Hey Boo,
How's it going?
I don't really have much to say. I am just feeling absolutely miserable. I miss you like whoa. I wish I could talk to you. I need to talk to you. I'm having a horrible day. Ugh, this sucks.
I miss you.
Love.
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Stupid Grief
Hey boo,
How's it going? Do I really even need to say how it's going with me?
So, ever since you've been gone, I've been hearing a lot about grief. Grief this, grief that, grieving, blah blah blah.
In my opinion, grief is a really stupid word.
What does grief even mean? Well, obviously we all know what it means, because we use it in the same context. But for real, what is it? Do you think this little 5 letter, 1 syllable word can even begin to encompass what grief is supposed to mean? Because it doesn't.
I'm so sick of hearing about grief and grieving. Seriously, that word sounds so insignificant to what is really going on.
Grief can kiss my ass. I hate you, grief. Fuck you, grief. Seriously. Fuck. You.
I know, dropping the F-bomb, right? You know how I feel about unnecessary swearing, but I think right now, it is totally necessary. Sometimes it is like swearing is the only thing strong enough to convey what I'm feeling. If I said "screw you", I don't think it would show just how truly angry I really I am. I am really FUCKING angry. FUCKING furious. Ready to throw this FUCKING computer threw the FUCKING window because I am SO FUCKING MAD!
[Which reminds me, I'm pretty sure I swore at the doctor who delivered us the seriously SHITTY news. I'm pretty sure I said something like "What the fuck" and I told him it was bullshit. At least I didn't call him an asshole, I think I wanted to.]
Anyways... enough with my little spaz out...
Since that SHITTY ASS day, I have "Liked" the Soaring Spirits Loss Foundation on Facebook. Basically, it's a thing for widows (PS I hate that word too). Anyways, they have a blog that I now follow, and a while back, they posted this about "grief". The writer tried hard to describe what the stupid word "grief" can't really describe at all. Even though it can't really be described, she did a really good job, and everything she said made sense. I have actually come back and read this post several times. So, that's why I'm sharing it with you.
http://widowsvoice-sslf.blogspot.com/2013/09/grief-is.html
So yeah, moral of the story, grief is a stupid word. There is absolutely no word in the English language for what "this" actually is.
So babe, I am __________.
I miss you. I love you.
How's it going? Do I really even need to say how it's going with me?
So, ever since you've been gone, I've been hearing a lot about grief. Grief this, grief that, grieving, blah blah blah.
In my opinion, grief is a really stupid word.
What does grief even mean? Well, obviously we all know what it means, because we use it in the same context. But for real, what is it? Do you think this little 5 letter, 1 syllable word can even begin to encompass what grief is supposed to mean? Because it doesn't.
I'm so sick of hearing about grief and grieving. Seriously, that word sounds so insignificant to what is really going on.
Grief can kiss my ass. I hate you, grief. Fuck you, grief. Seriously. Fuck. You.
I know, dropping the F-bomb, right? You know how I feel about unnecessary swearing, but I think right now, it is totally necessary. Sometimes it is like swearing is the only thing strong enough to convey what I'm feeling. If I said "screw you", I don't think it would show just how truly angry I really I am. I am really FUCKING angry. FUCKING furious. Ready to throw this FUCKING computer threw the FUCKING window because I am SO FUCKING MAD!
[Which reminds me, I'm pretty sure I swore at the doctor who delivered us the seriously SHITTY news. I'm pretty sure I said something like "What the fuck" and I told him it was bullshit. At least I didn't call him an asshole, I think I wanted to.]
Anyways... enough with my little spaz out...
Since that SHITTY ASS day, I have "Liked" the Soaring Spirits Loss Foundation on Facebook. Basically, it's a thing for widows (PS I hate that word too). Anyways, they have a blog that I now follow, and a while back, they posted this about "grief". The writer tried hard to describe what the stupid word "grief" can't really describe at all. Even though it can't really be described, she did a really good job, and everything she said made sense. I have actually come back and read this post several times. So, that's why I'm sharing it with you.
http://widowsvoice-sslf.blogspot.com/2013/09/grief-is.html
So yeah, moral of the story, grief is a stupid word. There is absolutely no word in the English language for what "this" actually is.
So babe, I am __________.
I miss you. I love you.
2 Months
Hey boo,
How's it going? I'm just my new usual...
So, it's been 2 months...
2 months since I last saw you breathing (even if it was because of a machine).
2 months since I last heard your heartbeat (and heard your last heartbeat).
2 months since my world ended.
2 months that I have literally been living in my worst nightmare.
It's been 2 months, and there is still a grocery list that you wrote up on the fridge.
It's been 2 months, and your toothbrush is still at your sink. Your empty contact case and glasses are still on your bathroom counter. The clothes you took off before you last showered here are still laying in front of your shower. The only thing that has moved in that bathroom is my toothbrush, the toothpaste, and the Q-tips. I hate going in there.
It's been 2 months, and there is still a pile of your dirty clothes in the corner of our bedroom. A bottle of water and headache medicine are still on your nightstand. I just cannot deal with them. I don't know what my deal is, but I can't move any of it. It's not to preserve you, I think my mind just can't comprehend the fact that you will not be coming back to pick your stuff up. That it is my responsibility to do that now.
It's been 2 months, and it doesn't hurt any less. In fact, it hurts more. It is like I am living with chronic pain, that no medicine can touch. There is no relief from this pain. I can't even explain it, there are no words for how this feels.
