The other day we were all in the car, chatting about sledding. At the same time, Brad and I thought of the same memory from about 5 years ago...
We went sledding at the elementary school and half way down the hill, Jaimen flew off his sled and landed on his face and cried like it was ripped off (I really don't think the pain was that bad but I'm guessing it scared the ba-jonks out of him).
Much to our surprise, Jaimen didn't remember this. Mr Steal Trap Memory Kid did not recall this happening at all. Mr Remember When I Was 4 And I Got Stung By A Bee At The Pool didn't have one ounce of recollection of this event.
What does this all mean? Nothing really, I just thought it was weird.
JSC
PS Coming back to life is crazy yo.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
I almost don't want to share this...
But really, it's too creepy not to. And I feel like if I write it or talk about it I'll be admitting that it happened, and that I wasn't delusional. Just to forewarn you, its really really really is creepy.
Ok, so, yesterday a co-worker told me about a movie he saw called Paranormal Activity. He said on a scale of 0 to creepy, he rated it creepy. He told me about a couple of scenes and I got really freaked out. Because I'm a true believer of shit like this. I tried my hardest to get the stuff he said out of my head but I kept going back to it, thus making me very jumpy the remainder of the day. So I thought that maybe me being on the edge made me believe that the following happened, but I don't think I can mistake this. My eyes are welling up with tears just thinking about it (which proves how scary it is because the only time my eyes well up with tears and I'm not crying is when I get freaked out, kinda like some people getting goose bumps)...
Chloe has this thing attached to her car seat handle. It's a butterfly that has a chime thing in it to keep her busy. So every time she grabs it or the car seat moves, the little butterfly makes this noise, like a wind chime. Last night I went to bed around nine and woke up at 130am. Not sure why I woke up, but I did. Nothing made me wake up, I just woke up. Husband was next to me, soundly sleeping. I looked at the clock and at the same I did, I heard the chime. I'm like...what the fuck?....I must be sleeping. But no, I was awake and now that I heard the chime again, I was WIDE awake. I tried to wake husband to no avail (he sleeps like a rock and is impossible to wake). I tried to go back to sleep and blame the noise on something else, but I kept hearing it. Being as Chloe's room is right next to ours and that's where her car seat sits, I tried to place the noise somewhere else, like outside, but no. It was coming from her room. Now I feel like I'm going to cry because I can still hear the chime chiming. It's not faint. I can't sorta hear it. I can hear it plain as day. I get a hold of myself and think more logically, it must be the cat. Yes, that's it, it's our big dummy cat playing with her car seat toy. That makes sense. Our cat loves playing with her toys. I've seen him do it dozens of times. I look over at the foot of our bed and much to my dismay, big dummy cat is curled up snoring away. DAMN. Well, if it's not the cat, it must be Super Kid. He's been known to do weird things in his sleep, maybe he's in there playing with it (this is 2am scared shitless logic, work with me). I try to wake Husband up again but he won't wake up. So I did the one thing in scary movies that I never understood, I got up to see if J was in there playing with her car seat toy. As I'm getting up I hear it again. Shit, what am I doing??? I turn on our bathroom light, then the hallway light and peak in her room where I see the edge of the car seat. My heart is beating out of my chest and I really feel like I'm going to faint but I am convinced that I will see J sitting in there half sleeping playing with the little butterfly. I slowly open her door only to find NOTHING.
There was nothing in there. No cat, kid, husband, nothing. I check on Chloe and she's snoozing away, not a care in the world. I look at her car seat and the toy was there, right where it was as I left it. It didn't even look like it had moved an inch.
I go back to bed and I can't sleep. I keep waiting to hear the stupid chime. After at least an hour I managed to fall back to sleep but I can't shake the absolute creepy feeling. I know this happened, I know I heard it, it wasn't a dream. But what was it? I'm not sure I want to know...
Creeeeeeeepy,
JSC
Ok, so, yesterday a co-worker told me about a movie he saw called Paranormal Activity. He said on a scale of 0 to creepy, he rated it creepy. He told me about a couple of scenes and I got really freaked out. Because I'm a true believer of shit like this. I tried my hardest to get the stuff he said out of my head but I kept going back to it, thus making me very jumpy the remainder of the day. So I thought that maybe me being on the edge made me believe that the following happened, but I don't think I can mistake this. My eyes are welling up with tears just thinking about it (which proves how scary it is because the only time my eyes well up with tears and I'm not crying is when I get freaked out, kinda like some people getting goose bumps)...
