Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Life is, how should I put this delicately... complex... with 5 children. I do my best to make all errands and appointments as uncomplex as possible. That means scheduling things with as few children as possible. It also means missing nap times for the little ones occasionally. Apparently, I am on strike with missing nap times. For the second week in a row, I have missed a 1:30pm appointment for Jackson. The first one was a follow-up for his surgery. An appointment I was anxious to have to make sure things were healing properly. Day of the appointment, I totally spaced it. I came home from dropping Jacob off at school, put the little ones down for a nap, and sent Jack off to practice reading so I could have some quiet time. Today, Jackson had a dentist appointment at 1:30pm. Again, one I was eager to have to make sure his front tooth is okay. And I spaced it again. I dropped Jacob off at school, put the little ones down for a nap, and sent Jackson off to practice reading so I could get a little computer time in. (So busted). I just saw this dentist 2 weeks ago with Sam and Jake. So I fibbed a little. I told them I had the appointment written on my calendar for tomorrow. Seriously. My spaciness is starting to concern me. Perhaps I need to sleep on it a bit...
Monday, May 17, 2010
Part 2
Before Surgery
Ok, so the week that he was recovering was hell. I don't mean a little bit difficult. I mean HELL! Worse than newborn sleep added to constant crying, a trip to Children's Hospital, the worst breath you have ever smelled, AND the normal wear and tear of 4 other kids. It was beyond words. But we made it. And I don't want to relive it again. So part 2 is out. Sorry. If you need details, call me. I will happily share them when I have recovered... so in maybe the next decade or two.
In Recovery
Ok, so the week that he was recovering was hell. I don't mean a little bit difficult. I mean HELL! Worse than newborn sleep added to constant crying, a trip to Children's Hospital, the worst breath you have ever smelled, AND the normal wear and tear of 4 other kids. It was beyond words. But we made it. And I don't want to relive it again. So part 2 is out. Sorry. If you need details, call me. I will happily share them when I have recovered... so in maybe the next decade or two.
In Recovery
Monday, May 3, 2010
A Multiple Part Series Part I
The last week has been an interesting roller coaster of emotion. We have had more drama than the Bachelor... and all of it was PG!
It started innocently enough with new fabulous hair! Every so often I need a bit of a change. Since I am too scared to pierce anything, I like to change the color of my hair. Last summer I went from "Dublin Mom" highlights to a deep reddish almost purple color. Loved it! And it was hard to keep that color. So after many shades of red (that Miss Clairol and I did), I decided to change it again. So on Tuesday I went to visit Miss Tara, our favorite local hair girl. Over the course of 3 hours, we changed the very red hair to mostly blonde with red still on the ends and then spruced with a nice cut. Love the color, love the cut. And still will be going for crazy blonde as the summer progresses. Stay tuned for it! Since it took 3 hours to get this fabulousness, Jacob was late for school. I wasn't sure what lie I would create for the hens that work in the front office. I decided to just tell them the truth. I think they thought I was lying though :) It was Jacob's first tardy and he was not too happy with me about it. Ah well, sorry sweet boy but beauty rushes for no one.
That evening we spent shopping for Jackson's favorite foods. The next morning he was going into surgery to have his tonsils and adenoids removed and the doctor told him that he is allowed to eat whatever he wants for 2 weeks after the surgery and doesn't have to eat anything healthy. I thought about punching the doctor but decided I wanted him in tip top shape if he was going to be working on my boyfriend. Finished shopping, went home, Tuesday was great... tra la la.
Then Wednesday arrived. VERY early. We had to be at the surgery center at 6:45am. It was 30 minutes away from my house. That is early in the morning. And I don't really care for mornings. But Jack had to do it too and I decided if he could be brave enough, so could I.
So we got to the center, filled out the paperwork, and waited for the nurses to take him back. The came and got him and took us to a little room. The nurse came and explained to him what they would be doing. Then she gave him a little cup of medicine to drink and told me he might look "a little drunk". I would say a more accurate description would have been stoned. He looked stoned. My sweet little 5 year old boy was stoned. And would have been funny had it been someone else's child. But he is mine. And I have been having nightmares about my future ever since! At one point I asked him if he felt ok. He looked at me, smiled, and said "I feel goooooood." Then he laughed about the mask he was decorating and made his fish dance. It was a regular pot party. The nurses came and got him and the fun ended there.
