crawled!  He's no pro at it, but I think he'll have it mastered pretty quickly!  He's getting so big, almost 10 months already!  I can't believe it!

Thursday, August 1, 2013

SetBACK and Photo challenge: Workspace

My Workspace
So that's it! Photo challenge finished!  Thanks Fat Mum Slim (Chantelle)!  I need a little break from the rigors of everyday posting, but I think I'll definitely join in on this monthly challenge again down the road!  Oh and readers, if you can spare a moment, go and vote for Chantelle and her amazing blog to be the most click-able woman of 2013!  She's awesome and she dreams of creating an app for her photo a day challenge, which would be epic!  Read about this here and click the link on the post to vote! :)

So there it is!  July in photos!

So I woke up this morning and about 10 minutes later, my back started hurting.  I'm not unfamiliar with the pain.  I have had a bad back for a long time, since back in my skating days.  I was once told that the cartilage between my bottom two vertebrae has been worn away. I've also been told I have had pinched nerves and muscle spasms.  I blame the latter for my current pain.  A couple of times a year, I'll have an "episode" where it hurts a LOT for a few days.  If it's not too bad, I wait it out. If it gets very bad I got to the doctor and am usually given an RX for anti inflammatories, steroids, and/or muscle relaxers.  Usually the pain goes away in a few days.  The worst it's ever been, I was putting on a pair of shorts one morning and ended up on the ground in pain.  That was on the day of my second interview at a job I had right after we got married.   That one sent me to the ER, AFTER I went to the interview.  On crutches.  Yes, I got the job.

That was the worst.  Today at times has been worse than that.  I made it to work okay.  I was very stiff, slow, and hunched over, but I made it.  If I sat still it wasn't horrible.  Advil seems to have no effect at all, but I took it nonetheless.  However, late morning I got up, walked to the restroom, stopped to talk to my coworker and it got much worse.  My back was spasming and the pain was not easing no matter what I did.  At one point bending over and resting my head on my desk helped a little and my boss found me in that position.  The pain got so bad I was trying not to cry.  

Thankfully it eased a little and I was able to get through the day.  But it is obvious I am not going to be able to exercise today.  Hopefully it will be better tomorrow and I can get back to business but I can't let this defeat me!  Missing a day or even a couple of days will not give me a reason to stop!

Now can someone hook me up with a good masseuse?  And cheap? 

Sunday, October 28, 2012

AJ's Arrival!

WARNING--this post contains details of my labor and delivery and might be a bit TMI for some.

As of Tuesday (10/9, the day after my due date) my cervix was still long and closed. I left the doctor's office discouraged and fully expecting to come back in a week to make a final decision between induction and c-section. 

I felt completely normal Wednesday and Thursday, so imagine my surprise when I woke up at 2:30 am on Friday, rolled over, and felt a gush.  Then another.  I got up and went to the bathroom.  My underwear were soaked with fluid.  I was pretty sure it wasn't urine, it seems thicker somehow.  There was a tiny bit of blood on the TP as well.  I sat there for several minutes, unsure somehow of what I should do!  I felt crampy, but I didn't think I was having contractions.  I cleaned up and went back into the bedroom and woke up Adam.  I told him what was going on and we lay there for a few minutes until I realized I was having some small contractions and we should probably start timing them.  Adam got my phone for me and I started to try to track my contractions.  They were very mild, but coming about every 3-4 minutes and lasting 45-60 seconds each.  Adam started googling labor facts on his phone while I timed for about an hour.  It seems like this was the real deal, so I called my doctor's office to have the OB paged.  There are three doctors in the practice and one of the two I don't know well (Dr. B) was on call.  She called me and said I should definitely head to the hospital and they could check me out and make sure it was my water that had broken and see if my cervix was changing.

It was strange.  I don't know why, but I just never though my water would break, much less at home without any warning signs before.  But we pulled ourselves together, got dressed and threw a few extra things in my suitcase.  We went downstairs and woke up my mom so she could keep an ear out for Tyler.  We said we'd call when we knew if it was real or not and off we went.

On the drive to the hospital, I was getting more sure that this was really happening.  I had a few contractions that in my words "weren't fooling around".  We got to the hospital about 4:00-4:30 and filled out some forms and then they took me to the triage room.  I changed into a gown and the nurse did a quick check.  She said it was definitely my water that had broken and I was 1 cm dilated, so I was definitely being admitted and we would have our baby definitely within 24 hours!

