Savoring Every Moment .... Living in Today....

I've had this blogger tab open for a few days and ideas in my head. However, the ideas are not making very cohesive thoughts right now. It seems that R passed a bug onto me. Unfortunately as a pregnant woman you can't take crap for a sinus infection. I'm stuck to regular Sud@fed or Tylen0l with Sud@afed. I've managed to take it every four hours for the last day and I feel like my head is still full of the nastiness and my throat has leant me a few dried boogers. I should really get a script for an antibiotic. It's just not that easy. If I were in Virginia I could have called my ob or my pcp and I would have a script within a couple of hours. My OB here.. yeah.. he doesn't handle anything non pregnancy related other than to tell you not to take anything that could work. My PCP here doesn't have my faith (when I called about the pain with eating/drinking.. he sent me to the ER because it could be an allergic reaction). There is the urgent care center where I took T for his conjunctivitis and broken arm. Um, I hate the registration people because they are brainwashed into making patients pay copays (arbitrarily created by administration) even though the patient and the insurance company both know it's not necessary. They are currently holding $100 hostage from our last two visits. If its gets that bad... I'll go to the urgent care and be a witch (not like that will be hard with this massive headache).. until then the Sud@fed every 4 hours, tissues, liquids, and Sud@care shower s00thers are all I got.

What else is happening? The boy who hates being limited by his broken arm has injured himself several times this week. The injuries have included the elbow on the arm that is broken. I'm not sure I will survive this broken arm.

P is working a ton of overtime. Which is awesome because $$$ is always needed. But, I would love for him to have time to just be with me and listen to me ramble while I fold the laundry or make dinner. He's so exhausted now that he can barely manage a hello. I truly feel for him. But, he better mow the yard before the weekend is over. I just can't do it with this sinus infection.

R is eating like a pig today. Before 11 am she had ingested a bowl of cereal, eggs, fruit snacks, and two servings of mashed potatoes. I know there are better things for her to eat. However, I am more excited that she is eating. I took her out the other day to the playground and it was shocking to see how much skinnier she is than the other kids. She doesn't weigh 30lbs yet and she is 3 1/4 years old.

Yeah.. it's pretty boring here. Unless you like to fold clothes.. then we are having a party!! :)

T had a first last week and I didn't find the time to post about it. It must have been all the running around I was doing or was it the fact that I meant to take a picture to go with this post but still haven't.. (I'll work on that tonight).

P called me Thursday around noon to tell me T had fallen off the playground at school. The wind had been knocked out of him and other than a bit of shock the nurse and P agreed that he should go back to class with a recheck in an hour. He went back to class and was perfectly fine. His back was no longer bothering him but his wrist was a bit swollen. Once I heard the second report, I decided to take a trip to the school and check in with the nurse and office staff (why didn't my home # get changed when we moved). On first impression, T looked no worse for wear. He did have swelling on his wrist and I could see a bit of light bruising. Karate was out for the afternoon, so the kiddos and I went to the bookstore.

While we were sitting there I decided to call the pediatrician to get him an appointment for the next day. I wanted to make sure he was going to be well enough to go back to karate over the weekend (at least 3 practices). Once they heard the symptoms they asked me how I felt about getting an xray right away. How could I say no? So off we went to the imaging center that closed in less than 30 minutes. We made it in within seconds of them locking the doors. The xray was simple and as I was chatting with the tech a comment was made that it was a VERY good thing he did not go to karate. I laughed and said I would be waiting for a call from the doctor.

We got home with the plans of making and eating dinner. The water had not come to a boil when I got the call from the pediatrician. It was definitely broken and we needed to go to the urgent care center for a splint and referral to an orthopedist. Whew..

It really wasn't that chaotic. We just kept going on with life not really making a big deal about anything. T and I took a ride to the urgent care and then we came home and had dinner. The next morning I sent him to school expecting the referralf for the orthopedist to come late in the afternoon or on Monday. The medical community actually seemed to be in more of a rush to get him in than we were.

T is a bit frustrated that his dominant wrist is broken. However, there are very few things that it has kept him from doing. He has made two comments trying to milk the situation. "Don't you feel so bad that I broke my wrist that you'll buy me this toy?" and "My handwriting is going to be REALLY bad for 2 months, so you can't get mad at me." LOL.. He is writing, drawing, and climbing rock walls at school. He is also not wearing the blasted sling.

Boys will be boys....

P and I also had a consultation today about speech therapy for T. He will be evaluated here in the next few weeks and may start therapy this year and going into the next school year. It's nothing major.. P and I both had speech, so this is by no means a surprise.

WOW... you made it through that ramble. :) Have a great afternoon. I'm off to the gastroenterologist to claim him as my doctor and follow up on my medical drama from last week.

Today a friend was on the phone stating that she would never be able to keep a bbt chart because she could not sleep the required 4 hours straight without getting up for any of a multitude of toddler and preschooler related issues. STUPIDLY, I was blissfully thinking of the 8.5 hours of sleep I enjoyed the night before.