These have been the L O N G E S T 2 months of my life.
2 months. 62 days. 1488 hours. 89,280 minutes. 5,356,800 seconds. Every single one of them I think of you.
I miss you.
Love.
How's it going? I'm just my new usual...
So, it's been 2 months...
2 months since I last saw you breathing (even if it was because of a machine).
2 months since I last heard your heartbeat (and heard your last heartbeat).
2 months since my world ended.
2 months that I have literally been living in my worst nightmare.
It's been 2 months, and there is still a grocery list that you wrote up on the fridge.
It's been 2 months, and your toothbrush is still at your sink. Your empty contact case and glasses are still on your bathroom counter. The clothes you took off before you last showered here are still laying in front of your shower. The only thing that has moved in that bathroom is my toothbrush, the toothpaste, and the Q-tips. I hate going in there.
It's been 2 months, and there is still a pile of your dirty clothes in the corner of our bedroom. A bottle of water and headache medicine are still on your nightstand. I just cannot deal with them. I don't know what my deal is, but I can't move any of it. It's not to preserve you, I think my mind just can't comprehend the fact that you will not be coming back to pick your stuff up. That it is my responsibility to do that now.
It's been 2 months, and it doesn't hurt any less. In fact, it hurts more. It is like I am living with chronic pain, that no medicine can touch. There is no relief from this pain. I can't even explain it, there are no words for how this feels.
These have been the L O N G E S T 2 months of my life.
2 months. 62 days. 1488 hours. 89,280 minutes. 5,356,800 seconds. Every single one of them I think of you.
I miss you.
Love.
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Genius
Hey boo,
How's it going? In case you were wondering, I'm a genius...
So, 2/3 of the kids are on antibiotics for their ear infections. Their prescription says they need 1 teaspoon, 2 times per day, for 10 days. Typically, this should use up the entire bottle.
Well, last night I noticed that despite being through 5 days of antibiotics, we are not even close to using up half the bottle. What the heck?
Well, looking back, I had noticed that the syringe that came with the medicine seemed really small... But I didn't question it that much, I assumed the pharmacy knew what they were doing. So, I just filled the syringe up to the 1.0 mark. The units on the syringe were not in teaspoons, but I thought maybe it's an even conversion...
Apparently, it's not.
I couldn't remember what the units were on the syringe, so when I got to work, I quick Googled a 1 teaspoon syringe. I found an image of exactly what ours looked like, and the units were mL (milliliters). Crap. Another quick Google, and 1 teaspoon is actually equal to about 5 mL... Ugh...
Honestly, I don't know why I didn't pay attention to the units. I mean, it's kind of my thing. I deal with units every day. I do conversions every day. Granted, most of the time they are units of length or area or volume (not liquid volume), but still...
So, I call the doctor's office and speak with a nurse regarding the fact that I've been giving the kids hardly any medicine for the last 5 days... She laughed. I wanted to tell her that once upon a time I was somewhat smart... But anyways, she said that it's fine, I can just start giving them the correct dosage now, until the bottle is finished. So it will go a little longer than 10 days now.
But still, I'm just like, dangit! I hate giving the kids antibiotics in the first place. And now I feel that since they were getting hardly any, it was helping to build their resistance to it, which isn't good. I really have no idea if that's true or not, but that is just my theory. Ugh...
So anyways, genius alert, right here. At least I was giving them too little, not too much!
Anyways, this is me: zzzzZZZZzzzzZZZZ
Love.
How's it going? In case you were wondering, I'm a genius...
So, 2/3 of the kids are on antibiotics for their ear infections. Their prescription says they need 1 teaspoon, 2 times per day, for 10 days. Typically, this should use up the entire bottle.
Well, last night I noticed that despite being through 5 days of antibiotics, we are not even close to using up half the bottle. What the heck?
Well, looking back, I had noticed that the syringe that came with the medicine seemed really small... But I didn't question it that much, I assumed the pharmacy knew what they were doing. So, I just filled the syringe up to the 1.0 mark. The units on the syringe were not in teaspoons, but I thought maybe it's an even conversion...
Apparently, it's not.
I couldn't remember what the units were on the syringe, so when I got to work, I quick Googled a 1 teaspoon syringe. I found an image of exactly what ours looked like, and the units were mL (milliliters). Crap. Another quick Google, and 1 teaspoon is actually equal to about 5 mL... Ugh...
Honestly, I don't know why I didn't pay attention to the units. I mean, it's kind of my thing. I deal with units every day. I do conversions every day. Granted, most of the time they are units of length or area or volume (not liquid volume), but still...
So, I call the doctor's office and speak with a nurse regarding the fact that I've been giving the kids hardly any medicine for the last 5 days... She laughed. I wanted to tell her that once upon a time I was somewhat smart... But anyways, she said that it's fine, I can just start giving them the correct dosage now, until the bottle is finished. So it will go a little longer than 10 days now.
But still, I'm just like, dangit! I hate giving the kids antibiotics in the first place. And now I feel that since they were getting hardly any, it was helping to build their resistance to it, which isn't good. I really have no idea if that's true or not, but that is just my theory. Ugh...
So anyways, genius alert, right here. At least I was giving them too little, not too much!
Anyways, this is me: zzzzZZZZzzzzZZZZ
Love.
