One of those days

Today I am having one of those days. Those kind of days that find one digging into a big bag of wavy lays and french onion dip while typing on her blog. Work was overwhelming, I was biting my tongue not to chew anyone out, wee one was screaming her head off, overtired, and needing but not wanting a nap (just stopped screaming about 2 minutes ago), and I just got back from a trip to stock on all those important things we need (chips, dip, milk and apple juice) at Wally world. I should be really relaxed and tension free. I have the next 4 days off and we canceled our 8 hour road trip to see family that we were going to take. So why is my heart racing, muscles tense, and my head all muddled? I haven't had any caffiene today and my thyroid medication has not changed in 10 years.

My email devotional this morning advised me to pray about people with holiday depression. Maybe I am one of those people. Or maybe I am about to start me period. I took one of those wishful thinking pregnancy tests yesterday because I felt really tired and had to pee a lot. Negative, just a bladder infection instead.

I think I really have had enough "holiday" time. I am ready to go back to my regular routine. I don't like change and I have been getting this feeling that change is coming. I don't know when, but something is going to happen and I have the feeling I am going to have to make decisions. I had a dream last night that I was checking into a hotel and they were telling me my room number was 2 different numbers. Confusion, chaos. And I have am ugly rash on the side of my right hand.

I have no idea why I am feeling this way. Everything in my life is actually pretty good at this moment. I have a good job, good husband, good kid, and good health.
Maybe the next few days will bring me some clarity.

My Xmas Cupcakes

Wee One put the liners in the pan, cracked the eggs, scooped some batter in the pan, and after baking and frosting (Mommy) stuck the Santas on. YUM!

Mommy has a tantrum

3:30pm - Mommy gets home after a day of work and fighting crowds at the supermarket. Wee One runs and smiles, hugging her mom hard.

3:45pm - Nanny leaves, explaining something in more complicated Spanish that perhaps wee one missed her nap.

4pm - Tantrum ensues over mommy not understanding that "Splain" means "GET ME A SPOON"

5pm - Screams at computer because when she hits the keys the slide show of her pictures stop. Jumps on box of crayons and breaks most of them in half.

6pm - Mommy gets dinner on the table. Daddy is eating hungrily. WO takes 2 bites (yay!) of delicious twice baked potatoes then wants to spend the rest of the time getting water from the dispensed on the front of the refrigerator.

7pm - Tantrum ensues over unknown anger at father. Continues as mommy picks out the non-ducky pajamas to change into after bath

7:35pm - taking a bath with mommy. splashing happily.

7:55pm - Tantrum ensues over draining water from tub and bathtime ending.

8pm-820 - Watching curious george quietly with mommy by her side.

830 - story time - says no to every book we bring out. Walks over to bookshelf and picks out large books with a thousand flaps on each page. Whines and cries as mommy attempts to read books/ choose different ones. Mommy picks child up and puts her in bed. Mommy has to leave room, take 2 tylenol, and hide in TV room to watch Project Runway to keep from screaming at her beloved child. Father takes over and child behaves.

Blocks

I think I have been having writers block lately. I am enjoying reading other people's blogs but I don't have much to say back. I think I've had so much going on that I needed more time to process everything.
My mother has been ill for the past month and is just now getting over it. I did go fly to go see her and I felt better and worse afterwards. It has been hard for me to feel like I am giving her help. She kept telling me not to come and to stay home and take care of my own child. But after my visit, she did admit that she was glad I came to see her.

I had an onslaught of inlaws after that for Thanksgiving and we did so much...eat, gifts, travel! I am shifting into lower gears now, trying to enjoy the season for what it is. Although we did start a new singing program at church for the kids too. I like to think, however, that singing and motions are therapeutic!

I have been asked often lately about another child. Not a new question, but my awareness of it is heightened. I honestly at this moment in time do not know. There has been some crazy stuff this past year that has aged and made me tired. I admit that I would love to have another child, but not right now. Maybe even not in the future (that was really scary to write). I am not willing to go through IVF again at this time. I am not sure I ever want to deal with diapers again after we make it through potty training wee one.
Perhaps I am just tired. I have even entertained the idea of adoption later in my life of older kids. That seems more appealing somehow that attempting to have another one myself. I am going to pray about this some more. Maybe I am just admitting defeat. That there is never going to be a "natural" conception for me.

Part of me thinks that I have it so good right now, it would be crazy to ask for more/ disturb the balance. I have so many things in my life right now that are great blessings, much more that I ever expected.

I hate colds

Survived Christgiving/ Thanksmas with countless delicious meals, traveling, and close quarters with the family. Now I have a honking head cold that is making me nuts. Can I please have a vacation from my holiday? I just stuffed a kleenex up my left nostril to absorb all the snot and didn't care one bit how I looked when my dh came to ask me where the cookies are.

The tyranny of the urgent

I often have a problem with getting caught up the the anxiety of the events of the day and rushing through stuff. Of course, the last 2 years the excuse has been that I need to get home to the baby/ do my errands before I get home to the baby. Physically it affects me in the form of sore neck muscles, general bit*hiness and fatigue when I let get all caught up in it. It is so hard for me to consciously slow down and breath sometimes. The only time when it lets up some is when I make some major change like, job, house, surgery, etc. But then there are new things to stress about then! My dh is very much the opposite most of the time although I think I rub off on him occasionally. He can live in the moment and not think much about what is next.

