My son has some sort of fascination with deodorant. He's not even two yet.
The other day I caught him rifling around in my purse that I had stupidly left on the floor in a prime location to be burglarized. He tossed my wallet, and found my Secret. Hey, a girl always needs to be prepared to layer on a little extra freshness, right? Anyway, he grabbed the blue container, ripped the lid off and before I could blink, he had rubbed some all over his sweet little head.
I didn't have time right then to give him a bath, so my child ran around for two hours with a white head and smelling like springtime.
About 20 minutes ago my daughter came to me with my husband's deodorant. "Throw it away", I told her. I figured if it was just laying around, then it must be empty. Well, instead of tossing it in the garbage, she decided to give it to her brother who immediately rolled some onto his head.
Sigh......
At least it isn't Desitin. When I was little my mom found me in my room covered in it. Small prayer of thanks that I didn't come across THAT!
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Sunday, May 26, 2013
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Gall bladder
I started getting gall bladder attacks during my second pregnancy. I can remember being in my bedroom and then getting this God-awful stomach ache. It passed relatively quickly and I don't think I even realized at that point what it was I was dealing with. Then, last summer right before work started, I got about 3 days in a row that I go the attacks. The worst happened when my husband was out of town for the day and I was home with my infant and my little girl. The pain was so bad, I laid on my bedroom floor and thought to myself, "so this is what a heart attack feels like".
I did go in and get a both an ultrasound and a CT scan and sure enough, gall stones. Seriously? I had had some kidney stones a few years ago and my heart issues have always been around. One more organ giving me issues, oh come on! I did think about doing surgery, but starting back to work after my baby was quickly approaching and I knew I couldn't get in before work started. So, I put it off.
Months went by and I didn't think much of it. About 2 weeks ago, I got another attack. Again, hubby and this time baby were visiting family hundred miles away and so my mom came and took my munchkin for awhile. That attack lasted about 7 hours and then I was fine. In the back of my mind I planned to make an appointment over the summer to get the darn gall bladder out.
Well, fast forward to last Wednesday night. Hubby is always home late on Wednesdays. He called and said he was bringing supper home and supper turned out to be fried chicken and onion rings. I had one large breast and two onion rings and almost instantly I realized that they just didnt taste that good and I wasn't feeling so hot. We ate late, at around 7pm and I went to bed kind of early because I just didn't feel myself.
By midnight I was en route to the closest ER with my husband driving, my groaning in the front seat, and my two kids bundled up and sleeping in the back of the car. Hubs walked me into the ER and then went back out to stay with the kids. We wanted to let them sleep instead of taking them into the hospital.
I was very quickly diagnosed with gallstones and pancreatitis. WHAT? I had not even thought that was a possibility, that pancreatitis. Evidently one of the stones and gotten stuck in the duct between the pancreas and the gall bladder and my pancreas had "sludge" in it and was inflamed. THe docs told me I was being admitted and I'd have that sucker out pretty quick. I quick called my husband in the car and told him to take the kids home and back to bed. I figured they wouldn't be doing surgery until the morning and by then we could have a relative come and stay with the baby while our daughter was at school.
Turns out, that my cardiologist wanted me to switch to the hospital he was at. Made sense. I have unique cardiac needs. Let's just say, however, that the surgeon who was going to do it at the first hospital got his panties in a twist when he found that out. What a conceited, rude doctor? He came up and grilled me on why I would want to leave. So glad I got out of there!
My husband took me over to the other hospital and I got settled in, only to be told that since it was now Friday morning surgery would not occur until Monday. It was the weekend and they had to wait for my pancreas to heal up a bit. Know what that meant? Not only was I stuck in a hospital for days and days, but it also meant I couldn't eat ANYTHING the entire time. That's right, I had no food or liquid except ice chips for 5 days. That was the worst part, that and my pancreas making me want to kill myself because the pain was so bad. So bad in fact, that not even morphine could make it ease up all the way.