Tonight is my turn. We turned in late after TV and couple time. Less than 3 hours later DH was hacking up both of his lungs and interrupting my sleep. I rudely told him to shut up so that I could get some sleep. When that did not work, Bean Sprout reminded me that my bladder was fuller than allowed. I went back to bed mumbling and grumbling (how very wifely and caring). DH went into the master bath where he continued to hack. THEN he insisted on rudely slamming drawers and doors in a quest. It was disturbing me so I asked him what the HECK he was looking for. He stated a cough suppressant. Um, those would be the sticky bottles that were dumped out 3 days ago when I was un-packing. I directed him to sinus medication. It took forever for him to cough, open the package, turn off the light, and get in the bed.

DH was laying down when I saw a shadow in my doorway. “What’s wrong Mr. Cuddly (T)?” (What? so I’m a thousand times sweeter to my child than my spouse) “I can’t sleep”. He comes toward the bed. I insist that Daddy’s hacking will not be safe for him. Yet, he still continues. I reach out and touch his forehead. Dang it, he is burning up. I get up and go on a quest for the thermometer. He follows me to the master bath and says he may be sick. He doesn’t get sick but does use the restroom. Whew! I take his temperature with the faulty ear thermometer. It reads 101.1, 101.3, 100.7 and I declare him fevered and ask DH if we are to add a degree*.

I grab fever reducer and Benadryl for the boy in the hopes his fever, sleeplessness, and drainage would be solved eventually. I send him up to the play room with instructions to watch cartoons while the medication begins to work. DH asks me if I am going to check on him after I put everything away. “YES!” I head upstairs and the boy is in his bed. I am up at this point and begin blogging.. The boy is in the room with me within 15 minutes because he’s hot.

Boys = 2 sick (dog seems ok for now)… girls = 1 sleeping soundly.. one dreaming of sleep and promising to be thankful for any and all sleep and sleepless nights.

*Side note: I really should look that up and put a reference chart with the thermometers.

“…instead of adding or subtracting a degree when you report your child's temperature to your pediatrician, simply report the temperature and how you took it. Rectal temperatures are usually about 1 degree higher than oral temperatures and 1 1/2 degrees higher than axillary temperatures, but since you don't have to add a degree with ear or temporal thermometers, talking about adding or subtracting a degree can be confusing.” Pediatrics @ about.com

I've just started reading Melody's work at Pennies in my pocket. She has a ton of money saving tips. But, today she is reviewing and able to give a DVD away. This PrimaPrincess DVD introduces girls to ballet. Stop by and visit Melody for a chance to win this dvd and gleam other great tips from her experience.

Today is the first day of T's elementary career. R and I will join him as he attends his kindergarten openhouse today. We will meet with the teachers, take a peek at the school and his classroom, and sign up for activities (before and after care, at least). We will try to make a good impression (the kids better get a nap before we head out).

Tomorrow I will pack his lunch in a new transformers lunch box. I believe we have all the required supplies to pack this lunch. I wonder if I will cry as I pack his lunch and holler at him to get ready. I know I will take a ton of pictures.

My baby is going to school. It seems like yesterday I thought I would never have a child. Here I am with two beautiful and smart children. My eldest is going into kindergarten and my youngest is so tall and talks up a storm. She'll be THREE in November! Oh my heart hurts.

In a lot of ways I am so ready to have the next baby. However, life has thrown us a few curve balls. The move is taking a bit (ok, six months) longer than we had expected. There will be a lot of physical activity that I may not be able to do if I were six months pregnant. This is also in addition to the fact that we decided that I have to get a job. So any additional children (via fertility treatment)will have to wait unless we spontaniously conceive (it could happen.. maybe)or next spring.

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P took Friday and today off to work on the house in VA. He wants me to go back and do some more (the electrician needs to come by too) later this week. I'll do it because it will just be me and R. We can get the projects done in the morning and visit our friends in the afternoon. I hope to have a job offer before I leave. If I do, GREAT! If not, I will be out pounding the pavement looking for a job.

P bought a paint sprayer and painted over all the color (buyers like white.. whatever) in the house and put a fresh coat in the other rooms. He was sad to paint the kids rooms, because it was like wiping away our life from the house. A buyer who came by yesterday was happy to hear we were painting the rooms white. He'll admit it looks a lot "cleaner", a fresh canvas for a buyer, but it was so pretty and a lot of work to get it the way it was.

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I am feeling pretty good these days. My brief stay in the hospital was a wake up call to take my supplements regularly (no matter what life throws at me). It will take close to three months to feel "normal" even with the iron transfusion and extra large doses of iron at home. My family is afraid that I am over doing it and I am sure they will be mad to hear that I am going back to VA.

I am working hard to incorporate more ACTIVities for the kids and myself. We are swimming every other day and walking too. I have a sparkpage that is helping me keep track of my intake, fitness goals, and personal goals. The kids are also starting tumbling this Wednesday. I may try the gym in the same building... hmm.. a yoga class maybe?