Bogo News

Dec. 1st, 2010 09:48 pm
judecorp: (baby feet)
Bogo went to his first movie today, at 13 days old. He saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Part 1). Not bad for less than 2 weeks, you know? He slept through most of it, grunted a couple of times, cried for about 15 seconds, nursed, and had a bottle. Good times. I dropped popcorn on his head a few times (whoops) and he got startled by some of the noise. The movie was very loud, so I covered his ears.

Speaking of the Bogo, he was weighed today and was 10 pounds on the dot. Not yet two weeks old. Punk was 9lbs and change at one month, and 11lbs and change at 2 months. Yikes! Big baby!

We had to take him to the pediatrician today to check weight because he was still under birth weight last week and because of all of the nursing issues I had with Punk (when she lost so much weight and got dehydrated and sick). We ended up meeting with a new nurse practitioner instead because the doc was super busy. She was very nice and very sweet and very pro-breastfeeding. Which is nice, because I'm pro-breastfeeding. But she kind of was crossing that line between "supporting breastfeeding" and "making women feel like they are never doing enough." She just kept hammering me with ways to increase my milk supply and stop supplementing, and was full of "How do you know you won't make enough for this baby?" Because, lady, I /know/. I know like I know that I'm breathing. I know that my kid nurses without swallowing. I know that my kid nurses for 30+ minutes and pops off STARVING. She told me to cut the amount of supplement in half so he would wake to eat more and therefore nurse more and therefore I would magically make more milk. Except I won't. I'm maxed out on galactogogues and I won't. Aah well. She should just be happy that we were proactive and our kid is gaining weight and being healthy and thriving.

Also, I like the longer stretches of sleep when we give him formula bottles at nighttime. ;)
judecorp: (motherhood)
I have my moments when my child is not sleeping because we've changed the clocks or whatever but on a daily basis I am reminded how blessed I am to have the child I have, because she really is amazing and awesome. Blessed, I tell you.

Yesterday afternoon, our pediatrician practice's website announced that they would have an H1N1 vaccine clinic tonight and was opening the vaccine to all children 3 and under. (Previously it was available to chronically ill children and children under 5 with asthma.) The clinic was from 5:30 to 7:30pm and Jen was going to aim to get there around 5:15pm. You can imagine where this is going.

It was a three-ring circus over there. The traffic was backed up waaay past the pediatrician office, the parking lot was full and people were walking from other parking lots down the street, there were kids and parents everywhere, having to wait outside, packing in the place, etc. They gave out numbers and said they would serve up to number 104, and Punk was number 82. When I got there around 6:30pm to give Jen some backup, they were up to number 30.

Punk rocked the house. When I got there, she was in a jam-packed waiting room and was quietly sitting on a chair coloring a magazine with a pencil. Then she rocked on the rocking chair. Then I took her outside and she threw mulch around until I got too cold, and then she willingly came inside again. Then she went back to the magazine and the pencil. By the time they called her number, it was about 7:10pm, and then she got her temperature taken, then waited a few more minutes, then got the nasal mist (which she had never had before). She completely cooperated with the mist, itched her nose a few times, and asked for a sticker. We left at 7:30, and got home at 7:40.

Typically she eats dinner around 6pm, has a bath at 7 and is in bed at 7:30. She did not throw one fit, she did not act out at all, and though she scarfed her dinner we managed to make it without any meltdowns. I am so proud of her and so impressed with her ability to keep it together. She really is amazing. God, I love her.


At one point this one girl was throwing big pieces of sidewalk chalk into a metal bowl and it was making this awful CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! noise, and Punk is all, "Mama, what is that sound?" and I say, in sort of a passive-aggressive manner, "The girl is throwing the chalk into the bowl and it is making a very LOUD noise," and then added, "And that's probably a no-no." The woman next to me started laughing and said, "I think you're right!" and then told me she was a teacher and ran a tight ship. Aaah, waiting room bonding in a cattle call vaccine clinic.