Now, you know my husband has anxiety issues. There he was, with his wife in the hospital and two kids to take care of at home with a puppy. He actually sent the two kids to my inlaws for the weekend. It still stunk because he wasn't there that much. I know he had lots to do but my mom, dad, and sister took over staying with me. I didn't mind for the most part, was just sad Hubs wasn't there.
I had my gall bladder removed yesterday. I remember when I was being wheeled down, that my husband was still not there. He had an appt at the VA to see his psych at 9am and with my surgery starting at 10 he had time to go. Turns out, he was more nervous/anxious than we realized and he didn't make it back before I went into surgery. He made it back before I was wheeled back into the room. In fact, he had been there for 5 minutes when the phone rang to let the family know how I was and when my parents reached for the phone, he got a little p.o about it. I saw both sides. Really, my husband was the one who should have asnwered and gotten all the info, but he wasnt there and even though my parents understood, I think it was weird for them because all my other surgeries as a kid, it was them waiting for the call from the OR. Oh well.....glad I was passed out and missed all that nonsense! It's a blessing really, that so many people were there for me.
The surgery went well. They did it laposcopically instead of cutting me open. It's less invasive that way, but let me tell you, they are still pulling an organ out of you through a hole in your belly button. OW! I woke up in the recovery room in pain. Later I felt much better and went without pain meds for quite a few hours. Last night the pain got pretty bad, but a few oxycodone and it was better.
So that's it. My gall bladder is gone. I'm still sore and my stomach is still swollen from where they pumped gas into me to see the organs better. I'm off work the rest of this week and then next week is spring break and i'm off 2 days after that is over because I can't go back until i see my followup appointment. I have an extended spring break I guess. Not how I wanted that to happen, but I'm hoping i feel better really soon.
My biggest problem is going to be the weight restriction. I can't lift over 10 pounds for 6 weeks because I could very easily give myself a hernia. Not a huge deal with my job, but I have a toddler. He is not going to understand that I can't lift him up in or out of his crib, or have him climb up on me. My poor Hubs is going to have to be the one to do all that and I'm a little nervous. I think he'll do great, but if the kids start acting up, I think my husband could get really snippy really fast. However, maybe I'm wrong. The week I was in the hospital, he did really well being the single parent. So proud of him!
That's my story. My pancreas is tender. I tell you what, if you have gall bladder attacks, run, don't walk to a surgeon and get an appointment to get that sucker taken out. I waited too long and as a result I didn't get to do it on my terms.
I did go in and get a both an ultrasound and a CT scan and sure enough, gall stones. Seriously? I had had some kidney stones a few years ago and my heart issues have always been around. One more organ giving me issues, oh come on! I did think about doing surgery, but starting back to work after my baby was quickly approaching and I knew I couldn't get in before work started. So, I put it off.
Months went by and I didn't think much of it. About 2 weeks ago, I got another attack. Again, hubby and this time baby were visiting family hundred miles away and so my mom came and took my munchkin for awhile. That attack lasted about 7 hours and then I was fine. In the back of my mind I planned to make an appointment over the summer to get the darn gall bladder out.
Well, fast forward to last Wednesday night. Hubby is always home late on Wednesdays. He called and said he was bringing supper home and supper turned out to be fried chicken and onion rings. I had one large breast and two onion rings and almost instantly I realized that they just didnt taste that good and I wasn't feeling so hot. We ate late, at around 7pm and I went to bed kind of early because I just didn't feel myself.
By midnight I was en route to the closest ER with my husband driving, my groaning in the front seat, and my two kids bundled up and sleeping in the back of the car. Hubs walked me into the ER and then went back out to stay with the kids. We wanted to let them sleep instead of taking them into the hospital.
I was very quickly diagnosed with gallstones and pancreatitis. WHAT? I had not even thought that was a possibility, that pancreatitis. Evidently one of the stones and gotten stuck in the duct between the pancreas and the gall bladder and my pancreas had "sludge" in it and was inflamed. THe docs told me I was being admitted and I'd have that sucker out pretty quick. I quick called my husband in the car and told him to take the kids home and back to bed. I figured they wouldn't be doing surgery until the morning and by then we could have a relative come and stay with the baby while our daughter was at school.
