Thursday, January 24, 2013

From Bacon...I Handled Shizz


Yesterday was my post-op appointment and this is where I handled shizz!

As I've mentioned (whined) before, the hubs works 2 days at a time so it was a solo day for me. I couldn't get a babysitter for Gavin so my hatred for staples in my tummy outweighed my fear of taking both boys with me to the doctor.

When the nurse scheduled my appointment, I verified, no fewer than three times, that my appointment was at 9:30. The boys are usually up at 7am, we'd plan to leave by 8am to make the 30 minute drive (expecting a one hour drive in morning traffic.)

In this cruel, cruel world a busy morning means both (BOTH!) boys decide to sleep in. Ggrrr! I finally woke them up at 7:15. (I never mentioned that Madden now sleeps from 8pm-7am and even longer sometimes!!! I'm working on having him teach his older brother!) So, while I was feeding Madden his morning bottle I decided to check my appointment online. Sure enough, my dumb appointment was at 9am!!!

We'd HAVE to be out of the house no later than 8 and pray for no traffic to make it. Which means I'd have to hurry M's bottle, get the boys dressed, pack bottles, look presentable and load up in less than 30 minutes.

I handled shizz! We were loaded at 8:07!

Inevitably, I hit EVERY red light on the way to the freeway. Two separate times I was cutoff and those two cars made it through the yellow lights leaving me first in line for the red. Jerks!

Even then, I handled shizz because I didn't even get worked up. (Might've helped that I was on the phone with Ketchup the whole time.)

I'm not sure how it happened but we made it to the hospital with 10 minutes to spare. 10 minutes to get both boys into the hospital and check in.

I loaded Madden's car seat into the stroller and was going to have Gavin walk. As soon as he saw Madden using the stroller, he started melting down. He wanted in. I thought about carrying Madden's seat and trying to push the 30+ pound toddler, one-handed, in the stroller. Then I remembered that I had one of Gavin's "motorcycles" in the car (really, its a folding tricycle.) He joyfully rode his motorcycle into the hospital while I pushed Baby. I handled shizz!

The rest is just a fluke. Despite all the waiting both boys just did great. I can't take any credit for that. Gavin was busy but that's just normal. Madden got a little antsy in his seat but that's just normal too. I didn't even cry when the doctor took out the 10 staples that had been in my stomach for a week. Not even when the largest incision ripped open when he pulled out the staples.

Treats all around! We stopped for an iced coffee (for momma) and a smoothie (for Gavin) because I handled shizz! I was so proud of myself!

It was the car ride home where things started to come unraveled.

Gavin wanted his shoes and socks off. He'd ask for my help, I'd reach back and he'd pull his foot away. Then he'd cry because he wanted his shoes and socks off. He wouldn't drink the $2.50 smoothie because I poured it into his sippy cup instead of letting him drink it out of the cup it came in. Then when we got home, Gavin lost his shizz when I had to feed Madden. He cried for about 15 minutes straight. I finally sat him next to me on the couch and watched some tv.

But...none of that matters because I handled shizz outside of the house!!!

*No pics on this post because it was hard enough to handle shizz without taking pics.*

From Bacon...Who Needs A Gall Bladder

I know I've been MIA. No excuses. Or, really, just the same old lots-going-on-I-have-two-boys-who-run-my-life-my-toddler-now-sleeps-in-my-bed-regularly-and-my-husband-works-48-hour-shifts.

New Years eve eve (that's Decemebr 30th incase I lost you) I had to go to the ER after enduring the most insane pain that had me rolled into the fetal position on the living room floor for an hour (while the kiddos napped at the same time for the first time in days!)

EKG, X-ray, ultrasound and blood work was done and I had gall stones.

Helpful tip: DO NOT eat pizza when you unknowingly have gall stones. You will have a gall bladder attack but not know what it is and assume you're dying.

This past week (January 16th, more than two weeks from the first attack) I had my gall bladder removed. (During those two weeks I had to steer clear of all delicious foods for fear of having another attack.)

Surgery was pretty easy, the parts I remember at least. I left the hospital sans gall bladder (I'm assuming) with four tiny incisions.

It wasn't until the next day when I removed the bandaids (I'm crazy allergic to the adhesives on bandaids and can only handle them for two days before I become an itching maniac) that I saw staples. My post-op appointment wasn't for a week. I'd just have staples for seven days?!?

