This post is continued on from the previous one & onto recovery...
After returning home from surgery Friday, my sister-in-law left & my mom showed up to take Grant to her house for the night. The following day (sometime in the evening), Joey took me to my parents to stay for Saturday night & took Grant home with home with him. I came home Sunday & then Joey was home with Grant & I both through Tuesday. He had to go back to work Wednesday.I must say that he was more than wonderful & even better than I thought he would be. I had cleaned the house & caught up on all laundry prior to surgery, but he was on top of it keeping it up. He kept the house spotless & kept up with the laundry & dishes. He pretty much pampered me as well. He kept track of the different medications & pain meds & let me sleep whenever I wanted for however long I wanted. He was also on top of caring for all my wounds & emptying my drain (I wore on my right side for four days). He was constantly asking to get me something to drink or fixing me something to eat. He did all of this while keeping up with a very busy little boy who never lets him even sit down! It was hard to know he'd be going back to work, but I already knew my family would be wonderful. The following few days, my mom or mother-in-law would arrive before Grant was up then keep him entertained all day by either taking him to the park or library or to their own houses while I napped & relaxed at home. Once Joey got home from work, he took over. By Friday (one week) I was ready to get out of the house went with my MIL & Grant to her house for the day. Then on Saturday I did the same thing & went to my parents w/ my mom & Grant. (Joey ended up having to work Saturday then helped his sister move). Sunday I hung out with my momma & we went to get pedicures while Joey took Grant up to the motorcycle club & then to his parents to play. This week my MIL & mom are switching every other day... they come before Grant gets up & we do whatever during the day until Joey is home.
Sorry, to bore you with all those details, but I just wanted to jot down how things went for myself. (This blog is a bit of a journal for me).
To get to the good stuff... the first Monday, following surgery, Joey & I went to my first post op where I finally got to see the results! She took off my cast/binder type thing & my bra then removed the drain. I was amazed at how good & EVEN they already looked. I didn't get more than a peek with a hand mirror because she didn't want me sitting up right away after removing the drain. She dressed everything up with ointment & went over how to care for my incisions. For those who are curious, on my right breast, I am cut starting from my armpit through the whole bottom of my breast. Then I'm cut around the nipple (which was resized & lifted) & then from the bottom of the nipple & straight down to to underneath my breast. The left side only needed a lift so I am only stiched around the nipple. During my appointment, she explained more about my surgery & told me the my left breast was much easier than expected & ended up taking alot less time than she imagined it would, but my that I made her work for the right breast. lol We got there though & I am still amazed at how wonderful they turned out & already look. I have even teared up a few times over it all. I think its mostly because I have never had even breasts since the time I developed & now they are even & perky too! hehe (too much info? Get off my blog!! ha) My next appointment was on Thursday & my mom took me. It was fun to have her with me because she had a full reduction on both sides four & a half years ago by the same surgeon. The break down of recorvery is... I have to continue to wear my sports bra thing that buckles in the front for atleast 3 more weeks. I have to frequently put healing ointment on all my incision & next week I start using a special scar cream on them & have to massage it into all the incisions several times a day. (The cream is AMAZING... my moms scars are hardly visible at all)! I can't lift hardly anything heavy & have to be careful with reaching. This is all for the next 3 weeks & then I see my surgeon again & we go from there. I have to say, I feel much better than I thought I would- pain wise, which is great because I don't tolerate the pain pills very good at all. I am suprised at how much more tired I am & have to constantly remind myself that my body is working hard to heal & that is what is taking my energy. The hardest part about it all is not being able to lift my boy! I miss it so much & almost forget that I can't pick him up a billion times a day. I know this will all pass quickly & he won't even remember this time though. He has been the sweetest thing in the whole world & will kiss me, sit by me or do most things I ask. He seems to understand it & has been extra loving to me. This is my last week off before I return to school & that is what scares me the very most...
Thanks to everyone who has called, text, kept us in your prayers, & brought meals! I love you all!!
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
surgery update (long one!)
I'm wide awake due to the neighbors loud music earlier, a woken baby, & feeling helpless to my husband who is now going to run on 4 hours of sleep so I guess I will update this thing...
