I’ve caught the crud that has been going around. I don’t think it’s the flu but it has made me very tired and slowed my brain. I don’t think I’ll be able to post until I feel better, which will hopefully be soon. I hope you all are staying healthy!
From me and my little turkeys:
West left a note on my bedside table while I was taking a nap. It said, “I love you so much I could marry you.”
West really wants a pocket knife so I told him that if he could go a week without hitting, kicking, or biting Cash that I would buy him one. He said he’ll just get one when he turns 18 and moves out.
West: We should pay people to be our servants and bring us snacks while we lay on the couch. I want a robot servant for Christmas.
West: I have 3,000 spaces in my brain for photos or video.
West: Daddy, how many tons do you weigh?
Mommy, have you heard of a time toilet?
Cash, quit talking about gross stuff.
Actually Mommy, it’s awesome because you travel either forward or backward in time when you go potty in it.
Cash, can you ask your teacher to send home another copy of that note? I can’t find the first one you brought home.
Mommy, if I ask her that, she’s going to think you’re a crazy person.
Cash, running into hall above living room, “Mommy, I can’t sleep.” Me: “Have you tried closing your eyes?” Cash, “No”, runs back into bed.
Cash: I want to watch the debate.
Me: You can watch it tomorrow; I’m taping it.
Cash: You’re whating it? What does taping mean?
Me: *feels very old*
I’m reporting for surgery at 6:45am this morning. I want to thank all my family and friends (both “real-life” and online) for all of the prayers, good thoughts, and support during this time. As soon as I feel well enough to blog, I’ll be sure and update you all on how I’m doing. I know, especially for my Facebook friends, my medical updates are probably getting tiring. Hopefully after I recover from this surgery, I can stop with the annoying medical updates and start posting annoying updates about my goal to run a marathon before my fortieth birthday.
A funny story from this morning: I needed an IV put in before the flexible sigmoidoscopy for the sedation. Since I was having a CAT scan afterwards, they needed to use a larger gauge needle so that the IV would work for the CAT scan contrast as well. When the nurse put in the IV, it hurt REALLY bad. It felt like the needle was poking me all the way down to my wrist. As you can imagine, I’ve had several hundred IVs in my life so I knew that this was not normal. I told the nurse that it really hurt and that the crook of my elbow where the needle was inserted was throbbing. She chalked it up to the larger needle (which I’m sure I’ve had before because I’ve had several CAT scans). I was dubious but I figured since she was the nurse she was probably right. Then she flushed it with saline and said that I should be feeling cool rush in my arm and a salty taste in my mouth. I know this, having felt it several times before. This time not only did I not feel the cool sensation from the saline going in but it actually hurt and it felt like my bicep was getting swollen. Again I told the nurse that something was not right and again she told me that the IV flushed just fine.
Fast forward to the procedure room where they give you the sweet, sweet medicine that makes you fall asleep. The procedure nurse (a different nurse from the one who put in my IV) pushed in the meds and …. nothing. Usually I’m asleep before the syringe of milky nectar is empty. I noticed that the doctor had moved into position behind me and that the nurse was getting some supplies ready. “Um, am I supposed to be asleep?” I asked. Yes, I was according to the doctor and nurse, who were both looking very surprised and confused. The nurse gave me another syringe of the good stuff and still nothing. No dreamy, fuzzy feeling at all. At this point, I was getting really worried that I was going to have to have this procedure awake. Why weren’t my little narcotic friends doing their job?
At this point, I explained the problems I had in the IV room. The procedure nurse poked and rubbed my bicep and determined that for whatever reason I needed a new IV. She took out the old and moved the new one to a different spot on my arm. Within minutes I was floating away to my happy place. I hope I can find my happy place a lot easier this morning!
(I’m also wondering if there is any way to siphon the medicine from first two syringes of medicine out of bicep so that I can save it for later. Yum.)