They moved us to our own room and got me all hooked up.  AJ was looking good, so they said they'd let us sit tight and see if I could make progress on my own.  I would have liked to be able to get up and walk to help the progress along, but Dr. B said no because my water had already broken.  Apparently when the water has broken there is risk of the cord prolapsing if you're up and moving too much.  So at about 6:00 am the checked me again and I was 2-3 cm.  I was happy because that meant no pitocen yet!  They waited a few more hours and while my contractions were good I hadn't progressed, so pitocen was started.  I really hate that stuff!  After a few hours I'd progressed to 3-4 and the contractions were getting really painful.  I decided to go ahead and get my epidural.  Everyone was sent out but my nurse April (who was awesome) and the anesthesiologist.  He placed my epidural and my heartrate went up and my blood pressure went down.  I could feel my heart racing but I felt okay otherwise.  The doctor said it was possible that the needle hit a blood vessel, so to be safe they wanted to take it out and redo it.  The second time I started to feel lightheaded and faint.  They put me on oxygen and after a few minutes I felt a little better.  The doctor said the first epi didn't hit a vessel (no blood when he removed it) so it probably had something to do with the baby's position in the uterus.  I didn't seem to "like" being on my left side and the doctor said that could effect the epidurals effectiveness on my left side, but we'd see what happened.  Things calmed down a little after that and my family came back. Tyler was even there, he was so excited that "his" baby was coming!  For awhile, the epidural worked well and I felt okay.  My cervix was progressing but baby wasn't coming down very quickly.  After awhile I started having pain low down on the left side, so they decided to let me try to lay on the left for awhile.  Then I ended up laying too flat for awhile and my left arm and upper back were getting numb, so they sat up up and turned me over again.  The nurse checked me and thought I was probably about 7 cm, but she couldn't feel my cervix on the right, so she had another nurse come in to check and she said I was completely dilated!  They had turned down my epi a bit because of the extra numbness up high, so I was starting to get more uncomfortable again.  The anesthesiologist and I had a few words about pain vs. pressure, to which I assured him I knew the difference.  Dr. A was on by then (still not my usual doctor, but very nice. She was on all weekend so I knew she'd end up delivering AJ) so she came in and we got set up to start pushing.  I noticed right away that pushing wasn't bringing the relief I remembered from my labor with Tyler.  When I was in labor with Tyler, it felt so much better to push with the contractions.  This time I didn't feel better at all, in fact it seemed to hurt more.  They were also having some trouble keeping track of AJ. Sometimes they thought they might be getting my heartbeat instead of his (because mine was still high) but they weren't sure, so they put an internal monitor on his head, but they were still getting some low numbers they were a little concerned about.  I pushed for about 2 hours total, and we tried to labor down for awhile, which sucked because by then I was feeling a lot of pain and the contractions were really close together. 

We pushed awhile longer and Dr. A told me that I was pushing really well, but the baby wasn't coming down and they were pretty sure he had turned face up.  Babies are usually face down, which allows them to pass under the pelvic bone more easily.  AJ was getting caught on mine, making my contractions more uncomfortable and causing him some stress.  Dr. A tried to turn him while I pushed (OW) but it just wouldn't work.  I finally took a moment and came to the tearful decision that the risks to the baby and me were too great at this point to continue.  Dr. A asked if I wanted to keep going or switch to a C-section and I agreed to have the surgery.  I was scared that something was going to go really wrong.  Once the decision was made I just wanted it to be over!  It took awhile to get everything set up though. By then I was feeling every contraction, one on top of the other.  I was scared and in a lot of pain.  It felt like ages before the took me back to the OR. I'd been sweating and terribly hot all day and the OR was, of course, freezing.  I was shaking too, from the medications.  A new anesthesiologist was on by then (thankfully) and he was amazing!  While they got me prepped and everything he talked to me about what was happening and assured me they were going to make sure I was good and comfortable very soon.  We'd been worried that since I didn't seem to react quite right with epidurals that it might be a problem for a csection.  He assured me that it's a different kind of medication and they'd be very sure it worked before they started.  Fairly soon after that the medication kicked in and I couldn't feel the contractions much anymore.  Adam came in, all garbed up and he and the anesthesiologist were up near my head reassuring me and comforting me.  I can't say enough about how awesome the anesthesiologist was.  It was such a blur during the surgery.  It took longer than I though, really.  But at 5:05, AJ's arrival was announced!  He was brought to a warmer up in corner of the room.  I could see him a little (his feet) and Adam could see him pretty well.  His first cry brought tears to my eyes. I was so relieved it was over and he was safe!  They held him up and at very first glance he looked just like Tyler, although strangely that's the only time I thought so.  Now he just looks like AJ, to me.  They cleaned him up and weighed and measured him.  I was shocked he was so much smaller than Tyler was and WAY smaller than the 8 lbs 14 oz that I'd been told 10 days before he was born.  He'd had meconium like his brother too, but luckily they think it was after I had stopped pushing, so he didn't breathe or swallow any.  His first APGAR was 8 followed by a 9, both great numbers. Before long, Adam was holding him and showing him to me.  He was perfect and his hair was sooooo dark! Even darker than Adam's! 