We bought our house a year and half ago. Its a brand new house in a new neighborhood & we really do LOVE it. It is family friendly w/ lots of parks close by, which is wonderful. We have made new friends that live right across the street... they have a two year old daughter & an eight month old son. That part is so nice. The neighbors on our side of the street aren't so wonderful. A few months back, the guy(s) two houses down, had a dog that was constantly getting out of the fence during the day. (I took him back one of the times.) There was alot of nights that the dog was barking ALL NIGHT too. Finally, we walked over one late night to see what was going on with the dog. Clearly, nobody was home so we peeked around back to look into the yard (its a vinyl fence). As we were looking, here come some other neighbors who were also concerned. We noticed the dog was completely tangled up & couldn't move. This was in the middle of December too! The other neighbors filed a complaint that night. Two nights later, same thing, so we gave them another "warning". The next day the owner of the dog shows up at our house & asks if we left this paper in his mail box... somebody had printed off the weather report for the week & put it in his mailbox. We told him it wasn't us, but let him know what we thought about the issue too & after he left, we got a good laugh about whoever put that in the mailbox. Anyway, since then, it has stopped. Thank goodness. Well now we are having more neighbor issues...The guy next door has clearly had alcohol issues... Joey, him, & another guy all built the fence together this Summer & he wore an alcohol sweat detector thing after several DUI's & was constantly talking about how bad he wanted a beer. Anyway, no big deal there, until recently. He's been rocking out late at night... even on week days & Grant's window is right next to their house. Joey has nicely asked him to keep it down, but it only lasts a couple days at time. Tonight, we'd had it & called the police department. We decided to only "warn" him & not sign a sitation... for now atleast. Grant was completely freaked out by it & woke up several times. Not only is that frustrating, but I can't lift him for atleast 3 more weeks, because of my surgery, so Joey was up with him alot. Let's hope that is all over with now!
Anyway, I've been wanting to post about how surgery so I guess I will write myself to sleep tonight lol...
Friday, the 18th, we arrived at 530 am downtown St. Lukes. We were shocked at how quickly they were ready for me. They took me into the pre surgery place where I gave a pee sample & got into my gown. My nurse came in & did the usual vitals. She seemed like a pretty good nurse & everything was going well. After a few minutes, they let Joey back to sit with me while we waited & waited for surgery. One of the times she came in, she asked me if I was had any questions, so out of pure curiosity, I asked if I'd have a catheter & when they'd be putting it in. She gave me a weird look & said of course not. She went on & on for the next few minutes about how there is no way I'd even need a catheter because everything stops while your under. I still thougth that sounded odd since I'd be under for up to 7 hours, but I didn't question her. She kept bringing it up as she popped in & out of the room... almost as if she wasn't sure herself, but didn't want to be wrong. My anesthesiologist (sp) & his nurse came in to meet me & then we just waited for my surgeon to come in & draw all over me while I was standing up. As the surgeon walks in, she laughs while telling the surgeon that I thought I might have a catheter. My surgeon looks at her with kind of an evil eye & says OF COURSE she'll have a catheter & the nurse just walks out. I thought it was pretty funny! After that, I got the happy juice & remember telling Joey I can feel my arm burning... then boom, I was out & off to surgery.
I had advised Joey to not sit at the hospital all day, so he went and got a few groceries & dropped them off home then went to play with Grant, who was at his parents house.
Sidenote: last week, Grant got the flu & ended up being really sick for 3 days. We dropped him off Thursday night & while we were there, my MIL starts throwing up too! Ughhh... I was seriously contemplating cancelling surgery, but we'd be out alot of money & have to wait months to reschedule. Joey's dad assured us he'd be fine with him & didn't have to work the next day so we finally left. The next morning (while I'm in surgery) Joey's dad ends up having to go into work so my sister-in-law called into her work & ended up having Grant all day. It was pretty hectic!