Carseats

I would like some feedback on the car seats anyone is using for a 2 year old toddler. We have Britax Roundabout and a Evenflo one (back up) and it is time to move on. So far, I have been directed to the Eddie Bauer 3 in 1.

A Wonderful Gift

Yesterday, I received a wonderful gift. I got a phone call from one of my best childhood friends whom I had not seen or heard from in over 18 years. We talked for a while and caught up on each others lives a bit. I have been feeling happy ever since. My friend and I had some very similar experiences while we were on our separate journeys and I feel her presence in my life, however short or long it may be, is a great gift. I often have a bit distorted memories as we all do of our "idyllic childhoods," but actually there were some parts that were painful and this friend, I believed went through a lot of things that I knew hurt her. As I was young and immature, all I could do was see the injustices, but not really do much. But I was able to express to her now that I felt for her and hoped our daughters wouldn't have to endure many mean girls. And she was grateful for that because, she believed, she was alone in those battles. Oh, how I wish I could have been able to tell her that long ago.

Dinosaur

For the Halloween cakewalk at church, I brought some cupcakes I made with the help of wee one. (Betty Crocker, but hey, still from my kitchen) As I set down my chinet plate of chocolate delights with their messy frosting, but quite delicious, I noted that most of the rest were beautiful store bought creations of halloween perfection. Spiders! Jack o lanterns! Cupcakes with fluffy buttercream frosting in fall colors! Poor kid who will win my plate would be bummed out totally.

Now, I did think about running to the store for mine too, but we bake just about everyday due to wee one's love for making "eggies." I feel like a dinosaur and I am sure on the flip side, if I had bought one, I would notice all the homemade stuff. I never seem to get it quite right, but they still seem to like me! Then tonight, I saw the little girl who won my plate happily running around with them, chocolate frosting around her smiling lips.

Musical love

KOG readers, here's my treat for you today. Go to www.annielennox.com and hopefully you will get to listen to her song "Dark Road." It is also on iTunes. This song just spoke to me. Beautiful, beautiful song...sung by one of my favorite vocalists who looks cool even now 20 years after I 1st saw her in a music video.

My Wee One

I got back to my home airport today and came down the escalator to the baggage claim. At the bottom I saw dh and then wee one holding his hand. Then, she let go and started running towards me, yelling, "Mommy!" I got to her and I started getting tears in my eyes as I wrapped my arms around her. I couldn't even move for a few moments. I regained my composure and told me dh I missed him too. I thought, "How could I have left her, even for a moment?" Tonight I got a welcome home I took my diaper off instead of going to sleep and then I had a poo in my crib but I picked it up to try to throw it out but kept yelling "Stinky Mommy!" Stinky indeed.

Leaving on a jet plane

Well, tomorrow I jet off to a medical conference for 4 days 3 nights and leave everyone behind for a few days. I have been putting off going away for anything since I was about 4 months pregnant. I never felt quite ready to do this until now. My mom is here to help dh and I am going all expenses paid to stay in a large hotel with room service, a spa, and a shuttle to a ginormous outlet mall. So I know I will miss wee one and that she will miss me, but I think this will be good for me in many ways.

Poop in the pot

Well, we were in church and wee one tugged on my arm and said "potty." We made our way to the bathroom and were distracted by the need to climb stairs into the balcony. She came back down and I hear "Uhhgh" and saw her squat a little. Oh crap, I though, thinking this was ok to think in church since that was actually the subject matter and not a swear. No diaper bag, I headed into the women's restroom with her and found an empty diaper wipe box and a bag of newborn size diapers on the changing table. I sighed and we went into a stall. I pulled down the diaper and lo and behold, no poo there but some was beginning to make its way out of her bottom. I put her on the seat and let her do the rest. Wha la! We have contact! Poop in the pot! I congratulated her, wiped her tush, and pulled her pull up (clean) back on. I said a prayer of thanks. Later in the day, we didn't make it for part 2. Oh well. It's a start.

Potty time

Wee one has hoisted herself up onto the kid toilet seat on the toilet seat and has shooed me away so I don't watch. There is a pull up around her legs and she is happy. There has been no actual deposit of wastes into the toilet as of yet, but I am glad to let her practice/ go through the motions. I know we won't even be there until she is three. She is having fun though.

Quick, easy weight loss

Well, I am recovering from the other end of the vomit virus that hit my family earlier in the week. 24 hours of fevers, chills, and an amazing amount of quick, easy weight loss from the most horrible virus that has ever attacked my colon. My appetite is coming back in fits and spurts. Thankfully all others in the house are healthy again.

The Wee One is growing amazingly. She can name all the animals in her picture books. She can run the new DVD player we got (old one wore out after an almost continuous 72 hours playing of the Max and Ruby DVD). She can doff and don her clothes/ diaper at her own will...(needs help with shirts). She knows where all my shoes are "Mommys shoes" and where I hide the Dora snacks.

Ah, my little bottomless, animal - lover snack hungry child...

Vomit Virus

The vomit virus paid a visit to our little family and is finally left as of last night. Totally stressful to watch poor wee one just lie around and throw up. Milk has been off limit, much to her dismay. My dh is finally able to eat solid food again. I was spared so far, but I am tired of cleaning up vomit. I think this is the longest Wee one has ever been sick...poor thing. I was so happy that she finally ate a cookie last night and held it down.