Next time I saw Jack, he was crying with a swollen face from the anesthesia. It was awful! No Mom should have to experience that. He was sad but seemed to be doing okay. He had eaten a popsicle and was now sipping ice water. Actually he was drinking ice water faster than the nurse and I could keep it filled. Then he crashed. He felt sick to stomach and got very pale. He said he just wanted to sleep. So he slept. Finally after an hour, the nurses were kind of kicking us out. They kept telling me he could go home now. I kept telling them I would take him when he could stay awake. Poor Sean was at home the whole time not really knowing what was going on. He got the occasional phone call, but I, of course, had not charged my phone so the battery was VERY low.
Finally we made it home. We were all exhausted emotionally and physically. Oh yeah, and Joshua was running a fever of 103 during all of this. It was fantastic!
It started innocently enough with new fabulous hair! Every so often I need a bit of a change. Since I am too scared to pierce anything, I like to change the color of my hair. Last summer I went from "Dublin Mom" highlights to a deep reddish almost purple color. Loved it! And it was hard to keep that color. So after many shades of red (that Miss Clairol and I did), I decided to change it again. So on Tuesday I went to visit Miss Tara, our favorite local hair girl. Over the course of 3 hours, we changed the very red hair to mostly blonde with red still on the ends and then spruced with a nice cut. Love the color, love the cut. And still will be going for crazy blonde as the summer progresses. Stay tuned for it! Since it took 3 hours to get this fabulousness, Jacob was late for school. I wasn't sure what lie I would create for the hens that work in the front office. I decided to just tell them the truth. I think they thought I was lying though :) It was Jacob's first tardy and he was not too happy with me about it. Ah well, sorry sweet boy but beauty rushes for no one.
That evening we spent shopping for Jackson's favorite foods. The next morning he was going into surgery to have his tonsils and adenoids removed and the doctor told him that he is allowed to eat whatever he wants for 2 weeks after the surgery and doesn't have to eat anything healthy. I thought about punching the doctor but decided I wanted him in tip top shape if he was going to be working on my boyfriend. Finished shopping, went home, Tuesday was great... tra la la.
Then Wednesday arrived. VERY early. We had to be at the surgery center at 6:45am. It was 30 minutes away from my house. That is early in the morning. And I don't really care for mornings. But Jack had to do it too and I decided if he could be brave enough, so could I.
So we got to the center, filled out the paperwork, and waited for the nurses to take him back. The came and got him and took us to a little room. The nurse came and explained to him what they would be doing. Then she gave him a little cup of medicine to drink and told me he might look "a little drunk". I would say a more accurate description would have been stoned. He looked stoned. My sweet little 5 year old boy was stoned. And would have been funny had it been someone else's child. But he is mine. And I have been having nightmares about my future ever since! At one point I asked him if he felt ok. He looked at me, smiled, and said "I feel goooooood." Then he laughed about the mask he was decorating and made his fish dance. It was a regular pot party. The nurses came and got him and the fun ended there.
Next time I saw Jack, he was crying with a swollen face from the anesthesia. It was awful! No Mom should have to experience that. He was sad but seemed to be doing okay. He had eaten a popsicle and was now sipping ice water. Actually he was drinking ice water faster than the nurse and I could keep it filled. Then he crashed. He felt sick to stomach and got very pale. He said he just wanted to sleep. So he slept. Finally after an hour, the nurses were kind of kicking us out. They kept telling me he could go home now. I kept telling them I would take him when he could stay awake. Poor Sean was at home the whole time not really knowing what was going on. He got the occasional phone call, but I, of course, had not charged my phone so the battery was VERY low.
Finally we made it home. We were all exhausted emotionally and physically. Oh yeah, and Joshua was running a fever of 103 during all of this. It was fantastic!
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