Monday, September 30, 2013
Offspring Update
Hey Boo,
How's it going? I have about 437 million things that I want to talk to you about. Every time a random thought pops in my head, I think "I need to talk to Chaz about that," or "tell Chaz about this"... but then I'm like, "oh."
But anyways, I have lots to tell you about the babies.
First, they are insane.
Second, they are growing way too fast. Like, mach speed style. I wish they would just cool it baked potato! :-)
Violet:
The most insane of them all. Where does that little one store all her energy? Why is she such a daredevil?
She loves to jump. Like, frog jump, jump off the bottom step of the stairs, jump off of toys, jump, jump, jump. This weekend, she decided she'd like to long jump over my legs. I'll be sitting on the ground with my legs straight out, kind of in a V, so that each girl can sit on one of my legs. Well, Violet stands up, and facing my leg, jumps over it! That girl has mad ups! After that, she didn't always make it over every time, and I basically feared for the safety of my leg, I felt as if I was laying on the ground and a monster truck was going to try to "jump" me or whatever...
Today, she took 2 little toys that brother was playing with (the triangle piece of pie and a connector monkey), and stacked them on top of each other to jump over those toys. Of course, those toys are like 1 inch tall, so it was easy for her to jump over... :-)
Also, she is so fricken tough! So, with all her jumping, she will fall down. A lot. But she is just like, boom, right back up again! Sometimes she will have random scrapes or bruises that I don't even know where they came from because she didn't cry when she fell down.
She is just like me because she hates anything "ucky"... Any time there is a spot anywhere, she has to point to it and say "ucky"... She also hates hair. Since my hormones are coming back down from being pregnant and nursing Will, my hair is falling out like crazy, so it's everywhere. She will find a hair and pick it up and say "ucky" and "err" (which means hair). I think I will need to teach them the term "ooobie". :-)
She does some of the sayings from their fave cartoons. For example, in Super Why (you should be glad you don't have to endure this cartoon), there is a part that says "Peas & carrots, carrots & peas, book come out, please please please" and Violet says "peee peee peee!" :-) Also, your mom got us a Dora DVD, and in the intro song, at the very end, the Sniper guy says "Aw Man..." and Violet says "Maaaann!" It's hilarious.
Charlotte:
I screwed her up big time, babe. She is absolutely, positively TERRIFIED of bugs. Sorry. But at least she is now another one of my alarms for if there is a bug in the vicinity (along with the cat).
The other day, my mom took the girls upstairs to spa. I was downstairs lotioning brother after his spa. T and M were here visiting as well. Basically 2 seconds after my mom got upstairs and into the bathroom with the girls, I hear Charlotte screaming bloody murder. I look at T and M and we are like, what's going on? But I continue with what I'm doing figuring Mom has it all under control. Then Mom opens the bathroom door and asks for me to come upstairs. Eeek! So I run up there and both girls are glued to my mom and screaming/crying. Apparently, there was a bug flying around and it landed in the tub. Charlotte saw it before my mom did, and FUH-REAKED OUT. They hadn't even started putting water in the tub yet! After that, Charlotte wouldn't even get in the bathtub, T had to hold her while Violet got spa...
Then yesterday, I took the girls outside for a little bit. Charlotte got into the little black car, but it was all parked in the rocks, so I walk over there to move it. As I'm like a foot away, I kind of swat back and forth at some bugs while I'm starting to say "Charlotte, you need to get out so I can move it into the grass." All I said was "Charlotte" and she saw that I was swatting, and she hauled balls out of the car like it was her job! She basically threw the little door open and half fell out of the car and glued herself to my leg. I couldn't help but laugh. She acted the same way I would if someone told me their was a bug in my car!
Yup, there's going to be no fixing that fear... sigh...
Charlotte says "Puh Pet" which means "Pillow Pet." She also says "Violet", it's super cute. Oh man, and she says "pider" which means "spider" so that we can sing "Itsy Bitsy Spider". (Sidenote: if the girls start saying "bitchy" you can blame my mom! :-) She sings it "The itchy bitchy spider..."). Charlotte also says "Bee bee" which means she wants to sing the Bumblebee song... she likes to ask me to sing the Bumblebee song, and then as soon as I start she says "pider?" and wants me to switch to Itsy Bitsy... And as soon as I start Itsy Bitsy, she says "Bee bee" wanting the Bumblebee song again... that girl, I tell you what...
Sometimes, I wish I could capture just how opposite Violet and Charlotte can be in a picture or video. But of course, they never perform when I have those out. The other day, we were playing on the deck. We made home-made sidewalk chalk (more like side-walk paint). I had the paint out with sponges, and pitchers of water that we used to make the paint with out on the deck. They both played with the paint for a while. Charlotte sat in one spot, with one color, just blobbing it around where she was sitting. Violet played with all the colors, and would have to blob in this spot, then go blob over here, and then go blob over there. Then theydumped out ran out of paint, so they started playing with the pitchers of water and the spoons I used to stir the paint with. Charlotte sat and played with one pitcher, just stirring the water over and over and over again. Sometimes she would just sit there with her hand and sponge in the water. Violet was carrying her pitcher all over the deck, trying to steal sister's spoon (despite having one in her hand), she was putting her feet into the paint they had put on the deck and walking around making footprints, and then she would grab a baby wipe and wipe her feet off. And then repeat this process. They are just so opposite, it's hilarious.