We LOVE shoes

Well, its that really, really fun time again. Wee One's feet have grown bigger and it is time to get new shoes!!! There is such a price range for toddler shoes (also adults). I love shoes. Wee One loves shoes. Cute, stylish, comfy shoes. I found a pair on clearance at the local dept store...$10.99 for white mary jane Stride Rites! Then I remembered the pair I have kept in the closet that I got on the clearance section of The Children's Place $7!. Fits her well! I went to the website today and got a few more pairs...too cute and each under $12 a piece...I couldn't help myself. New shoes are just about the only thing that can tear her away from her Max and Ruby DVD.

I can be a bigger, more persistent PITA

I know I shouldn't raise my blood pressure late in the day, but I logged onto my credit card website to pay bills this month and there was a late fee!!! I always, always pay my bills on time. I never got a statement this month. Nada. I called the company to see why they didn't send a statement and they said they did. I also had a email alert system set up which also did not send me a message. Anyhow, after being on hold 4 different times and different "supervisors" the fee was dropped ($40!) and I still didn't get to talk to anyone or get an explanation of why I didn't get a statement or email from them. Interestingly, I never came out and said "I want you to waive my late fee." I only said that I wanted to know why they didn't send me a statement or an email to let me know that the payment was due. The website has personalized alerts and my info is all in there, but interestingly, when I hit the "show history of alerts" button, it says "No alerts for the last 30 days." So obviously something is wrong with their website, but I can't seem to talk to anyone about it. I was looking for a place to send an email and didn't find one. So much for being a national bank/ cc company. Must have this kind of call more often than not.

Anyway, I was correct and also trying to help them, but they didn't really have anyone working there that was listening to me. Sad.

Lazy calmness

I have been floating through these last 2 weeks feeling lazy and calm. I feel like something should be happening. When actually, nothing much should be happening right now after what I have been through this summer. I have even been having fantasies of getting pregnant but then I swing to the other extreme of thinking I'll be quite happy with one, esp after a really heavy AF came last weekend.

One of my friends reminded me today, hey you went though major surgery 2 months ago and even though your scar is healed on the outside, you are still healing on the inside. She told me not to forget to take care of myself. I am taking baby steps towards that still. My new resolutions:

1. No ironing. I hate ironing. I love ironed things. My dh has made the decision to take our wrinkly things to the ironing store.
2. I will use the microwave more to make simpler meals. Takeout food is another realistic option that I will exercise without cringing at the expense and sodium content.
3. I will delegate, delegate, and delegate as much as I can at work and in my extracurricular activities.

I guess this is what I was wondering about concerning any life changing events that my tumor experience has brought me.

More tricks to portray myself as the perfect housewife

I was tuning in to my current favorite show, "Top Chef" last week and they had to create a frozen entree. They got a bag of Bertoli pasta meal to examine before they started. Of course, the gullible consumer I am, did what the producers and sponsors wanted me to do. As I was cruising the aisles of Wally world yesterday, There on the end cap was a big selection of the pasta entrees. Well, at $5.97 I thought, hey why not, I'll try it. It was simpler than I thought. You open the bag, dump it into a big non stick skillet, put a lid on it, stir it half way through, and in 10 minutes you are serving and eating. There was plenty to serve me, dh and wee one with leftovers. Very tasty and high quality too. I would have liked more chicken, but for the price, it was really reasonable. I have had thoughts about making this kind of thing but after watching the Top Chef episode, where professional chefs were only able to make one successful dish out of 4.

This and that

Bad PMS the last 2 days. Eating constantly, bloating, weight up on the scale, sore boobies. Also, my right shoulder and neck muscles get sore when I have PMS. No Uber - Bi--h moments yet, but I have already warned my dh. Haven't had it like this in a while. So I was munching through 2 cereal bowls worth of cheddar Sunchips (Hey, I like to delude myself that they are healthy...whole grains!) and watching reruns of Sex and the City just now. It is not as good as I remembered. Perhaps as it is edited for language and nudity, it is just not the same show. "F--k buddy is NOT the same as "Sex Buddy." Perhaps it is just a different time in my life and I can't relate anymore. My concerns involve weaning bedtime sippy cups with milk from a 2 year old rather than finding the perfect shoes for a night out on the town. (I have those already...more than one pair even!)

Lazy days of summer

Well, the wee one has calmed down a bit, no more crazy tricks. Just a few loud protestations here and there. I switched the carseat back to the old "baby" one and she seems to be more content in there. I know the tantrums can come and go in the different times in a child's life, so I am going to try to go with the flow. Her 19 months old cousin is here visiting and wee one seems a bit scare of her. She is louder and more physically advanced (can jump into a swimming pool and bob around in her floatie unassisted). She is the 3rd child with 2 older brothers (7&9) so she has to grow up fast to keep up, unlike my one and only. It is nice to have extended family contact and kids around as I never saw my cousins/ aunts very regularly, only in pictures as we lived in a different country from most everyone.

Harriet Houdini

The story I have today is about how my 2 year old live birth climbed out of her carseat and got into the drivers seat with me a la Britney Spears while I was driving. Oh, and of course she was screaming her head off the whole time (I was picking her up from the baby sitter's house and she had skipped her nap) and didn't stop screaming until she was in my lap. At least by the time she made it there I was 1 block from our driveway. Oh my wild wee one...