Surgery went really well & ended up not taking as long as planned. They took me into the main recovery room for an hour or so before they would take me into a different recovery room where I could have visitors. The nurse in the main recovery seemed nice although I don't remember much of that. When I got to the other room, I was starting to be pretty alert & was sooo thirsty. I was freaked out because I knew where I was, but the nurses were ignoring me & Joey wasn't in there like I thought he'd be. I finally pushed my call button & a guy nurse came in, introduced himself then started to walk out! I asked him where my husband was & ended up waiting about 20 more minutes until Joey came in. He too, was out there asking several times when he could finally come in. In the meantime, I pushed my call button and asked for a drink & the nurse said sure I'll get you water then acted kind of put out when I asked if I could have a coke. He hands me it & partially sits me up then walks off. Umm... HELLO! I need sat up all the way & I don't have anywhere to set this down. I held it while feeling all sleepy & ended up reaching to the tray at the end up my bed to put it down. (I'm not supposed to be down anything like that with my arms.) Joey came in & I felt a huge relief just having him there. Shortly after, I started feeling really nauseated & Joey got the nurse. He asked me if I'd rather have one drug or another. Uh.. I don't know, you're the nurse, but Joey ended up making the decision. He gives it to me & nothing really changes so I tell him that I think its because my stomach is so empty. I was so hungry! (Hadn't ate in about 20 hours). He hesitates then offers a couple crackers & brings me two. I eat those, and as I expected, two crackers didn't do crap. Once again, I had to ask for more & then he gives me the option of saltines or ritz so I say ritz & make the comment that they don't seem as dry to swallow. He turns around, and says a crackers a cracker & throws them on my lap. At this point, Joey & I are both irritated & I'm trying to prep myself to ask to get he catheter out & leave. During shift change, I hear my nurse tell the next nurse good luck! Now I'm about to cry because I really didn't think I was being a difficult patient & Joey assures me that I wasn't & he was just an ass. The new nurse comes in & takes the catheter, but says I need to stay atleast a few more minutes after that. All of a sudden, a throbbing pain all over my chest starts & it takes my breath away. Joey gets the nurse, & I tell her my pain is unbareable & asked if I could have anything. She hesitates & asks me to wait it out. I wait a few minutes & nothing changes. Joey gets her back in the room & she says I shouldn't have anything because I had a Norco just over an hour before then walks out! I start crying & my heart monitor starts beeping really loud so a couple nurses come in then decide to call my surgeon & see what she thinks & of course, she tells them to give me something & that I'm not to leave until I'm comfortable. They finally come in with a little morphine. Ahhhh! :) I get the nerve up to tell that bitch a little something (sorry for the language!) I go on to say, "I don't know if you have ever given birth, but let me tell you... I did give birth without even a tylenol & wasn't at this or any stupid hospital for that matter. I have a high pain tolerance & only take things when absolutely needed." She doesn't say a word & walks out! Joey gives me a high five & we laugh our butts off! If you know me, you know I'm not very outspoken & definately don't use my natural birth card to often. I was proud! She nervously comes back in & says I need to try to rest so I can go home. How the heck do you rest with a fluoresent light above your head? I decide to be a brat (not really though) & have her come back to ask if she'd turn the light off so I can rest. She hesitates, but finally does. I nod off to sleep for about five minutes & boom the light's back on. Wow! I'm so mad by this point so I have Joey sit me up. She finally goes out & I sit start to fall asleep again when I suddenly feel the urge to pee. I'm thinking great... just great. I tell Joey I'm going to hold it until we leave because I'm not asking that bitch for anything. He doesn't think thats a good idea & pushes the call light. Nobody comes in & we wait... finally, he goes out & gets a nurse (not my nurse) to come in & take me to the bathroom. She grabs my upper arm to get up. Ouch, Lady... did you not read your notes that I can't be pulled on my arms!! Ughhhh... Joey asks if he should come with me or if she will handle it & she tells him I'm fine. She walks me into the bathroom, hooks my iv on something and walks out. Thanks... guess I'l lean over, pull down my own pants, yank the toilet paper off (all no-no's) but what can I do? I pull the call light because you know she didn't even wait outside the bathroom, & finally comes in & unhooks the iv then just stands there while I pull up my pants & turn on the sink. We get back to my room & I tell Joey, I'm done with this place & leaving so I sit down in the regular chair & he puts my shoes on. My nurse okays it with my surgeon & we are out! I cry the whole way home & beg Joey to tell me if I was being difficult & his insists that it wasn't me & they were extremely rude. We get home & my boy comes running to me saying momma, momma. I completely lose it & bawl my eyes out even more.
I will update the more on the recovery part later... time for bed finally!