Chloe has this thing attached to her car seat handle. It's a butterfly that has a chime thing in it to keep her busy. So every time she grabs it or the car seat moves, the little butterfly makes this noise, like a wind chime. Last night I went to bed around nine and woke up at 130am. Not sure why I woke up, but I did. Nothing made me wake up, I just woke up. Husband was next to me, soundly sleeping. I looked at the clock and at the same I did, I heard the chime. I'm like...what the fuck?....I must be sleeping. But no, I was awake and now that I heard the chime again, I was WIDE awake. I tried to wake husband to no avail (he sleeps like a rock and is impossible to wake). I tried to go back to sleep and blame the noise on something else, but I kept hearing it. Being as Chloe's room is right next to ours and that's where her car seat sits, I tried to place the noise somewhere else, like outside, but no. It was coming from her room. Now I feel like I'm going to cry because I can still hear the chime chiming. It's not faint. I can't sorta hear it. I can hear it plain as day. I get a hold of myself and think more logically, it must be the cat. Yes, that's it, it's our big dummy cat playing with her car seat toy. That makes sense. Our cat loves playing with her toys. I've seen him do it dozens of times. I look over at the foot of our bed and much to my dismay, big dummy cat is curled up snoring away. DAMN. Well, if it's not the cat, it must be Super Kid. He's been known to do weird things in his sleep, maybe he's in there playing with it (this is 2am scared shitless logic, work with me). I try to wake Husband up again but he won't wake up. So I did the one thing in scary movies that I never understood, I got up to see if J was in there playing with her car seat toy. As I'm getting up I hear it again. Shit, what am I doing??? I turn on our bathroom light, then the hallway light and peak in her room where I see the edge of the car seat. My heart is beating out of my chest and I really feel like I'm going to faint but I am convinced that I will see J sitting in there half sleeping playing with the little butterfly. I slowly open her door only to find NOTHING.
There was nothing in there. No cat, kid, husband, nothing. I check on Chloe and she's snoozing away, not a care in the world. I look at her car seat and the toy was there, right where it was as I left it. It didn't even look like it had moved an inch.
I go back to bed and I can't sleep. I keep waiting to hear the stupid chime. After at least an hour I managed to fall back to sleep but I can't shake the absolute creepy feeling. I know this happened, I know I heard it, it wasn't a dream. But what was it? I'm not sure I want to know...
Creeeeeeeepy,
JSC
Monday, January 11, 2010
I fail
We got home from going out to eat on Friday and I was fuller than full of spicy chicken. Albeit completely satisfied I felt a little guilty. I mean, I was eating really really really good for a long time. With the exception of the last month of my pregnancy, I ate lots of fruits and veggies and took my vitamins like a good girl and even drank milk for crying out loud for a YEAR.
Anyway, we get home and husband says he needs to go to the store real quick. I thought it was weird but whatever.
He leaves and is back in like 15 minutes and what does he have in tow?
A 12 pack of my old best friend Mountain Dew.
I'm like Hey what's that? (no I didn't, I said What the Fuck is that?).
He goes I got you a present and smiles so genuinely my heart skipped a beat.
I tried not to get mad, but I did a little. Now I have to find the will power not to drink the shit. Because if I have just one, I will start slipping back into a can of MD a day habit and that's just wrong.
What do you think I did?
JSC
Anyway, we get home and husband says he needs to go to the store real quick. I thought it was weird but whatever.
He leaves and is back in like 15 minutes and what does he have in tow?
A 12 pack of my old best friend Mountain Dew.
I'm like Hey what's that? (no I didn't, I said What the Fuck is that?).
He goes I got you a present and smiles so genuinely my heart skipped a beat.
I tried not to get mad, but I did a little. Now I have to find the will power not to drink the shit. Because if I have just one, I will start slipping back into a can of MD a day habit and that's just wrong.
What do you think I did?
JSC
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Damn you Caribou!
So I rewarded myself with coffee yesterday. That delicious coffee that tasted so good that I felt the need to guzzle it. Then two hours later for lunch I had a blueberry muffin and Frito's. An hour after that I was thirsty so I had a Dr Pepper with a granola bar. About 10 minutes later I started feeling extremely nauseous. And my right boobie, not ok. I did some Googling and found that sometimes people get flu like symptoms while weaning because their ducts get clogged but then the clog works itself out and all is well again.