Yep!!!
The bloated, stapled, gut 24 hours after surgery
Staples are not fun so have and especially when you have a toddler and a baby that like to kick! They were constantly being snagged, pulled and irritated! (Post-Op appointment post coming next!)

Life without a gall bladder is pretty much the same as before except there are more frequent trips to the bathroom. Some foods just go right through me (TMI?) It really doesn't bother me. It's currently serving as my diet as I'm making up for time without bacon while my bum gall bladder was still around.

So that's the excitement for me in 2013!

Friday, January 18, 2013

From Ketchup…Epic Mishap

If you follow me on instagram then yesterday you saw that I had quite the mishap with the soy sauce. And boy did I.

Have you ever had one of THOSE days? I don’t know what my problem was yesterday but I just wasn’t thinking. And it sucked and I paid for it…in the form of a soy sauce spray tan!

The boys and I ran to the store yesterday morning after dropping the hubs off at work. We got home and I needed to quickly feed the kidlets breakfast while I put the groceries away so we could get to Costco before swim class.

So while I was running here and there putting the groceries away the kids were eating some of those cake sugar cookies with the frosting on them. (When purchasing these cookies my gut told me it was an awful decision because they make such an incredible mess but my “let’s-just-get-a-treat-because-it-feels-like-that-kind-of-day” won out…(side note to a side note:Yes, I fully realize this is NOT a good breakfast).

Anywho, I was working up quite the sweat putting stuff away so naturally, I took off my pants. What?! You don’t take off your pants when you get hot?! No? Hmm…well you’re just weird! When I get hot I don’t take off the sweatshirt I’m wearing, that makes WAY too much sense. I don’t know what it is but when I get hot the pants come off.

So here I am running around the house like a crazy lady in my underwear, socks, and sweatshirt. I’ve put away all the stuff that belongs in the house and so I moved out to the garage to put away the garage fridge stuff. Ya know, all the extra cheese, meat, and produce. Well the damn garage fridge door doesn’t stay open on its own because the fridge isn’t level. This makes me absolutely crazy. All the while your trying to organize shit in the fridge the damn door is closing on you, hitting you in the elbow, head or back. It really infuriates me!!! So I grab the first thing I can find to prop the door open so the constant swinging of the door STOPS! And what do I grab? Soy sauce!! AH HA…my saving grace! The giant Costco sized bottle of soy sauce!

All was well until…well, until it wasn’t. Of course, because I was moving too quickly and because, well, I was half dressed and needed to be punished, the soy sauce became dislodged and crashed to the hard cement garage floor.

What a mess!!!! It went everywhere!!!!!! All over the freshly painted white walls of the garage, inside the pantry closet we have right next to the fridge (naturally this was open as I was putting stuff away), all over the inside of the freezer (which is at the bottom of the garage fridge) and all over my bare legs giving me a very cold but decent spray tan! Any and all obscenities known to man were shouted at octaves heard by every person within a 10 mile radius. Dumb.
      
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Soy sauce runs...reminiscent of spray tan runs no?? (damn hot sexy legs tho right??)
  I can laugh about it now…sure, but I was pisssssssed!

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See!!!...I'm a total hot mess...and pantless!
I grabbed some old towels and a huge cup of water and wiped most of it up. Unfortunately these pictures were taken after I thought “Hey THIS would make a great post” and took said pictures and man I really should have taken a pic of  my legs. Wowza!

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This is what I managed to salvage...because I'm cheap!
So after I came in from the garage massacre I found my sweet angel boys playing in mounds of smashed cookies because the soy sauce spray tan just wasn’t enough.

Needless to say I found a nice cushy spot on the linoleum floor and had myself a good cry. Why?! Because I felt like it dammit!!!!! What a morning!!

Have you had one of ‘those’ days before? Interested in writing a guest post? Hit me up!

Saturday, January 12, 2013

From Bacon...PSA

Friends... If you're anything like me, you've encouraged your wee one(s) to "grow big and strong."

I urge you now, STOP!

They will, in fact, grow big and strong, and use their new-found powers to climb their big, strong bodies right out of their cribs.

This will cause complete and utter chaos as you are forced to prematurely move them to a "big kid bed."