Turns out, that my cardiologist wanted me to switch to the hospital he was at. Made sense. I have unique cardiac needs. Let's just say, however, that the surgeon who was going to do it at the first hospital got his panties in a twist when he found that out. What a conceited, rude doctor? He came up and grilled me on why I would want to leave. So glad I got out of there!
My husband took me over to the other hospital and I got settled in, only to be told that since it was now Friday morning surgery would not occur until Monday. It was the weekend and they had to wait for my pancreas to heal up a bit. Know what that meant? Not only was I stuck in a hospital for days and days, but it also meant I couldn't eat ANYTHING the entire time. That's right, I had no food or liquid except ice chips for 5 days. That was the worst part, that and my pancreas making me want to kill myself because the pain was so bad. So bad in fact, that not even morphine could make it ease up all the way.
Now, you know my husband has anxiety issues. There he was, with his wife in the hospital and two kids to take care of at home with a puppy. He actually sent the two kids to my inlaws for the weekend. It still stunk because he wasn't there that much. I know he had lots to do but my mom, dad, and sister took over staying with me. I didn't mind for the most part, was just sad Hubs wasn't there.
I had my gall bladder removed yesterday. I remember when I was being wheeled down, that my husband was still not there. He had an appt at the VA to see his psych at 9am and with my surgery starting at 10 he had time to go. Turns out, he was more nervous/anxious than we realized and he didn't make it back before I went into surgery. He made it back before I was wheeled back into the room. In fact, he had been there for 5 minutes when the phone rang to let the family know how I was and when my parents reached for the phone, he got a little p.o about it. I saw both sides. Really, my husband was the one who should have asnwered and gotten all the info, but he wasnt there and even though my parents understood, I think it was weird for them because all my other surgeries as a kid, it was them waiting for the call from the OR. Oh well.....glad I was passed out and missed all that nonsense! It's a blessing really, that so many people were there for me.
The surgery went well. They did it laposcopically instead of cutting me open. It's less invasive that way, but let me tell you, they are still pulling an organ out of you through a hole in your belly button. OW! I woke up in the recovery room in pain. Later I felt much better and went without pain meds for quite a few hours. Last night the pain got pretty bad, but a few oxycodone and it was better.
So that's it. My gall bladder is gone. I'm still sore and my stomach is still swollen from where they pumped gas into me to see the organs better. I'm off work the rest of this week and then next week is spring break and i'm off 2 days after that is over because I can't go back until i see my followup appointment. I have an extended spring break I guess. Not how I wanted that to happen, but I'm hoping i feel better really soon.
My biggest problem is going to be the weight restriction. I can't lift over 10 pounds for 6 weeks because I could very easily give myself a hernia. Not a huge deal with my job, but I have a toddler. He is not going to understand that I can't lift him up in or out of his crib, or have him climb up on me. My poor Hubs is going to have to be the one to do all that and I'm a little nervous. I think he'll do great, but if the kids start acting up, I think my husband could get really snippy really fast. However, maybe I'm wrong. The week I was in the hospital, he did really well being the single parent. So proud of him!
That's my story. My pancreas is tender. I tell you what, if you have gall bladder attacks, run, don't walk to a surgeon and get an appointment to get that sucker taken out. I waited too long and as a result I didn't get to do it on my terms.
Monday, July 23, 2012
The kids
My little baby boy is almost 10 months old. It seems like only yesterday I was sitting at the kitchen table with my feet up because my ankles were so swollen they were disgusting. Time sure does fly sometimes. Just the other day he fit so well into my hands and was so teeny tiny. Now the little munchkin is crawling all over the place and he's been pulling himself up on everything. Yesterday he walked around the coffee table and around the couch by holding onto the furniture. Yikes, not sure I'm ready for walking yet. In fact, I know I'm not!