Mary Lou Retton

Well, I watch in horror and amazement tonight as Wee One used the mattress to vault her leg up on the crib bars to climb out. She was throwing a tantrum in protest of going to bed. My dh was there and grabbed her thankfully before she could hurt herself. Yes, I have a spirited child. Anyway, she has calmed down and is lying in her crib. So, is it time to take the side down to make the toddler bed? What is going to happen then?!

Food "O" face

I have been enjoying food again as I recover. I mean, really enjoying food!!! To the point of "O" face. Last night I had dh bring home some shrimp scampi and pasta from Johnny Carinos our local chain Italian restaurant. The scampi, which I had never tried was SO GOOD. I told him, as I was sopping up the butter, wine, garlic, tomatoes, basil, and shrimp with a big hunk of bread, that he should go get this for me whenever I am hormonal/ PMS. Tonight, I was getting dinner ready and saw a cook on tv preparing mushrooms. I modified it a bit to my taste but the recipe, I had to share with you all. Scrumptious!!!

Sherry Mushroom Tapas

6-8 White mushrooms
2T Olive oil
1 pat Butter
1 clove Garlic crushed
Salt and pepper
1 T Sherry wine
Parsley
Lemon juice
Bread

Heat sautee pan on medium
Add olive oil, butter and garlic
Place mushrooms in pan, top down
When bottoms are brown, flip mushrooms over
Season with salt and pepper
Add sherry and parsley
When cooked, spritz with lemon juice
Serve with bread

Food book - Animal, Vegetable, Miracle

I recently read the book, "Animal, Vegetable, Miracle" by Barbara Kingsolver. It got me thinking even more about the food I eat and what I feed my family. Since Wee One started eating solid food, (even before, as I was paying attention to what I was eating while breastfeeding), I have been more conscious of what I buy and feed her. It has been a good influence on my diet as I eat her leftovers and she gets a lot of whole grains and fruits because that is what she likes (so that's why I have lost some weight...duh!). She, of course, like any other kid, will eat candy until we run out, but she really prefers fruits, juices, pasta, rice, tortillas, yogurt, peas, corn, cheese, eggs, and milk. Occasionally she'll eat some meat. Not a bad diet for me to follow either.

I have been even more attentive to high fructose corn syrup because I think after a capri sun one day she really crashed into a bad tamtrum (may have just been the 2 year old blues, but this one was really, really bad). Growing up we had liberal access to sodas, chips, etc., but my mom often let them go stale/ flat so that I really didn't care for them any more than any other food. She prepared most of our meals from scratch, chinese home cooking so we ate a lot of veggies, seafood, chicken, and rice. My cooking is an amalgam of chinese/ tex mex/ southern/ quick fix/ italian/ american convenience. I have chips and soda in my house, the soda more for my dh who stopped drinking 3 years ago. We do eat out, sometimes out of boredom/ fatigue at figuring out what to make that will please everyone. It is terrible sometimes what we will put into our bodies to quell the hunger/ keep the routine of a meal.

I do find a lot of pleasure in cooking, preparing meals for my dh and wee one. I have more interest in that than in home decor per se. One of the points of the book that has been sticking with me is the concept of locavore. Now, I live in the desert, not exactly a fertile place, but I do think about and try to buy things that don't have to be shipped from >1000 miles away. So locally, I have noticed tomatoes, melons, and dairy. I live in a big state, but my goal is to try to buy things from in state...like the blueberries I got the other day. It helps that the market I shop at is hq in my own state.

Happy 4th of July!

Right now I am watching a fireworks show from the window in my study. As there are no houses built in front of us nor many buildings (except for a church near us) for a few miles, I can see quite a ways. Pretty nifty to see a show from my house huh! My dh is watching the hot dog eating contest on ESPN2...just your usual July 4th activities for us average Americans with sleep children under 3. Hope everyone has a happy and safe 4th!

Moving along

Not much exciting in these here parts. I still have another week of no work (which I actually don't mind too much) and no driving (my SIL says I am like Paris Hilton under house arrest) and have become the world's worst backseat driver (my poor mum). We have been busy planning wee one's birthday celebration (with many of our friends and family big and small). Shopping and gathering cool stuff such as a balloon pump (only 1.99 at a store I jokingly refer to as "Made in China") and napkins printed with flip flops. We are going to let the kids roam around the yard and feed them lots of pizza, ice cream, cake, and fruit (we have lots of healthy friends).

I have been worrying, with many of you, about how Frances is doing, so be sure to hop on over to her site to wish her well = click on link to "Not, Baby in a Corner."

Arrrghhh....sleep problems

Wee one has started being tantrumy about sleep and also a few other activities, but sleep is the one that concerns me. Crying, throwing stuff out of her crib...saying "NO" when asked to come take a nap, go to bed, take a bath (activity usually right before story time and bedtime). I am not sure why this is happening now exactly. Of course our household has been different since my parents have been living with us for the last 2 weeks since my surgery and I have not been able to do my usual mom things very much. They say we spoil her some and of course, they do too, being grandparents. But in about 1-2 weeks, things should be returning to normal soon. Maybe it will change then, but maybe not. It is the time of terrible twos.