We bought our house a year and half ago. Its a brand new house in a new neighborhood & we really do LOVE it. It is family friendly w/ lots of parks close by, which is wonderful. We have made new friends that live right across the street... they have a two year old daughter & an eight month old son. That part is so nice. The neighbors on our side of the street aren't so wonderful. A few months back, the guy(s) two houses down, had a dog that was constantly getting out of the fence during the day. (I took him back one of the times.) There was alot of nights that the dog was barking ALL NIGHT too. Finally, we walked over one late night to see what was going on with the dog. Clearly, nobody was home so we peeked around back to look into the yard (its a vinyl fence). As we were looking, here come some other neighbors who were also concerned. We noticed the dog was completely tangled up & couldn't move. This was in the middle of December too! The other neighbors filed a complaint that night. Two nights later, same thing, so we gave them another "warning". The next day the owner of the dog shows up at our house & asks if we left this paper in his mail box... somebody had printed off the weather report for the week & put it in his mailbox. We told him it wasn't us, but let him know what we thought about the issue too & after he left, we got a good laugh about whoever put that in the mailbox. Anyway, since then, it has stopped. Thank goodness. Well now we are having more neighbor issues...The guy next door has clearly had alcohol issues... Joey, him, & another guy all built the fence together this Summer & he wore an alcohol sweat detector thing after several DUI's & was constantly talking about how bad he wanted a beer. Anyway, no big deal there, until recently. He's been rocking out late at night... even on week days & Grant's window is right next to their house. Joey has nicely asked him to keep it down, but it only lasts a couple days at time. Tonight, we'd had it & called the police department. We decided to only "warn" him & not sign a sitation... for now atleast. Grant was completely freaked out by it & woke up several times. Not only is that frustrating, but I can't lift him for atleast 3 more weeks, because of my surgery, so Joey was up with him alot. Let's hope that is all over with now!
Anyway, I've been wanting to post about how surgery so I guess I will write myself to sleep tonight lol...
Friday, the 18th, we arrived at 530 am downtown St. Lukes. We were shocked at how quickly they were ready for me. They took me into the pre surgery place where I gave a pee sample & got into my gown. My nurse came in & did the usual vitals. She seemed like a pretty good nurse & everything was going well. After a few minutes, they let Joey back to sit with me while we waited & waited for surgery. One of the times she came in, she asked me if I was had any questions, so out of pure curiosity, I asked if I'd have a catheter & when they'd be putting it in. She gave me a weird look & said of course not. She went on & on for the next few minutes about how there is no way I'd even need a catheter because everything stops while your under. I still thougth that sounded odd since I'd be under for up to 7 hours, but I didn't question her. She kept bringing it up as she popped in & out of the room... almost as if she wasn't sure herself, but didn't want to be wrong. My anesthesiologist (sp) & his nurse came in to meet me & then we just waited for my surgeon to come in & draw all over me while I was standing up. As the surgeon walks in, she laughs while telling the surgeon that I thought I might have a catheter. My surgeon looks at her with kind of an evil eye & says OF COURSE she'll have a catheter & the nurse just walks out. I thought it was pretty funny! After that, I got the happy juice & remember telling Joey I can feel my arm burning... then boom, I was out & off to surgery.
I had advised Joey to not sit at the hospital all day, so he went and got a few groceries & dropped them off home then went to play with Grant, who was at his parents house.
Sidenote: last week, Grant got the flu & ended up being really sick for 3 days. We dropped him off Thursday night & while we were there, my MIL starts throwing up too! Ughhh... I was seriously contemplating cancelling surgery, but we'd be out alot of money & have to wait months to reschedule. Joey's dad assured us he'd be fine with him & didn't have to work the next day so we finally left. The next morning (while I'm in surgery) Joey's dad ends up having to go into work so my sister-in-law called into her work & ended up having Grant all day. It was pretty hectic!