So not sure but one of a few things are happening: I might sick, pregnant, experiencing clogged ducts or I'm just an idiot that ingested more sugar than necessary after a 3 month break from junk food.
Vomit,
JSC
So not sure but one of a few things are happening: I might sick, pregnant, experiencing clogged ducts or I'm just an idiot that ingested more sugar than necessary after a 3 month break from junk food.
Vomit,
JSC
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Blinded by the light
5 days until I am done hating life at 4 hour 10 minute intervals.
5 days until I can casually snack on a chocolate bar, cookie or skittle.
5 days until I can exercise without worrying about the repercussions of sweating too much and leaking everywhere.
5 days until I never have to utter the words 'pump and dump' after drinking a glass or two of wine.
5 days until I can happily drink wine with my sausage, green pepper and onion pizza.
5 days until I don't have to wake up in the middle of the night with big sore boobies that are hard as rocks and ready to burst.
5 days until I don't have to lug the stupid machine back forth with me where ever I go.
5 days until I don't have to lift my shirt up in the bathroom at work and get super fucking cold.
5 days until I can eat the spiciest of spicy foods (look out BDubs).
5 days....oh the glory of it all.
Wishing I had a time machine,
JSC
5 days until I can casually snack on a chocolate bar, cookie or skittle.
5 days until I can exercise without worrying about the repercussions of sweating too much and leaking everywhere.
5 days until I never have to utter the words 'pump and dump' after drinking a glass or two of wine.
5 days until I can happily drink wine with my sausage, green pepper and onion pizza.
5 days until I don't have to wake up in the middle of the night with big sore boobies that are hard as rocks and ready to burst.
5 days until I don't have to lug the stupid machine back forth with me where ever I go.
5 days until I don't have to lift my shirt up in the bathroom at work and get super fucking cold.
5 days until I can eat the spiciest of spicy foods (look out BDubs).
5 days....oh the glory of it all.
Wishing I had a time machine,
JSC
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
I hope this comes out the right way
I've been thinking a lot lately about where I'm suppose to be.
Am I suppose to be a Mom?
Am I suppose to live in this house?
Am I suppose to have this job?
This has all come full circle in the past few weeks where I've come to realize that yes, this is exactly where I'm suppose to be. That every single solitary decision I have made has led me to this place right here.
But then this led me to question why? Why am I in this place right here right now? Is it for a bigger reason that I don't know about?
Like what if I decided to not go online that one night while babysitting sisters kids and poke around on that Internet dating website and had that one fleeting little 'why not' moment and sign up? If I hadn't, I never would have met Husband. Would I have met him in some other capacity? But if I didn't, I wouldn't have perfect daughter right now. Isn't that weird? That one little tiny decision led me to her.
And that could be the answer of why. Why am I here? Because if I wasn't here, then I wouldn't have her. And maybe she is going to bring me someone else in the far off future that will impact my life in some grand way. I guess it's a little bit of a snowball effect.
So, it is a little early for New Years resolutions, but I think I know mine already (and this could just be life teaching me an odd lesson of revelations after 33 years): I am going to be confident in every decision I make. I am not going to question it because it will lead me to things that are suppose to happen.
Yes, that's what I'm going to do.
Clearly,
JSC
Am I suppose to be a Mom?
Am I suppose to live in this house?
Am I suppose to have this job?
This has all come full circle in the past few weeks where I've come to realize that yes, this is exactly where I'm suppose to be. That every single solitary decision I have made has led me to this place right here.
But then this led me to question why? Why am I in this place right here right now? Is it for a bigger reason that I don't know about?
Like what if I decided to not go online that one night while babysitting sisters kids and poke around on that Internet dating website and had that one fleeting little 'why not' moment and sign up? If I hadn't, I never would have met Husband. Would I have met him in some other capacity? But if I didn't, I wouldn't have perfect daughter right now. Isn't that weird? That one little tiny decision led me to her.
And that could be the answer of why. Why am I here? Because if I wasn't here, then I wouldn't have her. And maybe she is going to bring me someone else in the far off future that will impact my life in some grand way. I guess it's a little bit of a snowball effect.
So, it is a little early for New Years resolutions, but I think I know mine already (and this could just be life teaching me an odd lesson of revelations after 33 years): I am going to be confident in every decision I make. I am not going to question it because it will lead me to things that are suppose to happen.