Sleep will be minimal* (for EVERYONE,) tears will be ample (from EVERYONE) and you will consider drastic measures (sending said child to live with meemaw and papa, handcuffing the child to the bed, driving far, far away...)

I recommend you, instead, encourage the children to "stay just the way they are." Cute, cuddly, compact and IN THEIR CRIBS.

Learn from my mistakes dear people. Learn.

*The lack of consistent sleep (aka mommy-time) is also the reason you haven't read anything from me in moooonths. I'm sorry. I'm here. I have things to say that aren't all "wah wah wah I suck at parenting and can't muster up whatever is needed to re-sleep train my child." In the mean time WAAAAAAAAH!!!

Monday, January 7, 2013

From Ketchup…Mayhem Monday

The update of all updates!

Ummm…soooo…it’s been foreva, eva since I’ve written. I was feeling a little a lot guilty about this until I reminded myself that we’re writing for us and well I’ve had quite a TON going on lately. But seriously it’s been 2 months…no excuses!

*I feel like the last 2 months have been crrraaazzzy town for us. Back in November we went to Cali for by BIL’s wedding and to visit with our other halves! We had a fantastic time and Bacon and I are going to put together a joint post (with LOOoots of pics!) hopefully someday. Someday.

*After we got home it was Thanksgiving. This was the first Thanksgiving I’ve had with my side of the family in years, they’ve always lived too far away so that was nice to spend it with my whole immediate family. That’s why we moved to the ‘ho right?! Well one of them at least.

*The Thanksgiving weekend we moved out of my parent’s house. When we moved from Cali we moved in with my parents. We lived there for 10 months. It was a great 10 months and we were able to reestablish our savings account (which was the main goal) since Hunter got sick we’ve been unable to save a dime. Everything went towards medical debt. Which we are STILL dealing with but FINALLY we have some serious cash in the bank! YEA!!!

So we got all our crap out of storage and moved into a duplex with a basement. The kids are in heaven with all the extra space and I think it’s been an all around great thing. We moved on good terms with my parents and I think everyone is enjoying their own space.

*We FINALLY, finally got some test results back on Hunter and myself. We went to Seattle Children’s back in October. So basically we now know that Hunter does in fact need IVIG, the docs are keeping him at 8 week dosage intervals but bumping up the dosage because he has grown like a weed. (2 inches since July!! No wonder those pants I bought him September are now high waters! OY!) His immune system is working but not normally. His T-cell helpers (the guys that fight infection) aren’t communicating with the B-cells (his memory cells that remember how to fight infection) so the lack of proper communication makes him more susceptible to infection. We also found out that I have a genetic mutation which we suspect H has, which is the major cause of all this BUT the mutation was just discovered in July 2011 and there isn’t much known about it yet.

So the next step is to do the genetic test on both Hunter and Colton and go from there. As of now the docs are happy with the therapy plan we have for H and so we’ll continue that. They also think it’s a good idea for us to put H into preschool to start exposing him to ‘other germs’ so we’ll start that late spring/summer to hopefully avoid the major flu season. I’m excited for him and hella nervous at the same time. EEEeeee!!!! In the meantime, I enrolled him in swim class which he starts tomorrow. It’s gonna be great!

*We took our very first professional family photos ever! I’ve taken the kids to have theirs done but never with the hubs and I too. I’m ridiculously happy with them. The boys were AMAZING for the photographer and totally shocked the hell outta the hubs and I with how well they did.
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THIS happy family is going to be blown up and put on our wall in canvas for all to see!
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I mean COME ONE!!! I can't get enough of this one! Too much...too much!
*We had our very first Christmas here in the ‘ho as well. We introduced the boys to Peppermint, our Elf of the Shelf. (If you don’t follow me on instagram you should…www.instagram.com/theketchupmaven, all our Peppermint mischief and other ketchup nonsense is on there). We had a blast with him and I can’t wait for him to visit next year. Hunter was just starting to really get into looking for him every morning as we got closer to Christmas. Next year he’ll def be all over it! Santa brought the boys a train table and it has quickly become our most favorite toy! Christmas was different for me this year. Last year we spent Christmas in the OICU at Children’s Hospital in Orange with Hunter so anything is better then doing that again. I need to write a separate post on all things Christmas. It’s just too much and this is already getting too long.

So if you’ve stuck around this long stay tuned…more to follow. The kidlets are in need of some lunch. Mom duties are-a-callin’!