Will:
Oh, that Will. He is just a freak of nature. In a good way. He just got your mellowness and my mellowness, and that's it. Mellow squared. He is just so laid back and all like, whatevs... He's just like, "Hey, I'm going to hang out over here, roll around a little and grab my feet, maybe drool and chew some stuff, possible poop, I'm not sure if there will be enough time." :-)
He got his first 2 teeth in the other day. They are the bottom ones. If I was an organized mom, I probably would have written down in a baby book or something when they came in. But yeah, it was basically sometime at the end of September, good enough... :-P
He babbles his head off now... blah blah blah, mah mah mah, ooo ooo aah... And he still likes to smile his face off too. He is such a ham for the camera! Seriously, when I would get the camera out on the girls, they would just be like "duuuuhhhh" and stare at it. But as soon as I get the camera out, I don't even have to say anthing, Will just looks at it, and he's all like HUGEST SMILE EVER! Goofball...
We started giving him cereal about a week ago or so. I'm still not doing it every day, because we're busy and he doesn't really need it... We'll keep giving him cereal randomly for another week or so, and then start the fun with baby food!
He is so close to crawling already. He pushes himself on to all fours and bounces back and forth. He scooches a little bit backwards, and in a circle... He can maybe get a centimeter of forward motion, but it's basically just from stretching to reach the toy that I put just out of reach. I'm nervous when he does become for real mobile. That's when I started containing the girls to just the living room. Now it's even worse because there are random cheerios and goldfish that just show up in unknown places. I need to evaluate the choking hazards we have laying around...
Well, I guess that's some of the latest on the kids. I wish SO MUCH that you were here to witness everything! I'm so fricken pissed that you don't get to see this. It's just not fricken fair. For reals. I hate it. With a passion. Basically, it's bullshit. Big steamy bull. shit.
Aaaannnnd.... way to end this email so awesome.
K, lovebuckets.
How's it going? I have about 437 million things that I want to talk to you about. Every time a random thought pops in my head, I think "I need to talk to Chaz about that," or "tell Chaz about this"... but then I'm like, "oh."
But anyways, I have lots to tell you about the babies.
First, they are insane.
Second, they are growing way too fast. Like, mach speed style. I wish they would just cool it baked potato! :-)
Violet:
The most insane of them all. Where does that little one store all her energy? Why is she such a daredevil?
She loves to jump. Like, frog jump, jump off the bottom step of the stairs, jump off of toys, jump, jump, jump. This weekend, she decided she'd like to long jump over my legs. I'll be sitting on the ground with my legs straight out, kind of in a V, so that each girl can sit on one of my legs. Well, Violet stands up, and facing my leg, jumps over it! That girl has mad ups! After that, she didn't always make it over every time, and I basically feared for the safety of my leg, I felt as if I was laying on the ground and a monster truck was going to try to "jump" me or whatever...
Today, she took 2 little toys that brother was playing with (the triangle piece of pie and a connector monkey), and stacked them on top of each other to jump over those toys. Of course, those toys are like 1 inch tall, so it was easy for her to jump over... :-)
Also, she is so fricken tough! So, with all her jumping, she will fall down. A lot. But she is just like, boom, right back up again! Sometimes she will have random scrapes or bruises that I don't even know where they came from because she didn't cry when she fell down.
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| Silly Violet |
She is just like me because she hates anything "ucky"... Any time there is a spot anywhere, she has to point to it and say "ucky"... She also hates hair. Since my hormones are coming back down from being pregnant and nursing Will, my hair is falling out like crazy, so it's everywhere. She will find a hair and pick it up and say "ucky" and "err" (which means hair). I think I will need to teach them the term "ooobie". :-)
She does some of the sayings from their fave cartoons. For example, in Super Why (you should be glad you don't have to endure this cartoon), there is a part that says "Peas & carrots, carrots & peas, book come out, please please please" and Violet says "peee peee peee!" :-) Also, your mom got us a Dora DVD, and in the intro song, at the very end, the Sniper guy says "Aw Man..." and Violet says "Maaaann!" It's hilarious.
Charlotte:
I screwed her up big time, babe. She is absolutely, positively TERRIFIED of bugs. Sorry. But at least she is now another one of my alarms for if there is a bug in the vicinity (along with the cat).
The other day, my mom took the girls upstairs to spa. I was downstairs lotioning brother after his spa. T and M were here visiting as well. Basically 2 seconds after my mom got upstairs and into the bathroom with the girls, I hear Charlotte screaming bloody murder. I look at T and M and we are like, what's going on? But I continue with what I'm doing figuring Mom has it all under control. Then Mom opens the bathroom door and asks for me to come upstairs. Eeek! So I run up there and both girls are glued to my mom and screaming/crying. Apparently, there was a bug flying around and it landed in the tub. Charlotte saw it before my mom did, and FUH-REAKED OUT. They hadn't even started putting water in the tub yet! After that, Charlotte wouldn't even get in the bathtub, T had to hold her while Violet got spa...
Then yesterday, I took the girls outside for a little bit. Charlotte got into the little black car, but it was all parked in the rocks, so I walk over there to move it. As I'm like a foot away, I kind of swat back and forth at some bugs while I'm starting to say "Charlotte, you need to get out so I can move it into the grass." All I said was "Charlotte" and she saw that I was swatting, and she hauled balls out of the car like it was her job! She basically threw the little door open and half fell out of the car and glued herself to my leg. I couldn't help but laugh. She acted the same way I would if someone told me their was a bug in my car!