Yes, that's what I'm going to do.
Clearly,
JSC
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Tragic Morning (aka the morning where everything went wrong and then some)
4:40am: Perfect daughter starts squawking. Lay in bed and wait for it to stop. It doesn't.
4:45am: Decide that perfect daughters bedroom floor is the best place to lay down and wait for perfect daughter to launch pacifier out of mouth and start crying like I've never fed her before.
5:00am: The crying begins.
5:10am: Feed daughter. Notice that there is a small black thing in her bottle. Worry excessively that it is a fruit fly. Pretend it's not there knowing that in a couple of years she will be eating dirt and maybe a worm or two.
5:30am: Feeding ends, diaper changed and now I must pump. Plop daughter in car seat because I need an audience.
5:31am: Hook myself up to the stupid machine and turn it on. It doesn't turn on. What the fuck stupid machine? Why aren't you working? Turn off and on about 50 times.
5:35am: Realize I don't have it plugged in. Hate the machine even more.
5:45am: Done pumping. What's that smell? Ah gawd perfect daughter pooped.
5:47am: The poop manages to smear up daughters back, down one leg and foot.
5:50am: Clean up daughter with baby wipes and change outfit.
6:00am: Shower time for me. Put squeaky clean daughter back in car seat and bring her in the bathroom with me.
6:01am: I step into shower and she starts crying. Naturally.
6:02am: For lord knows what I reason I step out of the shower and try to search for daughters pacifier while dripping all over the place. Find pacifier behind her ear after searching under each arm and butt area.
6:10am: Perfect daughter actually falls asleep while I'm blow drying my hair. Nice!
6:20am: Start the car because it's 5 below outside. Declare hatred for Minnesota winters once again.
6:30am: Buckle blissfully sleeping daughter in car seat. Wait a minute, why is she all wet? FUCK. I got her all wet trying to find her pacifier in the shower.
6:31am: Change outfit again and now perfect daughter is screaming at me because she was sleeping and now she's not.
6:35am: In the car finally!
6:45am: Arrive at daycare. Start to panic because I can't find pacifier.
6:50am: (yes a full five minutes later) Realize pacifier is in my hand.
6:51am: As I scurry up to the door I step in dog poop. I'm not kidding.
7:00am: Leave daycare hoping and praying that I make it to work without running over Bambi.
Like I have said dozens of times before, I couldn't make this shit up if I tried.
JSC
4:45am: Decide that perfect daughters bedroom floor is the best place to lay down and wait for perfect daughter to launch pacifier out of mouth and start crying like I've never fed her before.
5:00am: The crying begins.
5:10am: Feed daughter. Notice that there is a small black thing in her bottle. Worry excessively that it is a fruit fly. Pretend it's not there knowing that in a couple of years she will be eating dirt and maybe a worm or two.
5:30am: Feeding ends, diaper changed and now I must pump. Plop daughter in car seat because I need an audience.
5:31am: Hook myself up to the stupid machine and turn it on. It doesn't turn on. What the fuck stupid machine? Why aren't you working? Turn off and on about 50 times.
5:35am: Realize I don't have it plugged in. Hate the machine even more.
5:45am: Done pumping. What's that smell? Ah gawd perfect daughter pooped.
5:47am: The poop manages to smear up daughters back, down one leg and foot.
5:50am: Clean up daughter with baby wipes and change outfit.
6:00am: Shower time for me. Put squeaky clean daughter back in car seat and bring her in the bathroom with me.
6:01am: I step into shower and she starts crying. Naturally.
6:02am: For lord knows what I reason I step out of the shower and try to search for daughters pacifier while dripping all over the place. Find pacifier behind her ear after searching under each arm and butt area.
6:10am: Perfect daughter actually falls asleep while I'm blow drying my hair. Nice!
6:20am: Start the car because it's 5 below outside. Declare hatred for Minnesota winters once again.
6:30am: Buckle blissfully sleeping daughter in car seat. Wait a minute, why is she all wet? FUCK. I got her all wet trying to find her pacifier in the shower.
6:31am: Change outfit again and now perfect daughter is screaming at me because she was sleeping and now she's not.
6:35am: In the car finally!
6:45am: Arrive at daycare. Start to panic because I can't find pacifier.
6:50am: (yes a full five minutes later) Realize pacifier is in my hand.