Then there's my baby girl. She's been through so much, including the time in our lives when Hubby wasn't receiving any help from the VA. She has had to see a lot, go through a lot. I've tried to shield her, but I'm sure it's affected her....how could it not? She's such a trooper though. She's definitely got the sassy attitude....wonder where she got that? Lol. She's very artistic and I just can't wait to see what awesome things she continues to accomplish as she gets older.
Sometimes, all the time I worry about how all this PTSD crap is going to affect my kids. Will they grow up thinking that this environment is normal? I sure hope not. I pray that they aren't going to need years of therapy and blame their mom for staying in an environment that isn't always probably the healthiest. There's no abuse here, let me be clear. It's just.....well......Our household is not really a happy one. Hubs is depressed all the time. I'm stressed out majority of the time. How did we get here? This is definitely NOT how I envisioned raising my kids. I always wanted a very involved husband, and I always pictured us being very outgoing and taking our kids lots of places and having the Donna Reed type home where everything is happy happy. Well, I'm not Donna Reed and he is definitely no whatever-Donna-Reed's-husband-was-called.
We do try though. Even though Hubs is depressed all the time, he does try to put on a happy face for the kids. We don't do as much outside the home as other families, but we do get out on outings like the local zoo, we take our daughter to the movies and I try to have a few playdates for her. Even through all that though....there are days that I'm just too exhausted by the end of the day to make a great home-cooked meal for her. My family eats more take-out and hotdogs than I'd care to admit.....but my kids are clean, fed, and they are loved. Yes they are.
I hope they know how much we love them. I think they do. I hope that in the end, they grow up realizing that their dad did his best, and that he was a good dad, despite, or perhaps in spite of his fog of depression and anxiety. I hope they grow up knowing their mom shielded them as best she could from the brunt of his irrational mood swings and anxiety-driven rages. I think they'll grow up maybe a little older than their years, maybe with a little more weight on their shoulders than they should have had to have bared. But.....Above all else, I hope they know that their mom and dad did their best. That they love them, that they want the best for them, and that we would do anything for them.
I think they will.
Then there's my baby girl. She's been through so much, including the time in our lives when Hubby wasn't receiving any help from the VA. She has had to see a lot, go through a lot. I've tried to shield her, but I'm sure it's affected her....how could it not? She's such a trooper though. She's definitely got the sassy attitude....wonder where she got that? Lol. She's very artistic and I just can't wait to see what awesome things she continues to accomplish as she gets older.
We do try though. Even though Hubs is depressed all the time, he does try to put on a happy face for the kids. We don't do as much outside the home as other families, but we do get out on outings like the local zoo, we take our daughter to the movies and I try to have a few playdates for her. Even through all that though....there are days that I'm just too exhausted by the end of the day to make a great home-cooked meal for her. My family eats more take-out and hotdogs than I'd care to admit.....but my kids are clean, fed, and they are loved. Yes they are.
I hope they know how much we love them. I think they do. I hope that in the end, they grow up realizing that their dad did his best, and that he was a good dad, despite, or perhaps in spite of his fog of depression and anxiety. I hope they grow up knowing their mom shielded them as best she could from the brunt of his irrational mood swings and anxiety-driven rages. I think they'll grow up maybe a little older than their years, maybe with a little more weight on their shoulders than they should have had to have bared. But.....Above all else, I hope they know that their mom and dad did their best. That they love them, that they want the best for them, and that we would do anything for them.
I think they will.
Monday, June 25, 2012
Homemade baby food
Lots of people make their own baby food. I've never bothered because I assumed it would be too difficult, too time-consuming, and too expensive. With Munchkin, all she ate was store-bought baby food. Hey, I survived on Gerber, why not her? This time around, with Junior, quite a few more of my friends are into the babyfood making. It got me wondering....is it really that easy?