Yup, there's going to be no fixing that fear... sigh...
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| Charlotte is being like my dad, just leaving food on her face... You've got a little something right there... :-) |
Charlotte says "Puh Pet" which means "Pillow Pet." She also says "Violet", it's super cute. Oh man, and she says "pider" which means "spider" so that we can sing "Itsy Bitsy Spider". (Sidenote: if the girls start saying "bitchy" you can blame my mom! :-) She sings it "The itchy bitchy spider..."). Charlotte also says "Bee bee" which means she wants to sing the Bumblebee song... she likes to ask me to sing the Bumblebee song, and then as soon as I start she says "pider?" and wants me to switch to Itsy Bitsy... And as soon as I start Itsy Bitsy, she says "Bee bee" wanting the Bumblebee song again... that girl, I tell you what...
Sometimes, I wish I could capture just how opposite Violet and Charlotte can be in a picture or video. But of course, they never perform when I have those out. The other day, we were playing on the deck. We made home-made sidewalk chalk (more like side-walk paint). I had the paint out with sponges, and pitchers of water that we used to make the paint with out on the deck. They both played with the paint for a while. Charlotte sat in one spot, with one color, just blobbing it around where she was sitting. Violet played with all the colors, and would have to blob in this spot, then go blob over here, and then go blob over there. Then they
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| Let the fun begin! |
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| Violet putting her feet in the paint... |
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| ...and then wiping her feet off. |
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| A rare moment of Violet sitting in one spot, while Charlotte is just stirring her water. :-) |
Also, the girls say "Beep beep" now when they want someone or something to get out of their way. I wonder who they learned that from? :-)
Oh, that Will. He is just a freak of nature. In a good way. He just got your mellowness and my mellowness, and that's it. Mellow squared. He is just so laid back and all like, whatevs... He's just like, "Hey, I'm going to hang out over here, roll around a little and grab my feet, maybe drool and chew some stuff, possible poop, I'm not sure if there will be enough time." :-)
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| Chillin' |
He got his first 2 teeth in the other day. They are the bottom ones. If I was an organized mom, I probably would have written down in a baby book or something when they came in. But yeah, it was basically sometime at the end of September, good enough... :-P
He babbles his head off now... blah blah blah, mah mah mah, ooo ooo aah... And he still likes to smile his face off too. He is such a ham for the camera! Seriously, when I would get the camera out on the girls, they would just be like "duuuuhhhh" and stare at it. But as soon as I get the camera out, I don't even have to say anthing, Will just looks at it, and he's all like HUGEST SMILE EVER! Goofball...
We started giving him cereal about a week ago or so. I'm still not doing it every day, because we're busy and he doesn't really need it... We'll keep giving him cereal randomly for another week or so, and then start the fun with baby food!
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| BEFORE |
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| DURING... |
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| AFTER |
He is so close to crawling already. He pushes himself on to all fours and bounces back and forth. He scooches a little bit backwards, and in a circle... He can maybe get a centimeter of forward motion, but it's basically just from stretching to reach the toy that I put just out of reach. I'm nervous when he does become for real mobile. That's when I started containing the girls to just the living room. Now it's even worse because there are random cheerios and goldfish that just show up in unknown places. I need to evaluate the choking hazards we have laying around...
Well, I guess that's some of the latest on the kids. I wish SO MUCH that you were here to witness everything! I'm so fricken pissed that you don't get to see this. It's just not fricken fair. For reals. I hate it. With a passion. Basically, it's bullshit. Big steamy bull. shit.
Aaaannnnd.... way to end this email so awesome.
K, lovebuckets.
Friday, September 27, 2013
Our Trip to the Pediatrician's Office
Hey boo,
How's it going? I'm just meh...
So, you know how I said I was sick? I thought maybe I got it from the kids, so I made appointments for all 3 of them to see their doctor.
I called on Wednesday just after lunch time. The conversation with the receptionist went a little like this:
Me: I'd like make appointments for my 3 kids to see if they have strep throat and get their ears checked for tomorrow morning. (then I give her their names)
Receptionist: At the Grandville office, correct?
Me: Yes please.
Receptionist: Ok, we have an 8:45 tomorrow morning in Grandville.
Me: Great, that's perfect!
Receptionist: Ok, I've got them all down for 8:45 with Dr. H in Grandville.
Me: Ok, thanks, see you tomorrow.
So, then it's "tomorrow", aka Thursday.
I had to set my alarm to make sure I was up early enough to get me and the kids ready so that we would be in the car ready to go by 8:25.
But Will decided to wake up at 5am... Well, I finally get him back to sleep, and I lay down and fall asleep... so then the alarm goes off and I'm exhausted, and I probably pressed snooze one too many times...
So then it's rush rush RUSH.
The girls are being slow eaters as always, throwing their cheerios everywhere. While they are eating, I have Will in the rock-n-play to feed him his bottle. He was being unusual and not eating his bottle very well (one of his symptoms of being sick), and finally I just gave up and he didn't even finish.
I am about to put him in his car seat, and of course, he's had a poo-splosion during his bottle! Ugh... so now I have to get him cleaned up and changed. Making us even more behind...
After more rushing to get everyone loaded into the car, and a few trips back and forth into the house to make sure we have taggies and a diaper bag and my purse, we are finally on the road.
We end up making it to the office less than 5 minutes late.
