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Desert Therapy

I had a week. I was feeling tired and run-down, sick from the medication I was taking, and grumpy from the heat. I was sleeping even less than normal (which is minimal to begin with), and badly in need of an outing and some good old-fashioned head clearing.

We had an off-roading trip scheduled yesterday, and I was so feeling so badly that we were wondering if we’d have to cancel. In the end though, staying home was just not an option. I HAD to get out, and the desert was the perfect place to be. Breathing in the wide, open, desert air is far and away my preferred therapy (better even than Alanis Morissette) It’s one place I can always relax. One place I can always be me. It was exactly what I needed, and it restored me in both body and soul.

This video is under two minutes, and is just something I quickly shot as we were driving through a little canyon. What I love about it is Tegan squealing happily in the back seat… the sound of which is of course better for the soul than the desert and Alanis combined.

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Sick Kids, and Being a Mom

Recouping

Last night, I went to bed at midnight.  I was still awake an hour later, when Tegan (who’d been sleeping fitfully) suddenly threw up all over me, herself, and the bed.  Mike and I were instantly put into that familiar parental hyper-drive, wordlessly teaming up to comfort, clean, and soothe the girl… gather towels and a trash can and new pajamas… strip and wash the bedding, and my clothes, and her clothes…

For the next few hours, we laid awake, doting on the girl while she got sick again and again.  She felt undeniably lousy, but handled and understood it so much better than she did a year ago at age two.  And in typical Tegan fashion, she still managed to keep things upbeat and interesting with her questions about farts, ceiling fans, and venetian blinds.   I do so love that girl.

It’s an interesting juxtaposition….. There are few things that make me sadder than seeing my kids feel miserably sick (especially when it’s of the tummy bug variety), but there’s something… sweet… about it too.  Such a chance to really reconnect, to love on them 150%, to strip away the distractions of the day, to get back down to the core of what we’re supposed to be doing here, and to be a parent.  I don’t love it when my babies are sick.  But I do love an opportunity to take care of them in what’s somehow both a more basic and profound way than normal.  I love knowing that I’m able to help them feel better, if even a little bit, simply by my being there.  I love being their mom.

Before I went to bed last night, I spent a long time reading a forum thread devoted to, well, attacking me as a parent.  While I can’t pretend to understand what would make a person so angry inside that they need to call me – a complete stranger – an idiot, and call my kids future “murderers, drunk drivers, and wife-beaters” I do know without a doubt that it isn’t about me. How can it be? They don’t know me.   They don’t know my kids.  Their words say something about them, not me. 

And at the end of the day, the only people I have to answer to in terms of my parenting are my children.  Not family, not friends, and certainly not random strangers on the internet.  My kids are the ones who get the vote, my kids are the ones who get heard.  

Do my kids feel loved?
Do my kids feel safe?
Do my kids feel respected?

If I can answer yes to those questions on any given day, I know I’m doing alright by them.

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Note to Self: Maybe you don’t like it for a reason.

I don’t like shellfish. I’m really not a fan of seafood in general, but shellfish brings up the rear. I’m kind of the family weirdo in that regard, because Mike and all four kids LOVE it – all of it – and could eat it every day of their lives and never get sick of it. But as much as I’d like to like it (it seems like such a fun and fancy food) the texture grosses me out, the smell puts me off, and truth be told I’m not really keen on even looking at them…. all those little piles of shells and legs and eyeballs and bits on the plate when they’re done. Ick.

I do still try it occasionally though. I know tastes change, and palettes mature. And like I said, I would love to be able to enjoy it.

You can imagine then, given my lifetime quest for irony, how thrilled I am to discover at 37 that

I am in fact allergic to shellfish.  My first-ever known allergy.

But I’m getting little ahead of myself. Yesterday was Mother’s Day, and we had a really lovely day at home. Mike and the boys cooked me brunch, we had Luna for a few hours, and otherwise just enjoyed a lazy family day with nowhere to be.

My favorite:  chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream

Towards the end of the day, Everett and I were feeling a little house-bound and stir-crazy.   I suggested Chinese food.  We wanted to find someplace new, so after a little bit of searching, we decided to try a local buffet that came recommended.  Ironically, we almost didn’t go.  Tegan was having a rough afternoon (have I mentioned that she’s three, and that  being three is hard?) and was having a difficult time transitioning from playing half naked at home to getting dressed and getting in the car.  We did eventually get everyone out of the house, and we headed off – excited – for our nice dinner out.

