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I cannot find my cell phone and I strongly suspect Ethan may have thrown it down the register (or vent for Anna but then again, she calls blinds “levalors”). If I haven’t answered your call or returned your message? Well, the phone may be in the furnace. Probably next to my debit card- yes, it is gone again.
My oldest son says a lot of funny things. One of his latest malapropisms is the phrase “What I Call” which he uses for common objects with common names that everyone else calls the same thing. For example, today he was informing me that he wanted to wear shorts to school tomorrow. He jumped in the room and drew back his elbow in the “Booyah!” gesture and shouted, “Yes, it is going to be warm! I’m wearing what I call shorts!”
Last weekend, he asked me what my favorite smells were. I told him about chocolate and roses but he kept rolling his eyes and saying “Other favorites besides those favorites.” I got to the part about like the smell of rain when he stopped me and said in a very exasperated tone, “Mom- you can’t smell rain.” The next day, it was about to storm so and I called him outside to smell the coming rain ozone smell. He took a loud sniff and told me, “Mom, it smells like what I call AIR.”
it is thundering and huge drops of rain are splattering on the driveway. the red buds are popping out and getting ready to bloom. i welcome spring with all my heart.
lily is feeling much better and i am too. this was a rough one- we didn’t expect her to go back to the hospital so soon and didn’t forsee her getting so sick. when i took her in, she was coughing up bloody mucous and tossed and turned with a high fever. she had to get another i.v. for antibiotics but each time she goes to the hospital, it gets harder and harder to find a good vein. various nurses go in and out of the room, sometimes on the verge of crying, because they can’t get an i.v. started. it usually takes them at least 45 minutes and a member of the transport team that is used to finding a vein in a moving helicopter, to get her i.v. finally started. i leave the room when they do it because i just can’t watch. i debate if i’m causing more harm by not being in the room when they are poking her with a needle but i think she would look at me with massive betryal if i held her down while they hurt her. i come back when they are done and tell her it is all okay and it is over now. sometimes, i don’t know how much more of this i can take but i can’t do anything else.
dangerously crabby
wanting overpriced coffee
is it worth changing?
This is the first hospital trip since Lily’s mommy separation anxiety began. Sure, it sounds cute; an adorable, curly haired urchin crying and reaching for her beloved mother. In reality, she becomes a little banshee attacking every thing in her reach. Every time I put her down to go to the bathroom or get a break from the tiny hospital room, she gets hysterical. However, if I stay in the room but do not hold her the way she wants to be held (which is not at all- she wants to get dooooooown and chew on medical equipment), she smacks me in the face, tears off my glasses and pulls off her monitoring leads. Since she seems unhappy being held, I put her back in the crib but she responds by standing up and sobbing while occulding her foot I.V. When I go to her, which I have to do since her alarms are blaring by this point, she pulls my hair and rubs her eyes on my shoulder with a little smile on her face. She’s both infuriating and cute at the same time. I‘ve given birth to the female version of my husband. God help me.
She seems to be doing better. They have run every test and can’t figure out what exactly is wrong with her besides some bacterial overgrowth from her trach goo and a fever. As hell bent as she is on making my life miserable right now, I‘d say she’s almost better. She is smiling more which is always a good sign and she’s raring to go.
My frustration is not helped by the fact that some nurses DON’T LISTEN TO ME.
Me: “Give her some Tylenol, she’s incredibly cranky and I think she is hurting.”
Nurse Dumb Shit: “Mmmmm no, we don’t want to mask any more fever by giving her Tylenol.”
(She hadn’t been given any since 2 pm and wasn’t running a fever. I brought Tylenol with me since you never know how soon you’ll be treated in the emergency room. Yeah, I gave her some on my own. If it masks a fever it will only be for four hours and she can return to being febrile in time for your rounds. Biaaatch!)
Me: “I need a rubber band or she will keep pulling this vent off all night long.”
Nurse Don’t Have Any Kids of My Own, Just Got Out of Nursing School Idiot:
“Mmmmm no, we don’t have any.”
Me: “”You don’t have rubber bands!?!?!” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Fine, I’m off to tell the internet, you get her to sleep.”
Right now, I just want to go home. I’m tempted to grab her and run.
many things happen in cycles. full moons, periods and lily getting pneumonia. 103 fever? check. nasal flaring and chest retraction indicating difficulty breathing? check. high heart rate, greenish, blood tinged secretions? check. we’re heading back to the hospital. it is the ER part that pisses me off- i know i’m in for 6-8 hours of waiting for a room. sitting in the waiting room, i wait, i wait, i wait…
i cannot stop listening to amy winehouse’s song rehab. i am behind the times on this one but now that i have found it, it loops in my head all day long. her voice and the song are both remind me of early motown powerhouse singers like aretha and the supremes.
i went grocery shopping earlier, wasn’t paying attention to where i was going and rammed the cart into a carfully constructed display of easter reese’s peanut butter eggs. i love holiday reese’s because they have more peanut butter but hadn’t planned on buying any let alone knocking over thirty of them. there was an older couple in line who saw me plow the candy and send them sliding across the floor. i sheepishly looked around and started picking them up when they gave me this look of “how rude! what has this world come to?! people are walking around knocking down poorly placed seasonal, end cap displays! why, i never!” and turned around to whisper to each other about my lack of couth. i picked them all up and fixed the display- okay, it wasn’t perfect but those things will sell quick! extra peanut butter!
at the checkout, i tried to use my debit card but forgot the pin for the new card we’ve had for a few weeks (since we lose them all the damned time. it isn’t even funny anymore.). i had constructed a mnemonic to remember the PIN- my age + another significant date so i expected to pay and get cash back after i entered the PIN. wrong. i couldn’t remember my PIN so i wrote a check. as i walked out to the car, i realized the number was wrong because i forgot how old i am.
perfumed jesus from the ethnic section of the grocery store. i often stare at the imported mexican grocery items in amusement and curiosity.