After that, we just waited while they stitched me up and all that.  They got me some warm blankets because by then I was like ice.  Then they took us back to our room and got us settled.  My mom and sisters and Tyler got to come back for a few minutes before they needed to get Tyler home to eat some dinner and get some rest--it had been a long hard day for all of them.  Tyler's face was PRICELESS when he saw his brother!  I'll never forget it! He just lit up! We stayed in the hospital until Sunday night. They gave me the option to stay until Monday or go home Sunday. I wanted to be home with both of my boys and it was easier when no one had to split time between home and the hospital. AJ is now two weeks old and we are starting to get settled into something resembling a routine. He likes to fight sleep, like his brother. He likes his bottles and his paci and being swaddled (sometimes, though he likes to wriggle his arms free so he can use them to keep himself awake). While Tyler was always a little heater, AJ seems to be more apt to get cold. We visited our doctors office last week and he was up to 8 lbs 6 oz already! Our PA, Amber (who I adore) said he looks wonderful. I'm healing up pretty well after my c-section, although I'm still pretty sore. The first few days were rough but after that I actually found the recovery easier than I had with Tyler when I had the fourth degree tearing! And that's the big story! I'm officially a proud mommy of two boys! Oh and here's a few pictures!

Monday, August 29, 2011

Updates

So!  It was a busy week!  Work was crazy and abbreviated last week.  We thought Tyler had broken out with hives so that was scary and stressful.  He broke out into spots, but then they sort of disappeared.  We took him to the doctor and she suspected hives because they had faded.  However, they were back the next day.  The final conclusion was bug bites :(  It's a relief that it's not an allergy though!  He's doing much better now. 

I was a bridesmaid in my friend Mandy's wedding this weekend! Friday was the rehearsal dinner and it was a TON of fun!  I really like Nate and Mandy's friends and family!  We ate outside in the backyard and little did I know, I was becoming dinner too!  I have (at last count) 36 bug bites on my feet and legs!  I itch like crazy! 

The wedding was Saturday and it was beautiful!  It was really touching to see how in love Nate and Mandy are and how emotional it was for them.  It was wonderful!

Sunday was grocery and cleaning day, along with resting my high-heel sore feet and trying not to scratch my legs!

It was back to work today :-P time for month end and covering for someone on vacation. It's going to be a busy one before a 3 day weekend!

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

HH Owie

So my mom, Tyler and I went to HH Gregg on Sunday to buy a new washing machine. Cause ours broke, of course. The agitator was no longer agitating. So we're standing their while the salesman checks stock and there is this loud crash from the front of the store. We look up and don't really see anything. I knew the sound came from the microwave display on the front wall, so I figured someone had knocked the glass turntable out and it had broken. Half right. So then all these salesmen start swarming to the front of the store. There had to be 15 salesguys. So we start thinking that someone is hurt or something fell over onto someone. But no one is around. Then everyone starting going to the front doors. So of course, we followed. On the way up, we realized that the wall, well it wasn't where it was supposed to be. It was jutting out with large cracks in it. Yep, you guessed it. Someone had crashed their car into the front of the building.


Our salesguy had been looking at the wall in question when it happened. he said that all the microwaves were thrown open, the turntables fell out (and smashed) and then all the microwaves slammed shut again.

It looked like an older couple was driving, and they were fine. Their car didn't even look bad, considering. We are guessing they mistook the brake for the gas.

It's so crazy when you witness shit like that. But it gives me something to write about on my blog that no one reads, except my dear twin, who has probably already heard the story.

Ah well, I can pretend that someone people will have discovered my blog and will read all my old posts. LOL

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Bop it!

I've become a virtual punching bag, from the inside. I swear my little booger is kicking my bladder and my ribs simultaneously. How he's managing it, I don't know. He has excellent timing.

