Happy Halloween!

 

How Rude

 Jeff leaves the room...

Ivey looks at me and says, "Your boyfriend is SO rude."

Trunk or Treat

 

Counting Blessings

 I have had too much that has gone wrong lately, so here is a list of things that were awesome today:

*Thanks to Linda & Randy, I did not have to take the kids to my doctor's appointment.

*Asa turned in his project & paper on lasers and could move on to air pressure and aeronautics experiments... So he is in Asa-heaven.

*Addison is actually enjoying his research paper on The Oracle of Delphi... and is rocking it out, without assistance.

*Pain meds

*Olive has decided that our animals are the perfect characters for book-writing.

*The weather is beautiful.

*Ivey spent 30 minutes just petting and pampering her pig.

*Dreambox updated and made changes to the upper level math program, which Addison loves enough to personally send feedback to the company.

*Healthy animals & Healthy children

*Church bells

October Notes

 Olive: "So, when when was kindergarten?"

Me: "Before 1st grade, but we kinda just skipped it."

Olive: "Oh, so it was like negative zero. And preschool is like negative 1?"

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Ivey: "(For Halloween) I want to be Maleficent wearing a horse costume."

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My last 10 minutes: The girls (who took off all their clothes in the middle of the night and woke up naked) decided they were cold, putting on nothing but sweater dusters, buttoned at the top. In this ridiculous attire, they proceeded to take tweezers and pull little Lego pieces off of big Lego pieces, exclaiming, "Hey! I removed a tick!" and "This tick was hard to remove!" Immediately following this, Asa runs in to inform us that the pig has broken into the feed bags on the back of the van. Hope everyone is having as colorful a morning as we are.

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Olive (during a mundane errand): "Is this a dream, or is this real?"

Pretty typical pondering for that girl.

Momma Drama

 

Moving away from the doctors you know and that know you is so hard.  In trying to explain how certain procedures usually go for me (namely HSGs, sonohystograms, endometrial biopsies, really anything in that realm), I was not taken seriously.  Monday's "easy in office procedure" was anything but.  My body did not respond as expected to the meds given the night before to dilate me, leading to an unbearable amount of pain that day.  I'm talking, legs uncontrollably shaking, panic-mode, survival type pain.  

The kicker was not just that my concerns were not listened to during the pre-op consult, but that I was told (during the procedure) that my "glass half empty attitude" and my "pessimistic thoughts" was making it go the way it did.  That, and the fact that I had a tilted uterus, which a quick ultrasound could have shown before that moment.

I have been through more of these type procedures than I care to remember... and I have some PTSD from the Vegal reactions, insane pain, off the chart cramping, etc that I have had previously.  People's bodies are different.  People are wired differently.  They are not all round pegs fitting snugly into round treatment holes.  Heck, if things were normal for me, I wouldn't have had to spend enough to buy a modest home to bring my babies into the world, and wouldn't have had to spend months and months in hospital bed rest.  

But, even through the pain, the procedure seemed to go well in the end.  That is, until the meds wore off and I realized that I had developed an allergy to the cleaner (iodine? Betadine?) that they used... and have chemical burns. Totally not anyone's fault.... We just didn't know.  But, now I am on pain meds and lidocaine to get through the pain.  Chemical burns.  As bad as it sounds.  Unreal.  

I see the doctor tomorrow, and I just hope I can calmly explain my concerns over bedside manner.  I am not angry, and I know they have to deal with all sorts of people with all sorts of craziness, but I knew what I was talking about, and I am educated.  I fully explained my body's reaction to that type of procedure, and it was not only blown off beforehand, but then was told it was all in my head.  Wow.  If it WAS possible for stress to cause that much pain, the person holding the MEDS should be the one to fix that... not the one on the table.  

I have doctors who have been through things with me, who know that things are seldom routine for me, who cared for my preemies, who helped us through those rough "unexplained recurrent stridor" years, who have threatened to write things experienced with me in medical journals, and who have said, "If you ever get pregnant again, I am leaving the country!" with a smile.  I just don't have them here.  

I am done with all of this.  From now on, it is either bad enough for me to be put under in the hospital... or it does not need to be done.  

Ain't Not Party Like an Ant Party

I found a line of ants in the house, and trying to track them to their point of entry. Ivey studies them up close and, in typical-high-pitched-fairy-princess-on-an-upper voice, informs me that:

There are some coming from one way and some coming from another way... They are just meeting each other...

They are headed to a party...

They don't bite! They're just house ants!

(traps part of the line under a tupperware container)

We need to keep them here at their party and feed them our old food!

Guess I'll wait and annihilate them after bedtime.

The Birthday Girl!

 

Sumpthing

 The house is dark, after a cleaning-till-2am night followed by a slap full day, and the soul-crushingly exhausted state has taken over, it's always the time for doors to creek open and tiny feet pat across the hardwood floor.

Ivey: "Mommy. Aren't you glad I didn't call your name and talk after you tucked me in?"

Me: "Yes. What are you doing up?"

Ivey: "I wanted to tell you sumpthing. I am excited about prossessing chickens tomorrow."

Me: "Please go back to bed."

I give it 15 minutes until a repeat, with another random "thing" she needs to tell me.

Scratch that. 4 minutes until wailing in growing pain shin agony. Guess I'm getting back up after all.