Great news

The final pathology came back on my bum rib and it is definitely benign. HOORAY! What a relief to know it is not malignant, not the dreaded C word, Cancer. It is wonderful to know there is not going to be any more treatment needed...that the weird thing is out of me.

Still recuperating from the surgery. I have felt almost normal the last 2 days, occasional bad twinges of pain nonwithstanding. The only thing is that any kind of exertion or activity leaves me much more tired than usual.

Partly Cloudy

Well, my head is clearing and the world seems less wobbly and wiggly. The pain is mostly tolerable and I am @ the computer again. I had a mild-moderate panic attack because the pathology report came back on the fence, but my doc said not to worry so much now as the specimen is being sent off to Mayo Clinic for further evaluation. What I have is apparently really rare and needs to be really studied. So for now, I rest, recover, write thank you notes for cakes and flowers brought to me, and plan for a 2 year old's birthday party in a few weeks.

This experience has given me some further thoughts on infertility treatments. Going through infertility treatment is difficult because it is like going through medical treatment for a disease. Only difference is that childbearing is supposed to be this "natural process" that every human female is supposed to have the capability to do. The disease is the inability to do so. But the frustration is that inability to do so has so many reasons/ causes and there are so many myths surrounding it.

Anyhoo...my brain sure does weird stuff while on drugs.

back @ home

recovering. dizzy. sleeping a lot. big scar. tired. yuck.

Here I go

My colon is in a tizzy and Aunt Flo arrived yesterday, earlier than usual. My body is purging itself getting ready for my surgery tomorrow. Nerves are so powerful...

I will be expected at the hospital at 5 AM. Now, I am not exactly what you call a morning person, neither my dh. At least I get to rest tomorrow under sedation but he will not. At least the hospital has a Starbucks and I have a stash of gift cards for his benefit.

The only thing that seems to relax me is humorous thoughts about what if I told everyone that I actually had a boob job? Anyhoo...so long rib tumor tomorrow.

Out out damn cough

Cold (or coryza the word missed by the 2nd place finisher (Canadian) at the National Spelling Bee ....when the heck did Canada become part of our country?) symptoms are improving but now I in addition to the snot factory in my head the nagging cough has started. This is not so good as my surgeon did not want me to COUGH any before my surgery as to avoid traumatizing my already fragile tumor filled rib. Tonight after a day of several brands of cough drops, syrups, etc. finally popped something with codeine in it. I am writing this as I feel my body slowly sliding into unconscious oblivion. Must fight to stay coherent. T minus 7 days until the surgery. Maybe I should wear some backless shirts or do nude portraits before I gain a scar.

Sick day

Well, I have a head cold and wee one got up this am and threw up on me. She has been home today with Grandmother and I have been at work trying to heal the sick. I can't even heal myself...ha,ha,ha. No more barfing but I did check her temperature earlier...100. She is napping now and I am blowing my nose for the 100th time today.

There was an interesting story on Today show this morning about the "modern woman." It was about how the WW2 generation had to work because the men were all gone to war (1st wave), the next generation went to work in non traditional women's jobs (wave 2), and now the current generation is opening up business and working part time/ working from home (wave 3) in order to be both mom and working gal. I sure if we go back in the time machine even more, I suspect we are actually wave 3452. Anyway, I say, whatever works for you.

Crabby pants

No, that's not a description of my child, but me at this moment. I think I am just tired from this particular day. Nothing major just daily stuff. I can't even blame AF, as I just finished 2 days ago. Dh seems a bit of the same emotion tonight too. I think I am missing one of my co workers who left for good last week. This person was also a good friend and advice giver to me. I know it was better for them to move on in order to be happier. I think I am also apprehensive about the upcoming surgery. I have people asking me how I am doing and also I am getting things ready at work for when I will be gone. It will be weird having a scar on my back or side I think. No more string bikinis ha.ha.ha...not that I ever have worn one anyway.

And life resumes

I am living the next 3 weeks before the surgery as normally as I can. It is nice having life return to normal for a bit. I am getting things ready for when I can't be doing much and for my parents to come stay with me. New bed and mattress for the guest room and of course, new bedding (I love buying linens) and rearrangement of old bedding. Nesting, I think this is called..feathering the nest. I've had a lot of nice thoughts coming my way from friends, family, and church. I am usually quiet about my health, but this time I knew I needed some support and prayers. Not just for me but for my dh and wee one...some help for them as I am dealing with all this. And also in some ways, to let my friends know not to ignore symptoms that just won't go away.

I think I have been also coping by shopping. Maybe a little too much shopping but I am a bargain hunter so my cc is not maxed out yet!!!!

Get that sucker out!

I saw my surgeon (who reminds me of "Red Duke" the guy who used to do medical stories on TV in the Dallas area) and he wants to cut. I am relieved actually. I was worried it might be a well, we could take it out now or later or never, you have to decide situation. He says if it doesn't come out, it could break, have no chance of healing, and cause me the greatest pain with every breath I took. He is worried it is so fragile that he has banned me from any heavy lifting until the surgery is done and healed...yes folks that includes the wiggly 2 year old person in my house. I have about 3 weeks before the operation due to some scheduling issues so I had having others do the lifting. I have never had major surgery. He was vague about recovery time but made it sound like I would be fine within a week or 2. I am not so sure as it involves cutting, spreading muscles, taking part of the rib out, general anesthesia and intubation...yikes! Anyway, that's my plans for the month of June.