The food I normally go for was unfortunately very mediocre, but there was a ton of seafood options, so the boys were absolutely thrilled.  They went up to the bar again and again for clams, crab legs, crawdads, cold shrimp, fried shrimp, spicy shrimp, sushi.  They loved it, and seeing them enjoy it was more than enough of a Mother’s Day gift for me.

Spencer got an S-shaped shrimp. 🙂

I tried my once-every-few-years token bite of shrimp, and a whole little clam.   Paxton gave me a small taste of his crab leg too,  so I added that to the mix.  Less than half an hour later, I started itching.  First around my face, then on my stomach, then ALL OVER.  And it was crazy itching… the kind of itching that makes you want to claw your skin off, and the kind of itching that is impolite to address in a public place.

But the time we were heading out to the car, joking about making a return visit, my lips were tingling and my throat felt weird.  We briefly talked about the Emergency Room,  but decided to try some Benadryl first.  I wasn’t having trouble breathing, and despite the insane itching, I barely had a single hive.  We stopped at CVS, Mike ran in for the pills, and we drove the rest of the few minutes home.    A half hour after the Benadryl, none of the symptoms were abating, and an hour later I was starting to feel sick to my stomach as well.    I called our insurance co’s 24-hr nurse hot line and told her what was going on.  She was very upbeat and nonchalant as she told me, “Okay, I need you to hang up and call 911.  Since you’re not getting any relief from your symptoms, and it’s now affecting your stomach, it sounds like it’s become systemic.  That could turn  serious very quickly.”

Happy Mother’s Day to me?

Five minutes later, we heard the siren.  Our little living room was suddenly filled with 4 fire fighters and all their equipment, 2 of our kids, Mike, and myself… pathetically sitting on the couch in my pajamas, uncontrollably shaking and heart beating wildly (later they’d tell me that in addition to the allergic symptoms, I’d probably also gotten “amped up” from the Benadryl.  Most people it makes sleepy, but in others it has the opposite effect.  I’m apparently one of the latter.)   And yes, I was also high on adrenaline, freaked out from the “Hang up and call 911” instruction.  Once they determined that my breathing wasn’t compromised, and that my blood pressure wasn’t too low – it was actually on the high side – things moved slowly.  They got me set up with an IV, kept reminding me to calm down and breathe, and called an ambulance to get me to the hospital to get checked out fully.

All told, I spent 4 hours at the hospital.    They pumped me with more antihistamines, anti-nausea meds, steroids, and pepcid.  They hooked me up to the monitor to watch my blood pressure, respiration, and oxygen.  I watched the little screen as everything kicked in and returned to normal.   My throat still felt weird and swollen (and still does a little bit the next morning)  but I was no longer nauseated.  I’d stopped itching, stopped tingling, stopped shaking, and my freaked out heart rate had come back down.   I took an hour long nap, which did not go unappreciated.  I finally came home at 3:00 this morning, with 3 prescriptions in hand, including one for an epi-pen that I hope to never have to use.  I have to take some medication for 5 days just to be on the safe side, and to ward off any potential rebound effects.  After that, I should be as good as new.

Lessons learned:  1) I will hereby officially avoid shellfish (and likely Chinese food in general for awhile)  and I will be unapologetic about it.  2) Life really IS all about the detours, and 3) Sometimes, you just have to laugh.

All things considered, it truly was a very nice Mother’s Day…. and it’s definitely not one I’ll be forgetting any time soon.

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Detours

My view for the day

Three days ago, I was taking Everett to Urgent Care to get his UTI diagnosed, and today – apparently – was my turn.  Only it wasn’t a UTI, and it wasn’t Urgent Care.  It was what turned out to be a ruptured ovarian cyst, and it was my old faithful Emergency Room… the same one that admitted me three years ago when I had my emergency gall bladder surgery, and two years ago when I needed a stent put in for hydronephrosis.  (But I’m healthy usually, really!)

Today was more CT scans and ultrasounds, more morphine and zofran.  Not my most favorite way to spend a Thursday – and I terribly missed the kids – but it just makes me all the more thankful to be home where I belong, surrounded by my people, and able to sleep in my own bed.   

Next week will be better, and God willing, it will be a good long time (or forever) before I have to look at this again:

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Another Chapter

I started a new blog this morning, a blog devoted completely to nutrition and healthy living. It’s a work in progress of course, and I will expand it as I go, but please check it out! I’m very excited to have another project that I’m passionate about.