6:51am: As I scurry up to the door I step in dog poop. I'm not kidding.
7:00am: Leave daycare hoping and praying that I make it to work without running over Bambi.
Like I have said dozens of times before, I couldn't make this shit up if I tried.
JSC
Friday, December 11, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Why I hate...
My breastpump:
I'm not trying to be positive so you can stick your sunshine up your ass,
JSC
- It's messy
I'm not trying to be positive so you can stick your sunshine up your ass,
JSC
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Another confusing exchange
Last night at the dinner table, the following conversation took place between J and I (remember, J is 9 years old)
J: Mom, have you ever used acid?
Me: Oh my gawd, WHAT?
J: You know, acid? Like, when you were in college or before you had me?
Me: What are you talking about? Where did you hear about this?
J: My teacher. She told me she did when she was in college.
Me and Husband simultaneously: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
J: Acid. Like in your Chemistry class or somethin'? We learned all about it in Science today. Did you know that there is acid in vinegar?
Me (thankful that my sweet little boy and his teacher aren't talking about hallucinogenic drug use): No buddy, I didn't know there was acid in vinegar. Go on...
Baffling, isn't it?
JSC
J: Mom, have you ever used acid?
Me: Oh my gawd, WHAT?
J: You know, acid? Like, when you were in college or before you had me?
Me: What are you talking about? Where did you hear about this?
J: My teacher. She told me she did when she was in college.
Me and Husband simultaneously: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
J: Acid. Like in your Chemistry class or somethin'? We learned all about it in Science today. Did you know that there is acid in vinegar?
Me (thankful that my sweet little boy and his teacher aren't talking about hallucinogenic drug use): No buddy, I didn't know there was acid in vinegar. Go on...
Baffling, isn't it?
JSC
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
To: Those Guys who wrote the handbook for my breast pump
Dear Sirs (because there is no way a woman wrote this manual):
Your handbook is crap. Total crap. You keep repeating the phrase 'using your breast pump should not be uncomfortable' and I would like to declare that utter and complete bull shit. I am here to let all of you know that it is uncomfortable. There is nothing enjoyable about it (and YES I know that breast milk is best and it is designed especially for your child yadda yadda yadda HUSH). It feels like someone is giving you a titty twister repeatedly for however long you can endure the pain. Remember titty twisters? I didn't until I started using this thing. The last time I got a titty twister was before I had noted titty's and I think it was my sister who doled them out and it hurt, like a lot. Why don't you mention how to take the stupid tubes off your boobs without making a complete mess? Hmmmmm? I don't see that mentioned anywhere in your brightly colored instructions! I go from getting a boob squeeze for 15 minutes trying to pretend that whatever is on TV is really really interesting to taking the tubes off my boobs and having little droplets of boob milk land on my tummy or run down my sides. I couldn't figure out why my daughter got so upset every time I put her down and I figure it's probably because to her, I smell like food. Putting her in her crib just pisses her off because I smell like a walking candy isle to her. Not cool people, not cool at all.
Please re-write your manual with testimonials from people like me so then at least the consumers will know what they are getting into. Thanks.
Sincerely,
JSC
Your handbook is crap. Total crap. You keep repeating the phrase 'using your breast pump should not be uncomfortable' and I would like to declare that utter and complete bull shit. I am here to let all of you know that it is uncomfortable. There is nothing enjoyable about it (and YES I know that breast milk is best and it is designed especially for your child yadda yadda yadda HUSH). It feels like someone is giving you a titty twister repeatedly for however long you can endure the pain. Remember titty twisters? I didn't until I started using this thing. The last time I got a titty twister was before I had noted titty's and I think it was my sister who doled them out and it hurt, like a lot. Why don't you mention how to take the stupid tubes off your boobs without making a complete mess? Hmmmmm? I don't see that mentioned anywhere in your brightly colored instructions! I go from getting a boob squeeze for 15 minutes trying to pretend that whatever is on TV is really really interesting to taking the tubes off my boobs and having little droplets of boob milk land on my tummy or run down my sides. I couldn't figure out why my daughter got so upset every time I put her down and I figure it's probably because to her, I smell like food. Putting her in her crib just pisses her off because I smell like a walking candy isle to her. Not cool people, not cool at all.
Please re-write your manual with testimonials from people like me so then at least the consumers will know what they are getting into. Thanks.