Today I decided to give it a whirl. I had a huge bag of frozen green beans that I decided to experiment with. I didn't steam them, like some websites advised me to do. Instead, I boiled them (also a popular method). I don't have a steamer and boiling seemed just dandy to me. I used not even half the bag of green beans (it was a large bag from Cosco).
I ended up blending them in my hand held chopper because Junior has some teeth and pureed doesn't seem to cut it with him. It's definitely a little chunkier than I thought, but still smooth enough for him to get down without a problem. In fact, I think he'll really like it.
I had forgotten to run out and get the storage cups they sell at Babies R US and we didn't have any ice cube trays either. However, I had kept quite a few of the plastic gerber containers and I used those to store the green beans. They worked great!! I ended up filling up 5 of those containers. At almost 2.00 a container in the store, I just made $10.00 worth of baby food out of not even half a bag of green beans. Hey, I think this stuff does save money!
Today I decided to give it a whirl. I had a huge bag of frozen green beans that I decided to experiment with. I didn't steam them, like some websites advised me to do. Instead, I boiled them (also a popular method). I don't have a steamer and boiling seemed just dandy to me. I used not even half the bag of green beans (it was a large bag from Cosco).
I ended up blending them in my hand held chopper because Junior has some teeth and pureed doesn't seem to cut it with him. It's definitely a little chunkier than I thought, but still smooth enough for him to get down without a problem. In fact, I think he'll really like it.
I had forgotten to run out and get the storage cups they sell at Babies R US and we didn't have any ice cube trays either. However, I had kept quite a few of the plastic gerber containers and I used those to store the green beans. They worked great!! I ended up filling up 5 of those containers. At almost 2.00 a container in the store, I just made $10.00 worth of baby food out of not even half a bag of green beans. Hey, I think this stuff does save money!
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Moving on out, -- helping the sis
Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there!
My mother's day weekend has been busy so far. Yesterday was the official "move out" day for my sister. She waited until the last minute to call, but she did manage to get a moving company to come get her stuff. But, they didn't do any packing so bright and early Mom, Dad, and I went with her to his house to pack up all her stuff. Wow, she has a lot. In fact, his house is looking pretty bare without all her things in it. He had told her once that her and her stuff had made his house a home. Well, now it's back to being a house. A very blah, sterile house.
I refrained from "accidentally" bashing in his wall while moving objects. I didn't abscond with any of his things (who would want them, really?). I just wanted to get her packed, loaded up, and out of there. My parents were champs. They are definitely NOT spring chickens and there they were, knee-deep in boxes and bubble tape, wrapping up all her things.
She's all settled in now, at my parents house. Their basement is full of her things. Things that, I hope, will be out of there fairly soon. I think her plan is to live with my parents for a little while and save up. I hope she buys a condo or a townhouse when she does end up moving back out. No more moving in with boys! UG! When she finds her true someone, he can move in with her!
All she has left to do is return his keys and his garage door opener. I hope she just drops them off in his mailbox or something, or mails them to him. She doesn't need to see him again. I believe my dad suggested that HE might just have to drop by and return them. I'd love to be a fly on the wall for that conversation!!
My mother's day weekend has been busy so far. Yesterday was the official "move out" day for my sister. She waited until the last minute to call, but she did manage to get a moving company to come get her stuff. But, they didn't do any packing so bright and early Mom, Dad, and I went with her to his house to pack up all her stuff. Wow, she has a lot. In fact, his house is looking pretty bare without all her things in it. He had told her once that her and her stuff had made his house a home. Well, now it's back to being a house. A very blah, sterile house.
I refrained from "accidentally" bashing in his wall while moving objects. I didn't abscond with any of his things (who would want them, really?). I just wanted to get her packed, loaded up, and out of there. My parents were champs. They are definitely NOT spring chickens and there they were, knee-deep in boxes and bubble tape, wrapping up all her things.
She's all settled in now, at my parents house. Their basement is full of her things. Things that, I hope, will be out of there fairly soon. I think her plan is to live with my parents for a little while and save up. I hope she buys a condo or a townhouse when she does end up moving back out. No more moving in with boys! UG! When she finds her true someone, he can move in with her!