Back in Balance

PS Regular blog coming soon…

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Christmas Colds, Part 2


Day 18 – Have a pizza night

Day 19 – Drive around to look at the neighborhood Christmas lights

Day 20 – Have a campout by the Christmas tree

Tegan, the one who brought this ick home, is just about back to her normal silly self. I’m on day 5 of feeling utterly lousy, Mike’s all achy, and Paxton can’t stop coughing. But it’s Christmastime, we’re here altogether, and I feel happy and blessed.

Yesterday we went out for a few errands, colds be damned, and came home with:



I had been wanting to get another one for awhile now, so Bailey wouldn’t be alone. She’d been without a roommate since Miley died, and rats are social creatures who do much better in pairs. I’d been thinking about it a lot in the past couple of weeks, and hearing about our friends’ new rats fully ignited the flame. So yesterday, Penny joined the family. She is a sweet, calm, and curious albino dumbo, and the perfect addition to our menagerie.

Last night we went up to Anthem to watch Sandi and Mitch in a lovely living Nativity presentation, complete with live animals, a beautiful set, and much to the kids (and my) delight, a lavish spread of free refreshments, cidar and hot chocolate. We took the long way home, weaving in and out of several different neighborhoods for our annual Christmas light viewing. Tegan especially loved it this year, and “wow”ed, laughed, and pointed at all the lights, Santas, and reindeer we passed.

Today was decidedly low-key, with lots of Christmas movie-watching. Our only project was helping the kids work on some Christmas gifts they are making.


Tonight it’s cold medicine all around, the season finale of Survivor, and a campout in front of the Christmas tree. Life’s good.

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Christmas Colds


Day 17 – Go out for icecreams after dinner

We had so far managed to stay so healthy this holiday season… I never even said it out loud, not wanting to jinx it! Alas, it appears it has caught up with us, as 3 of the 6 of us are now down with colds. We’re in good spirits though. Tomorrow is Friday, the week will be over, and vacation will have officially begun.

Tonight is icecream, and while it may not be the best choice for our physical health, it is the best choice for our mental health. Can’t put a price on that, especially this time of year.

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Spencer and the Dentist


From the time he was very little, Spencer had a pretty significant fear of the dentist. It was so difficult for him that there was a long period of time when I didn’t know if he’d be able to sit even for a cleaning, let alone any extensive dental work. But thanks to time, patience, and the wonderfully kind and respectful dentists he sees, he now not only does cleanings, fillings and extractions (!) with ease, but also sat for an entire hour and a half yesterday getting braces without a single complaint. And he’s still smiling!

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Science Center, Camping, & CT Scans


This past week was perhaps one of the busiest weeks we’ve had all summer. We were on the go daily, to and from everything from dentist and doctor’s appointments, to field trips and mini-vacations. On Wednesday, we met up with our old homeschool group at the Arizona Science Center. It was the first time we’ve been there since Tegan was an infant, and the first time we’ve ever seen the planetarium (where the girl happily grabbed a nap). We were there for over 4 hours, and I’m pretty sure the kids would have liked to stay for 4 more.






Mike took the day off on Friday and we headed north for a couple of days of camping at White Horse lake. As per our usually preferred method, we took the scenic route. It was beautiful!





The campground itself was one of the nicest we’ve ever been to. It was in a gorgeous wooded area that reminded me a lot of New Hampshire. Our site was big and clean, and the bathrooms were surprisingly non-smelly for vault toilets! The first night was a little rough – Tegan burnt her hand on a lantern, and it took more than an hour to nurse her into feeling well enough to get some sleep. By day two she was feeling much better and not slowed at all by her bandage.

We enjoyed hanging around the site…







We visited the lake…



We hiked…




We went geocaching…

It was a good trip, a quick trip. It was nice to come home on Sunday to sleep in our own beds… not nice to get that blast of Phoenix heat when we stepped out of the car. You can see the whole album of camping pictures here.

And finally, I had a full CT scan of my kidney – and related parts – on Tuesday. Is it a sign that I’ve had too many of these things that I suddenly find the field of radiology very, very interesting? Anyway, I see my doctor again on Friday, and will find out what’s next. Thank you to those of you who’ve followed my saga, asked me for updates, and sent your good wishes. I appreciate it more than you know.

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The pièce de résistance


This is what my kidney, bladder and ureters look like right now, as of Friday evening. I have a swollen and backed up kidney, a swollen, irritated ureter, a stent in place, and a 5 mm stone that so far doesn’t want to go anywhere.

Anyone who follows my Facebook page knows that the past six weeks or so have been difficult for us in terms of sickness… there have been flus, fevers, coughing, vomiting, diarreah… doctor visits, blood tests, stool tests and more blood tests. As of this writing, we are still waiting to hear on whether or not Everett’s blood disorder is going to require treatment.