Sincerely,
JSC
Monday, November 2, 2009
BAM! Bitches
I stepped on the scale today and I only have 8 more pounds to lose to get back to my pre-Chloe weight!
hahahhahahhahahhahahaa
BAM!,
JSC
hahahhahahhahahhahahaa
BAM!,
JSC
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
My days
Here is a little preview of how my days have been since the arrival of Ms Chloe:
2am: My 'shift' with Chloe starts
2:01am: Chloe starts crying so I feed her, burp her, change her diaper (usually twice because you can't poo in an already dirty diaper-you have to wait until the clean one is on)
2:40am: Chloe smiles in her full tummy haze and I don't care about the diaper episodes
2:50am: Chloe falls asleep
3:00am: Shit, time to pump
3:15am: Done pumping
3:15-4:30am: I try to doze off on the couch. Most of the time this doesn't happen because Chloe plays a game where she wants her pacifier but it falls out because she wants to cram her hand in her mouth instead and this wakes her, causes mass hysteria. We play this game until her next feeding
4:30am: Feed Chloe (see 2:01am routine)
5:00am: Fuck, time to pump again
5:20am: Decide it doesn't really make sense to try to go to sleep, so I just stay awake and watch Good Morning America or the Today Show
7:00am: Feed Chloe
7:50am: J comes upstairs, time to feed him breakfast. Whew, easy stuff. Cereal or oatmeal. Hope that he is not crabby. Oops, that was dumb. He's always crabby in the am.
8:00am: Try to shove J out the door in 10 minutes but he's complaining about something. Give him granola bar. Ahhhhh....he's all better.
8:10am-3:00pm: Try to do stuff inbetween pumping, feeding Chloe, checking e-mail (and FB Hello?!?! I do have priorities!), remembering what day it is, taking a walk, returning phone calls (doesn't ever happen), sort the giant pile of mail on my desk and breathe.
3:01pm: Shit, did I pump? Eat lunch? Get the mail?
3-6pm: Feed Chloe, eat dinner. Oh crap, I didn't take a shower. Oh well.
6-7pm: I don't know.
7pm: My shift ends. Night night. Well, this is suppose to be my bed time, but I have to pump again. Blasted!
8pm: k, now it's bed time. Oh look, The Real Housewives of Atlanta is on. Must watch.
9pm: Seriously, I'm going to bed now. See you at 2am.
I should be more tired but I'm just not, or maybe I am,
JSC
2am: My 'shift' with Chloe starts
2:01am: Chloe starts crying so I feed her, burp her, change her diaper (usually twice because you can't poo in an already dirty diaper-you have to wait until the clean one is on)
2:40am: Chloe smiles in her full tummy haze and I don't care about the diaper episodes
2:50am: Chloe falls asleep
3:00am: Shit, time to pump
3:15am: Done pumping
3:15-4:30am: I try to doze off on the couch. Most of the time this doesn't happen because Chloe plays a game where she wants her pacifier but it falls out because she wants to cram her hand in her mouth instead and this wakes her, causes mass hysteria. We play this game until her next feeding
4:30am: Feed Chloe (see 2:01am routine)
5:00am: Fuck, time to pump again
5:20am: Decide it doesn't really make sense to try to go to sleep, so I just stay awake and watch Good Morning America or the Today Show
7:00am: Feed Chloe
7:50am: J comes upstairs, time to feed him breakfast. Whew, easy stuff. Cereal or oatmeal. Hope that he is not crabby. Oops, that was dumb. He's always crabby in the am.
8:00am: Try to shove J out the door in 10 minutes but he's complaining about something. Give him granola bar. Ahhhhh....he's all better.
8:10am-3:00pm: Try to do stuff inbetween pumping, feeding Chloe, checking e-mail (and FB Hello?!?! I do have priorities!), remembering what day it is, taking a walk, returning phone calls (doesn't ever happen), sort the giant pile of mail on my desk and breathe.
3:01pm: Shit, did I pump? Eat lunch? Get the mail?
3-6pm: Feed Chloe, eat dinner. Oh crap, I didn't take a shower. Oh well.
6-7pm: I don't know.
7pm: My shift ends. Night night. Well, this is suppose to be my bed time, but I have to pump again. Blasted!
8pm: k, now it's bed time. Oh look, The Real Housewives of Atlanta is on. Must watch.
9pm: Seriously, I'm going to bed now. See you at 2am.