What happened?

Well, got all my tests today and was a pretty good patient considering I had to down 2 cylinders of barium vanilla smoothie. They gave me a big dose of benadryl so I was pretty chill when the actually did the test. They found a benign tumor in my rib that has probably been growing there a for more than 18 years (that's when I first had pain there). Very slow growing but now it is big and destroying the rib (thus the pain). The doctors were all amazed at my high pain tolerance as this is like having a chronically fractured rib. I'll go see the surgeon next week. I am very relieved that it is not cancer. I have never had major surgery so that part I have to find out about and make a decision.

Randomness

I finally got over the coughing, hacking part of my bronchitis but still am having some really bad pain on the left side of my chest. Now, I have a chronic pain because by a rib being out of whack but this has been really bad especially at night when I am sleeping. So I went to the doctor and became a patient once again (I like being the doctor, not the patient). The xray show one funny spot so I went to get a CAT scan. It was going pretty well until they injected some contrast material in me and I got this horrible about to barf feeling, sneezing, and a bad feeling in my throat. YIKES! They stopped it and sent me home with some allergy medication. The radiologist said the lungs looked good but would study the films more. I got a call from my doctor this morning and she said she wanted to see me in her office today. I went over and she wants to finish the scan, but this time with pre-medication for the allergic reaction I had. They are worried about a lesion on my rib. The scan will be in the morning at the hospital so they can watch me closely.

I am still kind of in denial about all this, after all the pain has been there for a long time, just worse since I have been coughing my head off. Part of me says not to worry until I know more and part of me is in deep introspection about life and possibly having a scary fatal condition. I mean, I am a young healthy mother of a 2 year old, a loving dh, a great job, and a new house. I have reached time in my life which is wonderful so I can't be sick. No way.

Mama, mama, mama,...

With these words, Wee One has verbally acknowledged my presence (or lack thereof). I feel like I am officially her mom now that I have heard her wandering around the house uttering "mama, mama." Initially my dh had said it was a distress signal and that "dada" was the word for happiness.

Going to parents day out has really helped her express herself better to me. There is a little less frustration for her in trying to tell me what she wants. It is so interesting that children at this age can be so emphatic in expressing what they want in so few sounds and words they possess.

Sick of being sick

One of my favorite books as a child was, "The Sick of Being Sick Book." No wonder I went into healthcare! Anyway, I think it was one of those you order through the Scholastic book fair things.

Saturday, I woke up with no voice, well, a raspy, whispery voice, and just painful to do any more than that. I consider myself an introvert (less as less as I have gotten older and less inhibited/ more confident) but it was hard not to be able to talk / give orders to my dh esp (ha, ha, ha). I felt ok/ good energy level, etc., but would have a lot of coughing too. Yesterday was better, still coughing especially when I laid down in bed. I managed to get to work today and I would get coughing fits again esp around anyone who was smokey smelling or wore too much cologne. Especially after one really bad fit where I was coughing so bad I thought I would pee in my pants and was gasping for air, my nurse had had it with me. She came in and put the nebulizer machine on my desk and a vial of medicine for it, "TAKE IT" she ordered. Ok, physician heal thyself. Lo and behold it did help. Now I am an asthmatic in denial.

Oh crud

As you noted in the last blog entry I have been feeling out of sorts. I blamed it all on my mental weariness with my life. However yesterday I got dizzy and weak and dh noted I was burning up....ear thermometer read 101.2. Well, it wasn't all just mental, I was sick. Hacking cough, fever, lying about sick. Better today...but still a signal that my body has had it with my life as it has been the last few weeks. Nothing this weekend for me...nothing!!!

Vacay Oh yay

I have been day dreaming about sleeping by myself in a hotel room again. I usually pay some attention to my daydreams as I finally realized it my subconscious trying to tell me something. Maybe it is because one of my mom friends told me she took a week's vacation by herself in Mexico. Actually my 1st reaction to that was, NO WAY I could be gone that long....maybe a weekend at most. However, I heard my own voice say out loud...I thought that was only a mom fantasy. She is a SAHM with 2 kids, now over age 4 so I could rationalize that she REALLY needed it. But, I have been doing a lot lately, not necessarily mom stuff, but other stuff, so there is the reason for my daydream...I want some rest from my whole life. Just a night or 2.

But see the thing is that I just cancelled on a trip this summer that I could have taken by myself or with dh, but he thought we should take wee one too. I finally decided that because most of the trip involved many meetings I would have to attend sans family, that I could not devote any meaningful attention to either meetings or family so I let someone else have the opportunity. So now, after a talk with dh, my conclusion is that he and I will get away for a weekend somewhere to rest/ have fun while GP/ GM take care of wee one this summer. But (here's that BIG but again), can I spend one or 2 nights away from wee one? The irrational part of me thinks that if I am not there something will happen. Is that mommy guilt? Paranoia? Fear after going though ART to get this precious thing that I have to guard her 24/7? I think that is doable for me...just a short break.

