Archive for April 21st, 2009

Suckitude Continueth

Now, honestly, there's a lot of good going on in my life, so don't think I'm not aware of that.   But just in case someone's keeping score…

  • Sam had a 104 (F) degree fever all day Sunday and was screaming like a banshee most of the night that night.  I know a fever isn't really that big a deal, but I took him to the doctor this morning anyway.  Ear infection and a perforated ear drum.  Poor kiddo. 
  • I hurt my shoulder last Thursday, but I didn't think much of it.  But it's not getting any better, and my range of motion may actually be getting worse, so I went to the doc's office this afternoon.  My nurse practitioner thinks there's a good possibility that I tore my rotator cuff.  She's sending me to the orthopedist.  Fortunately, they can see me tomorrow and can even take the xrays IN the office.  
  • I fell asleep pretty early tonight, thanks to the wonders of pain medicine (see aforementioned shoulder pain).  But then woke up rather abruptly in an extraordinary amount of pain in the lower left quadrant of my back.  I also really felt like I needed to pee.  But… I really couldn't much, and it REALLY hurt to try.  I'm fairly certain that I have either a raging bladder infection or a kidney stone.
  • Seth gave me percocet and I fell asleep (bless him!).  I woke up itching all over (side effect of the opiates – this often happens to me.  Now I can't sleep.  But at least I'm in less pain?

That being said, I will say, I have the world's most wondermous husband, and gosh darned cute kids.  I have so much to be grateful for.  I have a nice (though small) home.  I have an amazing support structure when I need it.  I have a terrific community.  I have flexibility, for the most part.    Though things have been harder these last six or so months than I ever really expected to have to handle, I do have to admit, I pretty much have all of the things I ever really wanted – a wonderful loving family, a community (both IRL and in the blogosphere) who supports us when we need them, and stripey socks.

It would be greedy to ask for much more than that, wouldn't it?

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Escape Artist


Check out that mug shot.  She looks so sweet and innocent, doesn't she?  She doesn't look like a criminal who can escape from a sophisticated prison.  But this adorable little girl… don't let her fool you, she's tricky.  She may be little.  She may be quiet.  She may be cute and cuddly.  But she is an escape artist.

I came home around lunchtime on April 3rd and SuperNanny told me that she wasn't able to let the triplets nap that morning because shortly after she had put them down for their nap, she heard Abby screaming bloody murder.  She went in and discovered that Abby had climbed out of her crib and was hanging on the outside of her crib absolutely terrified to let go, but unable to get back in. 

Gosh, and I had always thought Sam would be the first one out.

I immediately called my friend Michelle, mother extraordinaire to the "trio of terror" as she calls them – adorable triplets who will turn three this summer.  They're gorgeous and sweet, and just recently moved into "big kid beds" after having been in cribs with crib tents for a good long while. 

"Tell me everything there is to know about crib tents."
"They saved my life.  What do you need to know?"
"Are there different kinds?  What should I get? Etc?  I need to go buy one.  NOW.  Abby climbed out of her crib."
"I have one left. Come get it."
"You're an angel.  I'll bring the Starbucks."

Michelle warned me that eventually her kids learned how to unzipper the crib tents.  "But don't worry, it'll take a long time before Abby figures it out!"  It took Abby about three days.  I do not think that's what Michelle meant by "a long time."  Fortunately, Michelle also told me the solution to unzippering – safety-pinning it closed.

And so, this is what Abby's new prison cell crib looks like:


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