Surgery went really well & ended up not taking as long as planned. They took me into the main recovery room for an hour or so before they would take me into a different recovery room where I could have visitors. The nurse in the main recovery seemed nice although I don't remember much of that. When I got to the other room, I was starting to be pretty alert & was sooo thirsty. I was freaked out because I knew where I was, but the nurses were ignoring me & Joey wasn't in there like I thought he'd be. I finally pushed my call button & a guy nurse came in, introduced himself then started to walk out! I asked him where my husband was & ended up waiting about 20 more minutes until Joey came in. He too, was out there asking several times when he could finally come in. In the meantime, I pushed my call button and asked for a drink & the nurse said sure I'll get you water then acted kind of put out when I asked if I could have a coke. He hands me it & partially sits me up then walks off. Umm... HELLO! I need sat up all the way & I don't have anywhere to set this down. I held it while feeling all sleepy & ended up reaching to the tray at the end up my bed to put it down. (I'm not supposed to be down anything like that with my arms.) Joey came in & I felt a huge relief just having him there. Shortly after, I started feeling really nauseated & Joey got the nurse. He asked me if I'd rather have one drug or another. Uh.. I don't know, you're the nurse, but Joey ended up making the decision. He gives it to me & nothing really changes so I tell him that I think its because my stomach is so empty. I was so hungry! (Hadn't ate in about 20 hours). He hesitates then offers a couple crackers & brings me two. I eat those, and as I expected, two crackers didn't do crap. Once again, I had to ask for more & then he gives me the option of saltines or ritz so I say ritz & make the comment that they don't seem as dry to swallow. He turns around, and says a crackers a cracker & throws them on my lap. At this point, Joey & I are both irritated & I'm trying to prep myself to ask to get he catheter out & leave. During shift change, I hear my nurse tell the next nurse good luck! Now I'm about to cry because I really didn't think I was being a difficult patient & Joey assures me that I wasn't & he was just an ass. The new nurse comes in & takes the catheter, but says I need to stay atleast a few more minutes after that. All of a sudden, a throbbing pain all over my chest starts & it takes my breath away. Joey gets the nurse, & I tell her my pain is unbareable & asked if I could have anything. She hesitates & asks me to wait it out. I wait a few minutes & nothing changes. Joey gets her back in the room & she says I shouldn't have anything because I had a Norco just over an hour before then walks out! I start crying & my heart monitor starts beeping really loud so a couple nurses come in then decide to call my surgeon & see what she thinks & of course, she tells them to give me something & that I'm not to leave until I'm comfortable. They finally come in with a little morphine. Ahhhh! :) I get the nerve up to tell that bitch a little something (sorry for the language!) I go on to say, "I don't know if you have ever given birth, but let me tell you... I did give birth without even a tylenol & wasn't at this or any stupid hospital for that matter. I have a high pain tolerance & only take things when absolutely needed." She doesn't say a word & walks out! Joey gives me a high five & we laugh our butts off! If you know me, you know I'm not very outspoken & definately don't use my natural birth card to often. I was proud! She nervously comes back in & says I need to try to rest so I can go home. How the heck do you rest with a fluoresent light above your head? I decide to be a brat (not really though) & have her come back to ask if she'd turn the light off so I can rest. She hesitates, but finally does. I nod off to sleep for about five minutes & boom the light's back on. Wow! I'm so mad by this point so I have Joey sit me up. She finally goes out & I sit start to fall asleep again when I suddenly feel the urge to pee. I'm thinking great... just great. I tell Joey I'm going to hold it until we leave because I'm not asking that bitch for anything. He doesn't think thats a good idea & pushes the call light. Nobody comes in & we wait... finally, he goes out & gets a nurse (not my nurse) to come in & take me to the bathroom. She grabs my upper arm to get up. Ouch, Lady... did you not read your notes that I can't be pulled on my arms!! Ughhhh... Joey asks if he should come with me or if she will handle it & she tells him I'm fine. She walks me into the bathroom, hooks my iv on something and walks out. Thanks... guess I'l lean over, pull down my own pants, yank the toilet paper off (all no-no's) but what can I do? I pull the call light because you know she didn't even wait outside the bathroom, & finally comes in & unhooks the iv then just stands there while I pull up my pants & turn on the sink. We get back to my room & I tell Joey, I'm done with this place & leaving so I sit down in the regular chair & he puts my shoes on. My nurse okays it with my surgeon & we are out! I cry the whole way home & beg Joey to tell me if I was being difficult & his insists that it wasn't me & they were extremely rude. We get home & my boy comes running to me saying momma, momma. I completely lose it & bawl my eyes out even more.
I will update the more on the recovery part later... time for bed finally!
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Grant at 19 months
Just kidding... that wasn't my last post. I should be sleeping, but I want to update on Grant before surgery. He's being doing so many new things everyday and I've got to start keeping better track...
Potty training is still going really well, thank goodness! I've lost track of how many days its been since his last accident. He now has his potty seat on the regular toilet and most of the time doesn't even use that. When we ask if he needs to go, he will either go straight to the bathroom or just say no (in the cutest voice ever.) Every so often he will even grab himself and say potty! He still wears pull-ups at naptime and bedtime, but I'm not planning on night training him until he's out of the crib and that will be awhile...
(This Summer we are planning on moving him into the other room and making it a "big boy" room w/ a toddler bed. His room that he's in now is much better for the new brother or sister that will be in the making whenever I am healed up from surgery!)
He is starting to talk alot more and I have lost track of all the things he can say now as they come out of no where and are totally random. Tonight, he pointed at the sky and said blue then found the moon and said "moon". He will also point out an airplane and any birds/ducks.