I try to keep most of that stuff off my blog, because really, who wants to read it?? But this was too much. There comes a time when a person just has to purge.

Mike was home from work on Thursday (he was on day three of the flu, complete with high fever, cold sweats and hot sweats), and I woke up, out of the blue, feeling like I was getting a UTI. Nah, why would I be getting a UTI? I drank a whole bunch of water, and got through the day. I was distracted because I was still nursing Tegan back to health (she too was on day three of a fever and had thrown up the night before) Friday morning Mike stayed home again – THANKFULLY – and the first thing I did when I got up was get pre-registered for a spot in Urgent Care. My symptoms were not going away no matter how hard I tried to ignore them. I was there promptly at 8:00, and was seen shortly thereafter. The urinalysis showed that yes, I had an infection, but more concerning was the huge amount of blood in my urine, that didn’t seem to jive with a simple UTI. He said we’d assume for now it was just from the infection, but that I needed to follow up with a doctor in a couple of days. So off I went with a prescription in hand, shaking my head at the randomness of getting a UTI in the middle of everything else.

I dropped off my prescription at CVS, came home and ate a huge piece of chocolate cake (I will always remember that, because I had to disclose what and when I last ate to all the doctors and nurses later at the hospital) I was online, answering some emails and browsing around Facebook when the pain started hitting me. I was trying to craft a message to a friend who I’d unintentionally offended which led to her taking me off her friend’s list. I will always remember that because I at first attributed the increased pain to feeling stressed about the situation. It didn’t take me long to realize that that was not the case. Shortly after that, I was doubled over in pain, barely able to walk, speak, or make any kind of coherent sense. Two hours from the time I’d gotten home from the doctor’s, we were back in the car, headed to the ER.

I have to stop here and say that up till this point, I would have told you, without hesitation, that my gall bladder attacks were the most painful thing I’ve ever experienced. That is no longer true.

Mike signed me in at the ER, then left with the kids. We had no one to watch them, and I didn’t want them in the hospital with their immune systems already so compromised with the month they’d had! The hardest part of those first couple of hours, besides the searing pain of course, was`just being there all alone. I got a room after just a few minutes, and they started murmuring about a kidney stone right from the beginning. They had me give a urine sample, and took blood, and otherwise left me sitting hunched over – it hurt too much to lay down – shaking and nauseous (really regretting the chocolate cake by that point) in the little exam room. They took me for a CT scan, and wrapped me in warm blankets. Finally my nurse, who coincidentally remembered me from a previous visit, became my personal savior and brought me drugs. An anti-nausea drug, and morphine. Oh the sweet, sweet relief of morphine.

The pain relief made everything much easier, as did the fact that my mom came down to watch the kids so that Mike could come sit with me at the hospital. I’d kept him updated by phone as I got each bit of information. Yes, there was a stone. It was 5 mm, a good size but not the biggest ever. A urologist would have to be consulted because my kidney and ureters were extremely irritated and swollen, and the stone was blocking the path to the point that urine wasn’t getting through. The urologist looked at the x-rays and announced that I’d have to get a stent, basically a tube to let everything drain…. which would require general anesthesia, a breathing tube, recovery, and the whole she-bang. Seriously?

A few hours later we were down in the OR, feeling a very unpleasant sense of deja-vu. It was just over a year ago that we were there for my gall bladder surgery. My favorite part was the drugs that they gave me to relax, just before they wheeled me in. Good drugs. Everything was blurry after I woke up, with the exception of the overwhelming, and overwhelming painful, urge to pee. I did finally go, but it did nothing to relieve that awful feeling. The doctor told me – in my drug induced haze – that it was just irritation from the stent, and that it might, or might not, go away as my body got used to it. Swell. It was Mike who actually got the most information from the doctor though, as the nurse got me up and unattached from everything and dressed again. The procedure went well, but the amount of damage in my kidney and ureters was not consistent with just a few days of pain. He said something had been going on for a while, that this wasn’t a simple case of a kidney stone. Which means… xrays next week, a follow-up with the doctor, and in the event that the stone doesn’t pass on its own, yet another procedure to remove it.

I’m on antibiotics now, and pain killers. Feeling woozy and sore and uncomfortable, and I get to pee in a strainer. Mike goes back to work tomorrow, and I’ll have to figure out how to take care of myself, the kids, and the house without any assistance. Oh and I have to deal with the water heater guy on my own too, since ours exploded yesterday afternoon and we’re getting it replaced tomorrow.

Ah, life.

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