Escuela

Wee One started Parents Day Out at the local church Monday...I was so anxious...my baby's starting school. I packed a lunch, bought a nap roll, and hoped that she would enjoy it (I had a feeling she would). She did very well apparently and we have day #2 tomorrow. She has been ready to interact with other kids and this is a good opportunity to do that. We cut our nanny's hours (and pay) back to 3 days a week and I hope everything works out. So far, no complaints from nanny or baby yet.

Family bed question

Ok, I am going to ask a question that I have been wondering about. A lot of my friends/ acquaintances have asked me about how to get their kid out of the family bed. I occasionally mention that we didn't really do this because of the apnea monitor in the early days so our child has always been in a separate bed (was in our room until 5 months of age and then moved to her own room).

As far as advice on getting kids into their own beds, I try to do my best as I am a medical expert type person in my profession(please note I did NOT say parent expert). However, since I do not personally have the experience, I need some help. I think I could answer/ help these people better if I could understand how it all works in the 1st place.

So in the family bed situation, does everyone go to sleep at the same time? Does the baby/ kid get put down 1st? Are naps there too? Does the child start out somewhere else and end up there? Like in our house, the baby goes to bed at 8pm and we go about 10:30 or later, so I am having trouble figuring out who is where and when.

Oh yeah, Mommy blogs!

I was reading a comment over on Baby in a corner's blog and learned this word, "Mommy blog." That is a cool word. In the spirit of this being one of those, one of those who thought she might never be someone's MOMMY, here's my latest MOM discoveries.

1. The Nuby lids fit on Avent bottles. I like the Nuby tops but the bottle was too big for Wee One to handle so I discovered this wonderful option! She still has a hold of her "bottle" but it is not a bottle, it is a sippy cup now (ha, ha, ha...)

2. Thank you God for putting kind people in the path of my almost two year old and me. The ever harried checker at Wally World stopped her crying by handing her the plastic easter eggs I bought. Then he smiled and we all had a brief break from the craziness of the express check out.

3. If you get a sandbox for the backyard, expect to find sand everywhere. EVERYWHERE! In the house, in the car, in the diaper, etc.

Good Housekeeping/ Idiocracy

#1 - This month's issue of Good Housekeeping (with supercool Jada Pinkett, heavy metal rocker, movie star mom on the cover) include the 2nd installment (I missed the 1st installment) of the fertility chronicles. It follows 3 white, married women in the Washington state area as they try/ get pregnant. Interesting stuff, although I get confused who is who sometimes. One is going through IUI, possible about to think about IVF.

#2 - There is a recently released movie called "Idiocracy" with Super hottie Luke Wilson and super funny Maya Rudolph that has the most hilarious and biting comedic section about having babies. It compares the upper-middle class white, educated, snooty couple vs the white"oh shit, I am pregnant again" trailer trash folks.

Office Talk

I had a pause in the middle of a busy day this week and was visiting with one of the drug reps that stopped by. I know many of them well as they have been in the business for many years. This one was one of the newer ones and I am not even sure I could tell you what she sells. She invited me to a evening dinner program and I declined telling her I didn't get out in the evening much due to having a little kid at home. She asked me how old and I told her, thinking it was just the usual polite conversation. She said she was trying to get pregnant (up to IUI) and I mentioned it had taking me some effort to do so. Then she said she had been trying for 4 years. I told her I did IVF. We talked some more and she said that she was so glad I talked to her about my wonderful RE as she had been wondering if that was the next step. As she is under 30, I reassured her that it probably wouldn't be that big a deal but that it was important to make sure there weren't any diseases/ conditions that might need to be treated. She said all her friends got pregnant left and right and of course, this had made her feel even more worried. I told her I was much older when I started and that prayer and friends that understood helped a lot. I told her about the emotional highs and lows that I experienced, and looking into her eyes, I knew she had had some of that already.

It's all fun until someone gets bitten

Wee One and I were exercising today, me doing yoga and her lounging in her easy chair that plays soothing new agey music. I was finishing trying to bend my once flexible body into different positions (off balance tree, half open gate, barely a half cobra, and wobbly warrior pose 1). I finally laid on my back to rest phase and she came over to sit on my tummy and giggle. We sang songs and clapped her hands to "If your happy and you know it." On touch your nose she gamely played along and on the 3rd time we sang it she picked her nose and grinned mischeviously at me. She put her head to my chest and giggled. And then she BIT ME. There is just a thin layer of skin and connective tissue between world and my ribs. I managed to get her to let go and then I clutched my hand to my chest to go look in the mirror to see if I was bleeding or some vital organ was exposed. As I scurried down the hall towards the bathroom mirror, I ran into my DH who proclaimed it to be a love bite without any hemorrhaging. At least it is low enough to be covered by a shirt so people don't think I got a hickey.

There I've said it

I want another kid. In spite of yesterday's vomiting child, spoiled milk, up at 5:30 AM kind of day, I want to have another child. No big surprise to anyone, but I want to say it out loud, put it down in writing on this blog, exclaim it to the universe, my request. Another one would be great. I would even love a bigger family (I think?!)

I don't know if I am ready like go see the RE ready, but in my head I am beginning to formulate that if the old fashion way doesn't work in 6 months more, and I feel the same way, I will head to the RE. I started seeing the RE when I was 32, now I am 36. Am I ready yet? Am I strong enough?