He starts looking for airplanes as soon as he hears one and get super excited.
He knows a few colors and can say a couple of them and then will relate them to anything else that same color.
He point's to himself and says "Grant" although its not very clear yet.
He is ALL boy and loves playing chase and anything else that includes running and wrestling.
He could stay outside all day everyday, no matter what the weather.
He is starting to be able to sit for longer periods of time to cuddle, watch cartoons, play with a toy, or look at a book.
He loves to "help" with everything and will find any tiny piece of something and say "ugh oh" then take it to the garbage.
I've noticed that he is a bit OCD and likes to organize and clean things. (hmmm, I have no idea where he gets that from!)
He knows all his animals and the sounds that they make. He loves to bark at dogs whenever we see one and especially loves petting and meowing at my parents cat.
He doesn't like his hands dirty and wants them cleaned off all the time. (Again, I wonder where he gets that. hehe)
He is very sensitive and fake cries every so often. He pulls an awesome "pouty face" too. He's very sympathetic to anyone that is upset and will hug and kiss them like crazy.
He is loves bathtime.. especially when its in our big bathtub and even more when mommy gets in with him. :) Its always a good excuse for me to take a bubble bath after he gets out.
We are both thouroughly enjoying this stage as we have every stage. He is just sooo fun and so sweet. I can't believe how fast the time goes and how quickly he learns new things. Being a mommy is the very BEST thing in the world! I cannot wait to give him a brother or sister to play with. I know he will be the most wonderful and helpful big brother once he realizes that a little attention will be taken from him.
Potty training is still going really well, thank goodness! I've lost track of how many days its been since his last accident. He now has his potty seat on the regular toilet and most of the time doesn't even use that. When we ask if he needs to go, he will either go straight to the bathroom or just say no (in the cutest voice ever.) Every so often he will even grab himself and say potty! He still wears pull-ups at naptime and bedtime, but I'm not planning on night training him until he's out of the crib and that will be awhile...
(This Summer we are planning on moving him into the other room and making it a "big boy" room w/ a toddler bed. His room that he's in now is much better for the new brother or sister that will be in the making whenever I am healed up from surgery!)
He is starting to talk alot more and I have lost track of all the things he can say now as they come out of no where and are totally random. Tonight, he pointed at the sky and said blue then found the moon and said "moon". He will also point out an airplane and any birds/ducks.
He starts looking for airplanes as soon as he hears one and get super excited.
He knows a few colors and can say a couple of them and then will relate them to anything else that same color.
He point's to himself and says "Grant" although its not very clear yet.
He is ALL boy and loves playing chase and anything else that includes running and wrestling.
He could stay outside all day everyday, no matter what the weather.
He is starting to be able to sit for longer periods of time to cuddle, watch cartoons, play with a toy, or look at a book.
He loves to "help" with everything and will find any tiny piece of something and say "ugh oh" then take it to the garbage.
I've noticed that he is a bit OCD and likes to organize and clean things. (hmmm, I have no idea where he gets that from!)
He knows all his animals and the sounds that they make. He loves to bark at dogs whenever we see one and especially loves petting and meowing at my parents cat.
He doesn't like his hands dirty and wants them cleaned off all the time. (Again, I wonder where he gets that. hehe)
He is very sensitive and fake cries every so often. He pulls an awesome "pouty face" too. He's very sympathetic to anyone that is upset and will hug and kiss them like crazy.
He is loves bathtime.. especially when its in our big bathtub and even more when mommy gets in with him. :) Its always a good excuse for me to take a bubble bath after he gets out.
We are both thouroughly enjoying this stage as we have every stage. He is just sooo fun and so sweet. I can't believe how fast the time goes and how quickly he learns new things. Being a mommy is the very BEST thing in the world! I cannot wait to give him a brother or sister to play with. I know he will be the most wonderful and helpful big brother once he realizes that a little attention will be taken from him.
Birthday Weekend
My 21st Birthday was on Sunday the 13th. I didn't really want to celebrate for many reasons... 1) I feel kind of silly even admitting that I'm only 21. ( I feel much older w/ the life I lead. 2) I don't like to drink and can't handle it well AT ALL. & 3) I have/had a long week ahead of me getting ready for surgery.
Needless to say, my husband wasn't having it and insisted we celebrate with family and friends. We ended up doing it Saturday...