Molars suck

Sep. 5th, 2009 12:27 pm
judecorp: (ow)
We were supposed to go meet some friends at Davis Farm in Sterling today but Jen has some weird skin infection and it has gotten really bad, so I cancelled last night. It's a good thing, because she's down at the hospital women's clinic right now because the doc she saw yesterday wasn't really sure what to do about it. It's a heck of a bummer, though, because it is positively GORGEOUS today, at least this morning. Hopefully it will still be nice after naptime and I can take Punk to the park so she can enjoy some of the day.

Poor little punkin pie is teething molars hardcore right now (they grow in spurts, this has been going on for freaking ever) which means she is getting calluses on her fingers from chewing on them so hard and has been nightwaking. Typically it's been somewhere around 4am but last night it was 1:30 or so... night waking means in my bed which basically means my night of sleep is over. This has been especially rough because I have been having a really hard time falling asleep at night because of anxiety over my friend's lost baby, my child care provider's biopsy, and two of my friends having suspected miscarriages. It's just major Bad Juju Week and I can't sleep, and by the time I fall asleep, Punk's waking up. Awesome.

Anyway, I think I have slept somewhere around 10 hours total this week and that kind of sleep dep typically causes my knees to ache (why?) so I have been popping ibuprofen like candy. And of course Punk decided to wake up at 6 this morning instead of 7 so I had to drag my sore self out of bed to entertain her. I tried to have her read some books in my bed but she couldn't do it quietly and Jen got upset that she was waking her up. Bleh.

She is finally asleep and my original plan was to try to nap while she did, but I think I might have dozed off while she was watching Diego before lunch (he's better than Dora but I still hate them) and now my brain is whirring again. Dang.

Jen just called and is on her way home after picking up a scrip for Bactrim. Erk. If she has MRSA I am going to have a hissy fit.


Jul. 25th, 2009 10:31 pm
judecorp: (mad science)
So the pedi that we saw (not our actualy pedi, it's a big practice) thought that it was probably some nasty bug bite and said not to worry too much about it. He felt around and said that he didn't think it was staph. But he didn't make me feel like some crazy mom, either. He actually said that he was glad we came in, that staph does go around in kids and it's good to be aware of it and it can start like a red, hot bump. But he said he was pretty sure this one was just a bug bite.

He said that if it got worse, to call him right away and he would take care of it. Later that morning, I got Punk some MICKEY MOUSE band-aids (oh my gosh, I have a child!) and some neosporin and covered it up since we were going to a farm for a birthday party. It actually seems a little less red now and not very hot, so I guess the doc was right and it is on it's way out.

Thank goodness! I had visions of nasal cultures dancing in my head.


Jul. 24th, 2009 09:00 pm
judecorp: (soap poisoning)
Punk has a swollen bump on her leg that is a big red circle about the size of a half dollar. I drew a circle around it and put some cortaid on it and put her to bed. We'll be taking her in tomorrow if it's not gone, but I'm just so paranoid about leaving it alone all night. I'm terrified of what it will look like in the morning, and I'm terrified that it's MRSA.



May. 4th, 2009 02:05 pm
judecorp: (i'm special)
There are a million things I could post about, if only I had more time.

1. New Job - I like my new job so far. The people I am working with seem pretty nice and very supportive, and so far no one seems ridiculously crazy. There is a little tension that I am picking up in the office, but nothing major and otherwise everything should be swell. I have to park in a parking lot a million miles away and take a shuttle bus to the hospital. It feels like I work at the airport. Also, there seem to be a healthy number of queers in my office, which is a nice change. Regardless, I'm now working at one of the major employers of the area and it's one of those situations where you never leave, you just change jobs sometimes. So I guess I know where I'll be working for, like, ever.

2. Grandma - We went to see Grandma yesterday and she is holding up as well as she can. She is having some trouble adjusting to going from having my uncle stay with my grandparents to having my aunt and uncle start to move in. It is kind of awkward and I don't particularly like it. My cousin, who is somewhat estranged from my family as he can't seem to get his life together and did a lot of shady money things, and his birth family have been spending a lot of time at my grandmother's house and she is not very pleased with that. I'm not really sure how this is going to play out. We went to visit Grandma yesterday and met my cousin's sister, her husband, and their two kids. The whole gang sat in my grandmother's living room all day watching the Sox game while Jen and I (and Punk) entertained their 8-year-old. Seriously, no one ever came out to check on him or interact with him or anything. It was incredibly sad and frustrating.