But then I have to get everyone out of the car and into our stroller-bus.
I push the stroller-bus into the building, and turn the corner to the doctors office, and all the lights are off.
WTF?!?!
There is a sign on the door that says the Grandville office is closed on Thursday, 9/26, and that everyone needs to go to the 3-mile location.
WTF?!??!
So a very annoyed me digs my cell phone out and calls the office. The same receptionist answers. Attempting to be calm, I explain that I had an appointment at the Grandville office that I had just made the day before, but apparently it's closed... She's like, "Oh no... I messed up, I had you down for Monday..."
Are you kidding me?!?! You know I can't stand that receptionist... She's screwed up our appointments more than once before, and she "insulted" Will's name (or the fact that he goes by Will which is in no way related to his actual first name...)
So I ask if I can just go out to the 3-mile location without an appointment. She says "yes, they will try to fit us in." The word "try" really pisses me off. You WILL fit us in!
Well, I haul everyone back out into the parking lot, and load them all back into the car. And drive to the 3-mile location. (Which just happens to be where I will have to be that afternoon for my therapy appointment... ugh, wasting gas making 2 trips to the same area...)
We get there, and again, I unload everyone and get them into the stroller-bus. I maneuver our way through the doors, get us checked in, and we wait. The girls do OK, there were books for them to look at. They were all excited to go to the "Dock-tuuurrr"...
The nurse comes and brings us into the smallest exam room ever... Seriously, I push in our gigantic stroller and it fills the entire room. As soon as the girls see the exam table, they realize where we are and start freaking. Charlotte is glued to me and Violet is wanting "uppie."
I tell the nurse everyone's symptoms, and then we have to wait for the doctor. There are no books in the exam room, and I forgot to bring any toys, so I entertain the girls by letting them play with diapers from the diaper bag, and brother's bottle and ice pack... It is hard to move around in the room with everything in there, but every 3 seconds it's "Elp, elp" from Charlotte to sit in the chair that is a little too tall for her to get in with her hands full of diapers. So, my back is killing from squeezing into small spaces to pick her up, just for her to get back down and then ask for "elp" again.
Finally, the doctor comes in. He does pretty well with the girls actually. I hold each one while he is looking them over. He lets them play with the stethoscope, and the thingy that booms your knee to check reflexes. He is able to check over Will on the exam table while I attend to the girls.
Will and Charlotte have ear infections, and they check Violet for strep (fortunately she didn't throw up during the swab). We have to wait for the results... Oh the waiting... The girls are getting bored with the diapers and Will doesn't want to be put down... I'm sweating my butt off...
Finally, they come back and Violet is all clear, no strep. So, I ask if it is OK for them to get their flu shots, since we are out there anyways...
What was I thinking?!?!
Will is still too young to get his flu shot, but the girls are lucky enough to get it... I have Violet go first, of course, because she's our tough one. I only have to hold her for a few seconds and give her Taggie and she is fine. I put her down and we get Charlotte up on the table... Yeah, I'm sure you can guess how that went... cry cry CRY... And Will is crying because I had to put him in his car seat... And Violet is crying because everyone else is crying...
I try to snuggle them all for a minute to get them to calm down. Maybe I should have waited longer, but I figured we needed to get going... So, I buckle Will in and try to get the girls into the stroller. Charlotte of course will NOT get on the stroller and only wants "uppie." So, I carry her, and push/pull the stroller out of the room and over to the check out desk.
I go to pay the co-pay, but realize I have a new insurance card now that it is under me. So I need to give them that and they have to make copies and get it in the system... That equals more waiting... I set Charlotte down and let Violet off the stroller and try to entertain them with some random flyers that were at the check-out desk. But Will is screaming his head off. I'm sure it was only 2-3 minutes of standing there, but it felt like FOREVER.
I finally am able to maneuver our way out of the waiting room and out to the parking lot (fortunately all kids were somewhat willing to be in the stroller, so I didn't have to carry anyone while doing this...)
I load everyone back in to the van, get the stroller in, get the bags in, and take off my sweatshirt because I'm sweating buckets. Charlotte is screaming because I didn't let her do the buckles (but really I did let her, but she was too busy screaming about something else to do them, and when I told her that she could do them, she pushed the buckles away... ugh...) Will is still screaming for a reason that I don't know. Violet is just doing Taggie.
Well, after a minute on the road, everyone is finally quiet.
When I get off the highway, it is too quiet... crap, did the girls fall asleep?!?! I start talking to them, and Violet talks to me, but not Charlotte... and you know she is the worst one if she falls asleep and I have to wake her up when we get home...
So, I'm wondering if I should risk dropping off their prescriptions and having them fall asleep, or if I should just try to get home as soon as possible. I risk the drop-off. I am so THANKFUL for drive-thru pharmacies. Before, I thought they were silly, but now I realize they were specifically made for parents.
Once we get home, I get out of the car and peek in the back. Charlotte is sleeping... crap... But she wakes up as the door opens, which makes me think she must have just fallen asleep, which isn't so bad...
We are behind schedule, so they get a late lunch, and then it takes them forever to go to nap.
But finally they are asleep.
And then I'm back out and off to therapy.
I told the therapist about our morning, and she says that I should celebrate that I did that. Despite the chaos, I did it. We made it through. I should get a gold star sticker.
Yay, a gold star sticker... I'd rather have my husband, thanks.
How's it going? I'm just meh...