My boys (Joey and Grant) took me to my favorite little breakfast place, Sunrise, first thing in the morning. Afterward we went and got our Costco trip out of the way and then went to the mall. Joey wanted me to pick something to wear that night. I found some cute stuff and we headed home to get Grant down for his nap. (Does that sound like the typical 21st birthday yet? lol)
That night, we met both of our families and a few close friends at Red Robin for dinner. Grant went home w/ my parents and we came home and met friends at the house... the guys caught up on Supercross.
We all headed downtown at 11:30ish where we met my brothers and couple more friends.
Our original plan was to meet at Mack & Charlies and go from there. It was packed w/ a line at the door so we walked down to another bar (Bistro) and went in there. It too was completely packed and the music was wayyy to loud! I was instantly ready to leave, but instead got a drink and took a birthday shot w/ my brother. I couldn't even hear/talk to any of my family or friends and was ready to leave.
We all walked out when suddenly everyone split without a plan... Joey, his sister, my brothers, and on other couple were the only ones with me. (We started w/ about 16 of us). We decided to go to a smaller place. It was much quieter and not busy at all. My kind of place! All I wanted to do that night was chat w/ my friends and kind of relax. (Still not sounding very 21.. I must just be boring). Well the ones who stayed w/ us were there and we ended up losing track of everyone else. We stayed for a bit (we only had 2 hours anyway). We stopped for a slice of greasy pizza on the way... and I hoped it'd mean I wouldn't get sick.
We got home and went straight to bed where I tossed and turned most of the night and didn't sleep a wink, by 7ish I started puking and was sick ALL morning. Exactly why I can't drink! Not only did out way to late, we lost an hour because of the time change.
Sunday, my actual birthday, I was exhausted and felt pretty crappy.
Oh well, its over and done with now and I'm happy to say, you won't be seeing me downtown at the bars. Its not fun at all and my life, whether its like any other 21 year olds or not, is SOOO much better. I am so lucky to have already found my soulmate and started a family. I couldn't imagine things any different or better than they are.
I am thankful for my husband who wanted to make my day special and for my family and friends who came along... even if some ditched me later in the night. :)
Fast forward to today, Monday. The lost night of sleep and the time change made for a late start at a not-so-fun morning in class and now the crazy week begins... surgery is FRIDAY!
I have atleast finished my homework, but am studying like crazy for the exam that I'm taking a week before everyone else on Thursday and sometime I need to fit in going grocery shopping, touching-up the house, renewing my license, and celebrating my brothers birthday... Oh and of course, I will be squeezing on and playing with my boy as much a possible. The thought of not being able to lift him is really breaking my heart. I got him to sleep in my arms Friday night and ended up holding him while bawling my eyes out and kissing all over him for a couple of hours. It was much needed!!!
Here we go...
This is probably my last post until sometime after surgery so wish me luck!
Needless to say, my husband wasn't having it and insisted we celebrate with family and friends. We ended up doing it Saturday...
My boys (Joey and Grant) took me to my favorite little breakfast place, Sunrise, first thing in the morning. Afterward we went and got our Costco trip out of the way and then went to the mall. Joey wanted me to pick something to wear that night. I found some cute stuff and we headed home to get Grant down for his nap. (Does that sound like the typical 21st birthday yet? lol)
That night, we met both of our families and a few close friends at Red Robin for dinner. Grant went home w/ my parents and we came home and met friends at the house... the guys caught up on Supercross.
We all headed downtown at 11:30ish where we met my brothers and couple more friends.
Our original plan was to meet at Mack & Charlies and go from there. It was packed w/ a line at the door so we walked down to another bar (Bistro) and went in there. It too was completely packed and the music was wayyy to loud! I was instantly ready to leave, but instead got a drink and took a birthday shot w/ my brother. I couldn't even hear/talk to any of my family or friends and was ready to leave.
We all walked out when suddenly everyone split without a plan... Joey, his sister, my brothers, and on other couple were the only ones with me. (We started w/ about 16 of us). We decided to go to a smaller place. It was much quieter and not busy at all. My kind of place! All I wanted to do that night was chat w/ my friends and kind of relax. (Still not sounding very 21.. I must just be boring). Well the ones who stayed w/ us were there and we ended up losing track of everyone else. We stayed for a bit (we only had 2 hours anyway). We stopped for a slice of greasy pizza on the way... and I hoped it'd mean I wouldn't get sick.
We got home and went straight to bed where I tossed and turned most of the night and didn't sleep a wink, by 7ish I started puking and was sick ALL morning. Exactly why I can't drink! Not only did out way to late, we lost an hour because of the time change.
