Wordless Wednesday (French Toast Batter)

Tanya & Eve

My sister, Tanya, is going to be featured in my favorite magazine, Eve. Eve was a magazine I wrote about a million blogs ago. They are Spokane based. I love reading it. I wish they'd let people subscribe. Don't get me wrong, I love picking up free issues but I would actually pay just to get it in my mailbox. Once the issue comes out I will definitely be posting another blog.

On another Tanya note, I am getting a little excited and a little sad. She is leaving on Thursday to Seattle (I AM SO JEALOUS), to start school at AIS. I will miss her but I am so excited for her new adventures.

Sleeping Baby

Oh Happy Day

I found my wedding ring

By accident of course...

....in an almost empty bag of Always maxi-pads.

Let me explain how it got there.

See, when I was pregnant, my fingers would always swell at night so there were two places either Dan or I would stash my ring. If we were downstairs when I took it off, it would be placed on the fireplace mantle. If we were upstairs, it would go in one of my three nightstand drawers. When I couldn't find it one day I panicked. We have been checking everywhere since.

Since having a baby, I have been dealing with the wonderful after effects of my body cleansing itself. I knew I had a few pads left over in my nightstand. Today, I grabbed one out of the bag and out fell my ring on the bathroom floor.



Now for an update:

My body is slowly recovering from the affects of the antibiotics but the mastitis is still in full swing. I will be calling the doc tomorrow. Thanks to the mommies who have left comments. I love you all, you are great friends.

I'm Dying

A bit dramatic, I know.

I have mastitis.

For everyone who hasn't has the deathly pleasure, trust me, you feel like you're dying. And for anyone who HAS gone through mastitis and thinks I'm playing martyr, then either you don't remember the horrible pain and symptoms or you're some kind of Iron (wo)Man.

Thursday:
I thought it was just a clogged duct. I was actually doing okay with it until 9pm that night. I took a second bath and when I got out I was shivering uncontrollably. I could not get warm. It was 75 degrees in our house, and I was in a sweatshirt and jammie pants, begging Dan to turn the heat on. I took my temp and it was only 99.8. An hour later my teeth were still chattering and I took my temp again - this time it was 102.7. My right breast was bright red and I flinched with even the slightest brush from my shirt. I called my mom who convinced me to contact the on-call doc. Dr. Sestero called me back and said he was going to send an antibiotic prescription to the pharmacy. The pharmacist called me and told me that the prescription was something I would most likely be allergic to as it was in the same family as amoxicillin. Sooo I called the doc back and it was nerve wracking being on the phone with him while he tried to come up with something I could take. At that point he said my only choice was to go to the hospital for IV antibiotics - however he decided to give the pharmacist a call first and see if he had any ideas. 20 min later they came up with clindamycin - an antibiotic that is usually given through IV and rarely dispensed in pill form. He said it wouldn't be as effective as other antibiotics but it was worth a try.

Friday:
Vomiting started in the middle of the night. Slept all day friday. alternating chills & sweats. Too painful to nurse so I pumped instead. Fever to 103.7. Only consumed water & Gatorade. Hips & legs were hurting so badly I couldn't get comfortable. Tylenol wasn't cutting it so I resorted to leftover 10mg hydrocodone which just barely took the edge off. More hot baths.

Saturday:
Body still hurts, fever is up and down. Killer headache. Need sleep. Mastitis is still very present - May have to call doc office on Monday. no energy, can barely get off the couch. feels like it's getting worse rather than getting better.

I have slowly typed all this the past couple days and just posted it today. most of it typed when I've gotten up to go to the bathroom or get a drink.

The Sickies

Both of my boys are sick. Poor babies.

Ian missed therapy today because he is struggling with a lingering cough and runny nose. I hate drugging him up with medicines; he's been on kiddie Dimetapp during the day and half of a Triaminic cough strip at night. It's the only way he can get rest. If he's like this tomorrow, he will have to stay home from school as well.

Aidan has bacterial conjuctivitis (pink eye, eye infection) in both eyes. He's on prescription eye drops that have already helped him immensely in the past 2 days.

Other than those little obstacles, the boys are doing well. Aidan's cord fell off today and he and Ian had a little brotherly adventure in the tub.

Too Funny

Yesterday, Dan did me a favor by getting Ian dressed for the day. Out of the bedroom came Ian, wearing a pair of shortalls and a plaid button down shirt. I didn't have my glasses on but I could tell that it wasn't a shirt I had seen him wear recently. I then noticed it was kind of tight around his arms, making it look like a muscle shirt. As if reading my mind, Dan said "I think this is the last time Ian will get to wear this shirt." - Then it clicked! I said "Dan, I am pretty sure the last time he wore that shirt was a really long time ago, check the size." I already knew what size the shirt was but I wanted to see the look on Dan's face when he checked the tag. As soon as he saw it he burst out laughing and said "No way!"

It was a size 0-3 months.

How he squeezed Ian into it, I have no idea.

We had a good laugh.