Trapped in AI land

Hi guys...sorry for limited posting recently. Our household has been obsessed with American Idol lately. We got the Karaoke revolution game for the playstation and it has been SO MUCH FUN. Even tonight as we were watching Blake Lewis sing Keane's "Somewhere only we know" we were wondering where the crowd meter and crowd boost bars were...sign of too much video gaming!

Plans, plans

The wee one is ready for some outside stimulation so my plan is to put her in Mothers Day out at one of the local churches. She is one the waiting list at 2 places currently. I was going to keep the nanny and send her 2 days a week to Parents day out. One of my friends says a lot of moms use 2 mothers day outs to create 4 days a week and dispense with the baby sitter. That is one idea, but I am not sure it will work for us. At least not right now. The other option is daycare, but maybe when she is older. So many possibilites. At least we are lucky to have possibilities.

Catch up

Well, we are settling into our new house and I am enjoying it very much. After some mourning for the old one and seeing it empty of our things, I knew it was time to move on. There is finally space for all of our things, esp all the baby stuff. There aren't any houses across the street so it feeling like we are way out in the country.

Wee one is thriving aside from the runny nose/ cold every 2 weeks. She is doing more communication with hand signals lately. Such as patting me on the butt to get me to get up from the chair to go get her something!

I am going to have to discuss naps with our nanny. She likes to take wee one out to the mall or her daughter's house (my good friend) and I think we are getting limited nap time. I am personally a fan of naps in her bed, at least an hour so I am going to have to discuss this with her. She is pretty easy going as far as other issues I have brought up with her and does what I tell her to do. I guess I need to give more directions sometimes. Any nanny advice is appreciated.

Feed the Cats

Bottle

The next to the last silicone Avent nipple has torn and been tossed into the trash. Now that we are down to 1 nipple, I am faced with the question. Do I go buy more nipples or just wait for the last one to wear out and venture into the the land of all sippy cups all the time? Wee One can deftly drink out of anything...bottles, cups, straws, stray 7-up cans my dh leaves lying around...etc. But here's the thing, the LEAST messy for her to handle is the Avent bottles that she has been using since birth (She also had boobie for 5 months but that is a distant memory...mammary?!!...hahaha, excuse me).

We have all the different sippy cups, but Mommy who likes to look for the easiest most convenient delivery system of milk esp in the AM when she is not awake yet, loves the bottle. She is almost 19 months and this would be a good time to make this transition. Much to my own mother's dismay I never made a habit of putting her to bed with a bottle...yes I just stick her in there, put the blanket on, turn off the light and some nights she cries....just a little and never for more than a few minutes. Most sippy cups are just glorified bottles in my opinion. The books are so unrealistic in the no bottle after 1 year rule, but I have felt like such a lazy parent for continuing to use them.

Cocoon

I have been in the cocoon of my house and family all weekend. The artic cold came thru here and today's and yesterday's highs were 29 degrees. Not much in the mood to go out as Wee One is getting over bronchitis and it have been more fun to stay inside and cook and bake and watch TV. Thank goodness this only happens once in a while or else I would weigh a lot more. I do have to emerge tomorrow to go to work, but at least I'll have some good leftovers for lunch.

Time to let go

While I have been excited to be moving to a newer, bigger house, there is a part of me that wondering if this is the right thing to do. The current house suits us pretty well but we are outgrowing it. It is a nice size but the layout and lack of backyard that were ideal 7 years ago when I was a single gal are now with 2 cats, dh, and wee one, and more frequent guest visits (grandparents) it is time to move. I am pretty attached to the currently house most days as it was my 1st house I bought, one of the reasons I got to know my dh (he was my housesitter for a month when I was away on fellowship), and there are so many good memories that have been made here.

I know psychologically it will be good for dh and I to buy a house together and it not be only "MY" house anymore. And I know that we will enjoy the new house with all its space and 2007 amenities and large backyard. For the most part the new construction has gone releatively smoothly other than me picking out a white color for the crown molding that now seems to have a purple tint (lavendar) and that we are going to be very, very close on the completion of the house before closing. Maybe it is just cold feet...ha,ha,ha it was like this before I got married! I'm going to keep praying about this.

Fun at the park

It was a bit chilly today, but with the sun out, it was really nice. Wee one and I went to bring lunch to dh at work and then headed over to the park nearby. I have been wanting to take her there, but didn't get a chance until now. It a newer park, built to be accessible to all kids so I wanted to check it out. Wee one played happily and slid down the slide with glee at least 8 times. She applauded another kid (bigger, older) when he slid down too. I looked around the park. It is bordered by the hospital where wee one was born to the south, my RE's office to the southwest, my OB's office to the east, and the high risk OB's office to the west. I last stood here when I was visiting wee one in the NICU one day, wondering about when I could bring her here to play. After the 10th time down the slide, I took wee one (crying all the way to the car) home. We'll be back.

Life 2007

Well, here I am, smack dab in January 2007. The holidays are over, the presents are opened, and the visiting family has departed. The weather has been cold and rainy and life has resumed its normal schedule. The BIG things happening right now concern shelter and job. We are waiting for our new house to be finished and we will be homeless on January 26 if it is not done by then. All fingers and toes are crossed and prayers are being said daily for all to work out. My dh is interviewing for a new job tomorrow and is planning to leave his family's business. He is going to return to his orginal field of work and utilize his college degree again. It is a time of change.