Sunday, my actual birthday, I was exhausted and felt pretty crappy.
Oh well, its over and done with now and I'm happy to say, you won't be seeing me downtown at the bars. Its not fun at all and my life, whether its like any other 21 year olds or not, is SOOO much better. I am so lucky to have already found my soulmate and started a family. I couldn't imagine things any different or better than they are.
I am thankful for my husband who wanted to make my day special and for my family and friends who came along... even if some ditched me later in the night. :)
Fast forward to today, Monday. The lost night of sleep and the time change made for a late start at a not-so-fun morning in class and now the crazy week begins... surgery is FRIDAY!
I have atleast finished my homework, but am studying like crazy for the exam that I'm taking a week before everyone else on Thursday and sometime I need to fit in going grocery shopping, touching-up the house, renewing my license, and celebrating my brothers birthday... Oh and of course, I will be squeezing on and playing with my boy as much a possible. The thought of not being able to lift him is really breaking my heart. I got him to sleep in my arms Friday night and ended up holding him while bawling my eyes out and kissing all over him for a couple of hours. It was much needed!!!
Here we go...
This is probably my last post until sometime after surgery so wish me luck!
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Focus, focus, focus
I can't believe that I'm only 10 days from having surgery. It seems like forever that I've been waiting for 1-even being able to get it done, and 2- just waiting the almost 5 months of having it scheduled. I've been this way for a long time and although it's always been devistating, it has NEVER affected me the way it has in recent years. Maybe its that it got a billion times worse from pregnancy, or maybe its just the lack of self-esteem its given me, but either way, I couldn't be more excited to just have it done and over with. Well, until we see what baby number two, and maybe three and four (hee hee) do to my body! For now, I can't think about that and just have to be happy with how I will feel and know that if this does happen again, atleast this time, I'm starting from a good (even) place. I can't express how nice it will feel to wear a bra without the huge insert (that is usually used for masectomy patients). It will be so nice to not be constantly adjusting and worrying about things looking normal. It will feel so good to shop and have a broader selection of what I can actually wear. It will be a relief to not have to wash and powder that damn thing all the time! haha. Most of all, I know I will feel better and happier and right now, thats what matters!
For months, this day couldn't come fast enough... now that its creeping up on me, I feel the stress and huge load of to-do's on my shoulders. Not only do I have a 19 month old, who's in the middle of potty training, but I have a crap load of homework and studying in preparation for my early exam. I'm not doing so well in math and NEED to do extremely good on the exam! I want to go to the hospital that day (530 am. Yikes!) feeling at ease about everything. To do that, I need to have a good grade in math, a happy baby, a clean house, and a plan! The goal this week is to do all the homework. This weekend I will take time out for myself, since its my 21st birthday, to have a good time with family and friends. Starting Monday, I will be studying my heart out for that exam on Thursday, come home and touch up the house, and spend the evening relaxing (or trying to, but I'm sure I'll be a nervous wreck). On top of that, we might be getting a different SUV and even if we don't, I'll have to spare some time for the DMV to renew my license, go get a few groceries, and plan a few easy meals for the husband to make...
Let me say, I know I should just be feeling very blessed to be having my issue fixed and that I KNOW there are alot of people who have alot more/worse stresses in there life. This is just my place to unload, vent, and write things out!
For months, this day couldn't come fast enough... now that its creeping up on me, I feel the stress and huge load of to-do's on my shoulders. Not only do I have a 19 month old, who's in the middle of potty training, but I have a crap load of homework and studying in preparation for my early exam. I'm not doing so well in math and NEED to do extremely good on the exam! I want to go to the hospital that day (530 am. Yikes!) feeling at ease about everything. To do that, I need to have a good grade in math, a happy baby, a clean house, and a plan! The goal this week is to do all the homework. This weekend I will take time out for myself, since its my 21st birthday, to have a good time with family and friends. Starting Monday, I will be studying my heart out for that exam on Thursday, come home and touch up the house, and spend the evening relaxing (or trying to, but I'm sure I'll be a nervous wreck). On top of that, we might be getting a different SUV and even if we don't, I'll have to spare some time for the DMV to renew my license, go get a few groceries, and plan a few easy meals for the husband to make...
Let me say, I know I should just be feeling very blessed to be having my issue fixed and that I KNOW there are alot of people who have alot more/worse stresses in there life. This is just my place to unload, vent, and write things out!
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