All she has left to do is return his keys and his garage door opener. I hope she just drops them off in his mailbox or something, or mails them to him. She doesn't need to see him again. I believe my dad suggested that HE might just have to drop by and return them. I'd love to be a fly on the wall for that conversation!!
Monday, May 7, 2012
Dumb ass fiance
There's been family drama over here. Two days ago I got an hysterical phone call from my baby sister and before she even told me the words, my heart sunk and I knew, without her saying, what would cause that kind of hysterical sobbing. You see, my sister is due to get married in.....5 months. Her fiance came home that day and told her he didn't know if he loved her enough to get married.
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
He then left to go to church to "pray". This, coming from the boy who has been to church like 3 times in the 2 years they've been together. Anyway, she went to mom and dad's and I drove over to comfort her. I won't get into all of the supposed reasons, but they've been happy, no signs and out of the blue he throws this at her? He didn't contact her the rest of that day and then yesterday he hadn't either. Finally, at around 4pm mom drove her over to their house so she could get some clothes. He was actually there and they chatted for a few minutes. My sister said he was very cold to her and she asked him if he even cared, if this was bothering him and he said "no". He then left to go to his mommy's house for his sunday dinner he goes to every sunday.
I am so unbelievably pissed off right now. My entire family is so mad. My husband was home when I got the call from her and he wanted to go over and get her so she wouldn't drive, but she did anyway. Now he wants to go over with my dad and have a discussion with him. I advised probably not the best idea there, although I'd love to see him get put in his place. No one messes with my sister.
I don't know how they're going to resolve this. He doesn't seem that bothered by it, and yet, he still doesn't know if he loves her. Why the hell did he not think about this before they got engaged? He is very analytical and we're not sure if he's talking himself out of this or what.
My sister is a freaking mess. Although, last night she was talking about getting an apartment and moving on. I don't think she'll be the one to call it off....she'll wait for him to say the words. I don't really know if they can repair their relationship now. It doesn't seem like he's even interested in trying. This is crazy. He was the one that my parents loved, that treated her so good, that made a perfect pair with her. Now...I think he's a jackass. Even if by some reason they manage to patch things up, I will never think of him the same way again. None of us will.
Ug, I want to kick him in the ass.
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
He then left to go to church to "pray". This, coming from the boy who has been to church like 3 times in the 2 years they've been together. Anyway, she went to mom and dad's and I drove over to comfort her. I won't get into all of the supposed reasons, but they've been happy, no signs and out of the blue he throws this at her? He didn't contact her the rest of that day and then yesterday he hadn't either. Finally, at around 4pm mom drove her over to their house so she could get some clothes. He was actually there and they chatted for a few minutes. My sister said he was very cold to her and she asked him if he even cared, if this was bothering him and he said "no". He then left to go to his mommy's house for his sunday dinner he goes to every sunday.
I am so unbelievably pissed off right now. My entire family is so mad. My husband was home when I got the call from her and he wanted to go over and get her so she wouldn't drive, but she did anyway. Now he wants to go over with my dad and have a discussion with him. I advised probably not the best idea there, although I'd love to see him get put in his place. No one messes with my sister.
I don't know how they're going to resolve this. He doesn't seem that bothered by it, and yet, he still doesn't know if he loves her. Why the hell did he not think about this before they got engaged? He is very analytical and we're not sure if he's talking himself out of this or what.
My sister is a freaking mess. Although, last night she was talking about getting an apartment and moving on. I don't think she'll be the one to call it off....she'll wait for him to say the words. I don't really know if they can repair their relationship now. It doesn't seem like he's even interested in trying. This is crazy. He was the one that my parents loved, that treated her so good, that made a perfect pair with her. Now...I think he's a jackass. Even if by some reason they manage to patch things up, I will never think of him the same way again. None of us will.
Ug, I want to kick him in the ass.
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