I don't remember what feeling "normal" is like anymore. Granted, with my many health issues, I don't feel "normal" but really my own version of it. "As good as it gets" type of thing. But I'll complain about that a lot less now that I know what it feels like to be pregnant. Like for example, stairs have never been my friend. I'm not in great shape in the best of times and I have bad knees and a bad back, so stairs generally hurt. But now? I would be willing to swear they are sneaking in extra stairs at work every night. I'm exhausted by the time I climb them. And that's first thing in the morning. And my comfy bed is suddenly not so comfy. No matter what I do, my back kills and forces me to roll over every hour or so. Not so conducive to a good nights sleep.

I don't want to complain too much, because I feel light years better than I did at the beginning of the pregnancy, and I know it's going to get much worse in the third. But really, I'm already getting tired of being pregnant. As much as the though of having a little being here that I'm totally responsible for freaks me out, I'm also excited as hell about it. I'm trying not to let myself think about if I can handle it or not. I will when I have to.

I start my little newborn class next week. I have a lot to learn in only four classes. Four classes are supposed to last me 18+ years? Thank goodness for Grandmas and Aunts.

Thursday, August 2, 2007

CURSED I TELL YOU!!!

It's official. I am cursed. Bad things happen. To me. A lot. And usually, like now, at the absolute worst possible moment.

I'm moving this weekend. To a new house. Hooray for that.

So the problem? I finally got in for that injection I wrote about before, thinking that it would actually be good to have it done before moving, as it is exactly the kind of thing that really make me hurt. I got all of the information, heard all the side effects, weighted my options and went for it. Needless to say, it wasn't very pleasant but I've been through worse, so I thought, no problem.

Then I went home and about an hour later my upper back started to hurt. A different kind of hurt that my neck pain.

Yeah and it hurts. Still. And I'm supposed to move this weekend. I'll be useless. Nobody mentioned any potential side effects like this.

Why does my body hate me?

Monday, July 16, 2007

What is your time worth?

It's truly one of life's biggest injustices. Waiting for fricken ever at the doctor's office. I had an appointment today at 3:30. Punctual (almost to the point of compulsive) person that I am, I arrived 15 minutes early. I signed in and made my cutsey little marks on one of those stupid pictures of a body, showing where the pain is an what kind of pain it is. Duh. It's the kind that hurts. Then I sat down for what I thought would be a few minutes of reading. 3:30 came and went. 3:45 passed too. I wasn't complaining. But when it was 4:20 and I was still sitting there I wasn't really happy. I mean, these offices won't hesitate to make you reschedule your appointment if you are 15 minutes late, but they'll leave you waiting hours for them! And that's just to get into the bloody exam room! Then you have to wait for a nurse or a PA or something. Then they usually examine you and then you have to wait for someone else. I have to miss work when I go to the doctor. Granted, I'm salary so I am still getting paid, but there are still lots of other places I'd rather be. Plus it's always so damn cold in there. They expect people to sit there in a paper gown? My fricken headlights would rip holes in the damn thing!

They were so late getting me in today, that once they did, I didn't have time to do the treatment I was there for. Yeah. So now I have to wait another 2 weeks for the relief I should have had today. But their time is worth more than mine, right?

Monday, June 18, 2007

A letter to a dear friend

Dear Stomach,
I appreciate all that you do. I really do. I know that you work very hard. And while you have become a little flabby over the years, I hope I'm correct in saying that I've been pretty good to you. I give you the tasty stuff, and a decent amount of the good for you stuff.

So this leads me to ask, why have you turned against me???

First the frequent turbo charged bathroom problems. Embarrassing, painful and very inconveniant. Then the crippling cramps that start in my back and work their way forward. And now? I don't really know how to describe your latest assult. Sometimes I think I'm getting hungry. Then I realize that...well it feels like a volcano is gurgling in there. Not heartburn, exactly. And you are just...unsettled. You are unhappy. I get it. People are starting to think I'm getting an ulcer. is that what it is? Why now? Do you like the berry flavored tums or should I switch to the smoothie variety? Lord knows I'm close to calcium overdose from the chalky goodness.

And I must not forget to mention the recent agony I faced on an early sunday morn. you reduced me to my skivies laying in front of a fan, wishing for death. Not fun. I give you medicine. I give you tea. If I don't, you make me die. If I do, sometimes you make me die. Can we make a deal? A truce?

I'll even take a promise of no new afflictions? Come on? Please?

Your outer limits,
Melissa

P.S. Fuck off.