So, you know how I said I was sick? I thought maybe I got it from the kids, so I made appointments for all 3 of them to see their doctor.
I called on Wednesday just after lunch time. The conversation with the receptionist went a little like this:
Me: I'd like make appointments for my 3 kids to see if they have strep throat and get their ears checked for tomorrow morning. (then I give her their names)
Receptionist: At the Grandville office, correct?
Me: Yes please.
Receptionist: Ok, we have an 8:45 tomorrow morning in Grandville.
Me: Great, that's perfect!
Receptionist: Ok, I've got them all down for 8:45 with Dr. H in Grandville.
Me: Ok, thanks, see you tomorrow.
So, then it's "tomorrow", aka Thursday.
I had to set my alarm to make sure I was up early enough to get me and the kids ready so that we would be in the car ready to go by 8:25.
But Will decided to wake up at 5am... Well, I finally get him back to sleep, and I lay down and fall asleep... so then the alarm goes off and I'm exhausted, and I probably pressed snooze one too many times...
So then it's rush rush RUSH.
The girls are being slow eaters as always, throwing their cheerios everywhere. While they are eating, I have Will in the rock-n-play to feed him his bottle. He was being unusual and not eating his bottle very well (one of his symptoms of being sick), and finally I just gave up and he didn't even finish.
I am about to put him in his car seat, and of course, he's had a poo-splosion during his bottle! Ugh... so now I have to get him cleaned up and changed. Making us even more behind...
After more rushing to get everyone loaded into the car, and a few trips back and forth into the house to make sure we have taggies and a diaper bag and my purse, we are finally on the road.
We end up making it to the office less than 5 minutes late.
But then I have to get everyone out of the car and into our stroller-bus.
I push the stroller-bus into the building, and turn the corner to the doctors office, and all the lights are off.
WTF?!?!
There is a sign on the door that says the Grandville office is closed on Thursday, 9/26, and that everyone needs to go to the 3-mile location.
WTF?!??!
So a very annoyed me digs my cell phone out and calls the office. The same receptionist answers. Attempting to be calm, I explain that I had an appointment at the Grandville office that I had just made the day before, but apparently it's closed... She's like, "Oh no... I messed up, I had you down for Monday..."
Are you kidding me?!?! You know I can't stand that receptionist... She's screwed up our appointments more than once before, and she "insulted" Will's name (or the fact that he goes by Will which is in no way related to his actual first name...)
So I ask if I can just go out to the 3-mile location without an appointment. She says "yes, they will try to fit us in." The word "try" really pisses me off. You WILL fit us in!
Well, I haul everyone back out into the parking lot, and load them all back into the car. And drive to the 3-mile location. (Which just happens to be where I will have to be that afternoon for my therapy appointment... ugh, wasting gas making 2 trips to the same area...)
We get there, and again, I unload everyone and get them into the stroller-bus. I maneuver our way through the doors, get us checked in, and we wait. The girls do OK, there were books for them to look at. They were all excited to go to the "Dock-tuuurrr"...
The nurse comes and brings us into the smallest exam room ever... Seriously, I push in our gigantic stroller and it fills the entire room. As soon as the girls see the exam table, they realize where we are and start freaking. Charlotte is glued to me and Violet is wanting "uppie."
I tell the nurse everyone's symptoms, and then we have to wait for the doctor. There are no books in the exam room, and I forgot to bring any toys, so I entertain the girls by letting them play with diapers from the diaper bag, and brother's bottle and ice pack... It is hard to move around in the room with everything in there, but every 3 seconds it's "Elp, elp" from Charlotte to sit in the chair that is a little too tall for her to get in with her hands full of diapers. So, my back is killing from squeezing into small spaces to pick her up, just for her to get back down and then ask for "elp" again.
Finally, the doctor comes in. He does pretty well with the girls actually. I hold each one while he is looking them over. He lets them play with the stethoscope, and the thingy that booms your knee to check reflexes. He is able to check over Will on the exam table while I attend to the girls.
Will and Charlotte have ear infections, and they check Violet for strep (fortunately she didn't throw up during the swab). We have to wait for the results... Oh the waiting... The girls are getting bored with the diapers and Will doesn't want to be put down... I'm sweating my butt off...
Finally, they come back and Violet is all clear, no strep. So, I ask if it is OK for them to get their flu shots, since we are out there anyways...
What was I thinking?!?!
Will is still too young to get his flu shot, but the girls are lucky enough to get it... I have Violet go first, of course, because she's our tough one. I only have to hold her for a few seconds and give her Taggie and she is fine. I put her down and we get Charlotte up on the table... Yeah, I'm sure you can guess how that went... cry cry CRY... And Will is crying because I had to put him in his car seat... And Violet is crying because everyone else is crying...
I try to snuggle them all for a minute to get them to calm down. Maybe I should have waited longer, but I figured we needed to get going... So, I buckle Will in and try to get the girls into the stroller. Charlotte of course will NOT get on the stroller and only wants "uppie." So, I carry her, and push/pull the stroller out of the room and over to the check out desk.
I go to pay the co-pay, but realize I have a new insurance card now that it is under me. So I need to give them that and they have to make copies and get it in the system... That equals more waiting... I set Charlotte down and let Violet off the stroller and try to entertain them with some random flyers that were at the check-out desk. But Will is screaming his head off. I'm sure it was only 2-3 minutes of standing there, but it felt like FOREVER.