I should be more tired but I'm just not, or maybe I am,
JSC
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
This just in
I received a bill for my daughter's stay at the spa hospital.
$18,254.46.
Donations gladly accepted.
Gasp,
JSC
$18,254.46.
Donations gladly accepted.
Gasp,
JSC
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Spa Hospital
I've thought about this post for a couple of days now and I think I've come up with a good way to fill you in on the details of my labor experience without going into too much detail.
Really, there aren't too many gruesome details to explore in the first place. I mean, there was blood, and a lot of it, but there wasn't any screaming or punching or fighting with nurses or doctors. Basically, it was just time. And lots of it. Lots and lots and lots and lots of waiting around for my body to kick it into high gear. I'd say the first 15 out of 21 hours (yes I said 21) I was at the hospital, was just a big waiting game.
Call me crazy, but my experience all and all was kinda like going to the spa. The nurses were always asking if I needed anything (can you say endless supply of peanut butter toast? omg), I got fed breakfast lunch and dinner with food that really wasn't too bad. It was all proportioned correctly and some of the meals came with dessert. Husband even 'snuck' me in a big fat piece of chocolate cake to which the kind nurses said 'oh go ahead, YOU DESERVE IT'. Sha, ya think?
During the hardest part of my labor I got to take a warm bath (twice!) with ultra cool bubbles and jets and mood lighting. When things stalled out a bit and being as I was exhausted, they gave me a shot of morphine and I got to take a nap. Really, what can I complain about? Even after I got the epidural and it didn't fully take effect, I got to have it AGAIN. I mean, where else can you go to get food, be waited on, get drugs and then get more drugs when they don't fully numb you? This shit should be illegal!
Things got real scary for us at the very end with some umbilical cord issues, but she came out perfect and screaming and healthy.
Looking back, the very worst parts about my time in the hospital were these 3 things: them taking that awful full back sticker off (remember I had the epi twice so the 1st time it tore the hair off, the 2nd time felt like they tore the skin off), getting into our recovery room at 2am only to be woken up at 430am to pee (OUCH) and then walk around the halls in a complete epi haze, and the absolute worst thing about my labor experience was that one nurse who was checking my cervix in the very beginning who had hands the size of a 5 year old and I swear to you her entire ARM was up my crotch and the pain, oh the pain I felt while she tried to find my cervix, was worse than anything I went thru after that.
Toodles,
JSC
Really, there aren't too many gruesome details to explore in the first place. I mean, there was blood, and a lot of it, but there wasn't any screaming or punching or fighting with nurses or doctors. Basically, it was just time. And lots of it. Lots and lots and lots and lots of waiting around for my body to kick it into high gear. I'd say the first 15 out of 21 hours (yes I said 21) I was at the hospital, was just a big waiting game.
Call me crazy, but my experience all and all was kinda like going to the spa. The nurses were always asking if I needed anything (can you say endless supply of peanut butter toast? omg), I got fed breakfast lunch and dinner with food that really wasn't too bad. It was all proportioned correctly and some of the meals came with dessert. Husband even 'snuck' me in a big fat piece of chocolate cake to which the kind nurses said 'oh go ahead, YOU DESERVE IT'. Sha, ya think?
During the hardest part of my labor I got to take a warm bath (twice!) with ultra cool bubbles and jets and mood lighting. When things stalled out a bit and being as I was exhausted, they gave me a shot of morphine and I got to take a nap. Really, what can I complain about? Even after I got the epidural and it didn't fully take effect, I got to have it AGAIN. I mean, where else can you go to get food, be waited on, get drugs and then get more drugs when they don't fully numb you? This shit should be illegal!
Things got real scary for us at the very end with some umbilical cord issues, but she came out perfect and screaming and healthy.
Looking back, the very worst parts about my time in the hospital were these 3 things: them taking that awful full back sticker off (remember I had the epi twice so the 1st time it tore the hair off, the 2nd time felt like they tore the skin off), getting into our recovery room at 2am only to be woken up at 430am to pee (OUCH) and then walk around the halls in a complete epi haze, and the absolute worst thing about my labor experience was that one nurse who was checking my cervix in the very beginning who had hands the size of a 5 year old and I swear to you her entire ARM was up my crotch and the pain, oh the pain I felt while she tried to find my cervix, was worse than anything I went thru after that.
Toodles,
JSC
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