This post is to show you both how amazing the Mayo Clinic is and to make you feel sorry for me. Mostly to show you how amazing Mayo Clinic is though. They know that my time is precious since I’m coming in from out of town and leaving my babies behind so they packed what would probably normally have been several days worth of appointments all into one day. This is my schedule for today:
6:55am Blood Tests
7:45am Sedated Flex Sig (like a colonoscopy but only goes into the sigmoid colon)
10:45am Chest CT Scan (somehow the sedation will have worn off enough for me to take instruction on holding my breath for approximately 45 minutes? I’m interested to see how this actually turns out)
1:00pm Consultation with a stoma nurse
2:15pm Infectious disease consult
4:30pm Consultation with colo-rectal surgeon
5:00pm Appointment the GI Doc who is in charge of my case
I don’t really see much time for napping in between each appointment. I’ve never had a sedated procedure and then not taken a very long nap afterwards. Luckily, my husband will be with me this time so he can carry me from appointment to appointment.
I was fully planning on writing a bookish post last night to publish today but I got caught up in watching the election results and couldn’t concentrate enough to write anything. Could the bottle of wine I drank while watching the returns come in have had anything to do with it? Who knows? I wanted to post something so I’m treating you to a couple of photos from our trip to the pumpkin patch a few weeks ago:
Tomorrow I have a full day of pre-surgery appointments and then my surgery is Friday. Hopefully I’ll be back to writing bookish posts soon after that.
This past Sunday, we carved pumpkins:
Neve had her first Parents as Teachers home visit on Monday. According the parent educator, Neve is right on track developmentally. I didn’t really have any concerns but it was still good to have some reassurance.
After school on Monday, the boys had karate. After karate, we were headed to the Intergenerational Book Club at our church for the first time when a tire on my van blew out. The boys found this very exciting. When I pulled into a gas station and got out to look at the tire, I muttered, “god dammit” when I saw it was flat. Little did I know West had hopped out of the van too and was right behind me. I heard a little voice echo, “Dammit!” It was actually really cute but I did tell him that was a grown-up word that I shouldn’t use and neither should he. Then I called Travis and he and Neve were able to come rescue us in time for us to make the last half of the book club. The book was Emmy and the Incredible Shrinking Rat. It was really fun – we all had a great time. I’ll have a more detailed post all about it later in the week.
Tuesday night was David Sedaris at the Kauffman Center!
Wednesday was Halloween:
Thursday night was parent/teacher conferences at the boys’ school. Both boys got great reports. It’s pretty amazing that they can behave so well at school when they are pretty much maniacs all the time here at home. I guess I should be glad that they are capable of good behavior – there is hope it will happen at home someday!
Friday the boys were off school and we spent most of the day running errands to make sure we had everything we needed to get our family Christmas pictures taken Saturday morning. While looking for dress pants and tights, I somehow got talked into buying them all new hoodies. They are so lucky their mom likes to buy them clothes! I’m thinking of getting myself one too so we can all match.
Getting our Christmas pictures taken on Saturday morning went really well. The very best part was getting to include Neve in all the family portraits. When we have a foster placement, I always have some family portraits taken without the foster child because I know that they probably won’t end up being a permanent member of the family. But Neve is in our family FOREVER!! so she could be in all the pictures.
Saturday night was our church’s annual auction. We bid on and won an overnight babysitter! One of the women in the congregation who is a teacher and great with kids will come to our house and stay overnight with our kids. Sweet!
Last Saturday, we had our second annual Halloween party. About thirty-five kids attended. We had a chilli and hot dog dinner, a craft table where kids could make a mask, a haunted house in our garage, a pumpkin bean bag toss, and pin the nose on the jack-o-lantern. Even though it was about 45 degrees outside, a lot of the kids went outside to play in our back yard. That’s probably good because I don’t think we could have had all of the kids in our house at one time!
When we were getting ready for the party, Neve was walking around the house singing Happy Birthday. Because if we’re having a party, it must be someone’s birthday!
After months of a long, drawn out and stressful legal process, the papers are signed, everything is official and I can now introduce my daughter Neve to everyone! (Neve rhymes with Bev – we chose it because we liked Neve Campbell’s name but she is not named after Neve Campbell.)
She’s cute, stubborn, spunky, independent, and sweet. In other words, she fits right in with her big brothers! She’s only lived with us since January and I already can’t remember a time when she wasn’t here. We are so, so blessed.
School started last week. Cash is in second grade this year and West is in first grade. I think West is even more excited about being in first grade than he was about starting kindergarten. Before bed tonight, he triple checked everything in his folder and was happy to discover that he had some homework to do. (Luckily, it was just reading a very short book to me.) Cash came downstairs, saw West and said, “I wish I had some homework to do!” Oh, how I hope they keep their love of school and learning forever.