I finally am able to maneuver our way out of the waiting room and out to the parking lot (fortunately all kids were somewhat willing to be in the stroller, so I didn't have to carry anyone while doing this...)
I load everyone back in to the van, get the stroller in, get the bags in, and take off my sweatshirt because I'm sweating buckets. Charlotte is screaming because I didn't let her do the buckles (but really I did let her, but she was too busy screaming about something else to do them, and when I told her that she could do them, she pushed the buckles away... ugh...) Will is still screaming for a reason that I don't know. Violet is just doing Taggie.
Well, after a minute on the road, everyone is finally quiet.
When I get off the highway, it is too quiet... crap, did the girls fall asleep?!?! I start talking to them, and Violet talks to me, but not Charlotte... and you know she is the worst one if she falls asleep and I have to wake her up when we get home...
So, I'm wondering if I should risk dropping off their prescriptions and having them fall asleep, or if I should just try to get home as soon as possible. I risk the drop-off. I am so THANKFUL for drive-thru pharmacies. Before, I thought they were silly, but now I realize they were specifically made for parents.
Once we get home, I get out of the car and peek in the back. Charlotte is sleeping... crap... But she wakes up as the door opens, which makes me think she must have just fallen asleep, which isn't so bad...
We are behind schedule, so they get a late lunch, and then it takes them forever to go to nap.
But finally they are asleep.
And then I'm back out and off to therapy.
I told the therapist about our morning, and she says that I should celebrate that I did that. Despite the chaos, I did it. We made it through. I should get a gold star sticker.
Yay, a gold star sticker... I'd rather have my husband, thanks.
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
I'm Sick
Hey boo,
How's it going? I'm sick...
It started yesterday. I was feeling pretty achy all over and in my head. I go feel my throat starting to be weird.
Then as I was sleeping last night, I was having the chills so bad. I turn the heat up at night for the babies, but I was an ice cube.
When I woke up this morning, I felt horrible. It hurt so bad to swallow, and I ached everywhere! I had planned on bringing some cold medicine to take at work, but I forgot it. So I stopped at the gas station on the way in to possibly buy a little 1 dose pack of it, but they didn't have that kind there.
So, when I got to work, I actually called our Health Services Clinic! I've never used them for being "sick." And I still wasn't sure if I really was sick. Typically for how I was feeling, I would never go to the doctor, I'd just take some medicine and wait it out. But now I'm super paranoid about sicknesses. So I figured it didn't hurt to go. It's only $5 for me to go.
I'm glad I went! I found out I have strep throat!!! I can't remember ever having that, even as a child. I know I've been tested for it before, but it never came out positive. They said it was VERY positive, they could see the results before the test was even completed.
So, he prescribed me penicillin! I've never taken that! I feel all old school taking penicillin. It reminds me of like the Civil War or something and getting gangrene... I know, that's silly. :-) But yeah, I picked up my prescription from a little pharmacy in downtown Zeeland over lunch today. I have to take it 3 times/day for 10 days. Yikes!
So, I was wondering where I got strep throat from??? It seems likely that it came from the kids. Looking back over the weekend, this might explain their fussiness and not wanting to eat. They have also been super boogery. So, I called the pediatrician and set up an appointment for all 3 of them to go in tomorrow morning to get checked. You know that I don't typically do that either! But now I understand that it's better to be safe than sorry.
Anyways, so I'm feeling pretty miserable. And of course I miss you like crazy. I just want you here to comfort me. I hate hate HATE this.
Sigh...
I miss you. A lot. Always. Love.
How's it going? I'm sick...
It started yesterday. I was feeling pretty achy all over and in my head. I go feel my throat starting to be weird.
Then as I was sleeping last night, I was having the chills so bad. I turn the heat up at night for the babies, but I was an ice cube.
When I woke up this morning, I felt horrible. It hurt so bad to swallow, and I ached everywhere! I had planned on bringing some cold medicine to take at work, but I forgot it. So I stopped at the gas station on the way in to possibly buy a little 1 dose pack of it, but they didn't have that kind there.
So, when I got to work, I actually called our Health Services Clinic! I've never used them for being "sick." And I still wasn't sure if I really was sick. Typically for how I was feeling, I would never go to the doctor, I'd just take some medicine and wait it out. But now I'm super paranoid about sicknesses. So I figured it didn't hurt to go. It's only $5 for me to go.
I'm glad I went! I found out I have strep throat!!! I can't remember ever having that, even as a child. I know I've been tested for it before, but it never came out positive. They said it was VERY positive, they could see the results before the test was even completed.
So, he prescribed me penicillin! I've never taken that! I feel all old school taking penicillin. It reminds me of like the Civil War or something and getting gangrene... I know, that's silly. :-) But yeah, I picked up my prescription from a little pharmacy in downtown Zeeland over lunch today. I have to take it 3 times/day for 10 days. Yikes!
So, I was wondering where I got strep throat from??? It seems likely that it came from the kids. Looking back over the weekend, this might explain their fussiness and not wanting to eat. They have also been super boogery. So, I called the pediatrician and set up an appointment for all 3 of them to go in tomorrow morning to get checked. You know that I don't typically do that either! But now I understand that it's better to be safe than sorry.
Anyways, so I'm feeling pretty miserable. And of course I miss you like crazy. I just want you here to comfort me. I hate hate HATE this.
Sigh...
I miss you. A lot. Always. Love.
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