3. Tonsil - My new health insurance kicks in on June 1st, so it makes more sense to find an ENT in my new system rather than pay a $500 co-insurance. I need to get on that. I hope my new job doesn't freak about this tonsil business.

4. Punk - She is growing in leaps and bounds and impresses me every day with what she's into and what she's doing. She has a bit of a cold right now though, poor thing. This morning I took her to the grocery store and let her ride in one of those carts with the car attachment, and she was so full of glee and excitement. She sang for at least the first half hour straight. It was so cute, but I imagine I will NEVER be able to go to the store without one of those car things again.

5. Day Off - I now have Mondays off instead of Fridays. This is kind of a bummer because Jen gets off work early on Fridays, but it will give her some time to play with Punk too, which is nice. Also, it is nice to still have a four-day week.

I'm sure there's more, but I'm at a loss. Peace!


Apr. 28th, 2009 09:17 pm
judecorp: (math)
I am now oriented to the hospital system. I attended two days of ice breakers, group activities, motivational speeches, and organizational policies. I learned about parking, safety, confidentiality, organizational values, benefits, etc. I also got free breakfasts and lunches. Since I am used to working for small non-profits, it was pretty intense.

I got all of our benefit info and we will be switching health insurances effective June 1st. The new insurance costs less per month and has cheaper copays, so it's a no-brainer. The conundrum comes up in terms of my upcoming tonsillectomy. As my insurance stands now, I will have a $500 copay for a hospitalization or surgery. (And I just had one a couple of weeks ago, ugh.) Ouch. I have my pre-op appointment with my ENT on May 5th to schedule my tonsillectomy in May.

With my new insurance, I will have a $0 copay for hospitalization or surgery as long as I use one of the affiliate hospitals I work for. And the hospital is in Springfield, so none of the doctors I see have privileges in that hospital. So it would require: 1) postponing the surgery, 2) finding a new ENT with privileges in that system, 3) getting all of my records to that person, and 4) seeing if that person thought I should get a tonsillectomy.

I can either get it over with and pay a lot of money, or wait it out and pay nothing. Part of me wants to just get it over with, but $500 is a lot of money, especially when I can pay $0. I wonder if my ENT is going to freak out. Should I call him first, or just tell him at my May 5th appointment?
judecorp: (strange place)
It's going to take some getting used to when it comes to working for a large organization, and more than that, a major hospital. I spent half a day today doing pre-employment business for my new job. I had to report to Employee Health Services. I am used to working for small non-profits. Employee Health Services?

First I had to fill out a medical history and then I needed a pre-employment physical exam, which involved me actually wearing a hospital gown and not clothes. I had to take a vision test and drop urine for a drug screen. I had to provide record of my immunizations. (Thankfully I found my baby shot record book and my proof of MMR immunity from working in EI.) I was given a lab slip to go and get blood drawn for a varicella titre at another building. And I was strongly encouraged to get a TDaP shot which was provided free of charge. (I did. I was overdue for Tetanus anyway.) After all of that, I went to yet another location to fill out tax forms. PHEW!

The whole thing took about 2 hours and 15 minutes. I can't believe I had to strip to get a job!!
judecorp: (ow)
It's been crazy around here.

I have been in High Tonsil Drama since Saturday, and Sunday I almost didn't go to my grandparents' house for Easter dinner because I felt crappy and didn't want to risk possibly passing on any germs. I ended up going (since my grandfather really wanted everyone there) but never even made it to the dinner table and instead napped on the guest bed until it was time to go home. I feel bad about that, as I wasn't able to sit for dinner with my grandfather, but I had a wicked fever and couldn't eat anyway. Then we all came home.

Monday night, I couldn't sleep because my stupid tonsil hurt so much and was so swollen, and had caused my soft palate and the rest of my mouth/neck to be swollen, and advil and tylenol weren't cutting it, and it was miserable, so Jen told me to go to the ER. While I was at the ER (got there at midnight), I read a book and had to get a CT scan, which was crazy because I had to take out all of my piercings. With no mirror. Score! And then the CT scan showed that it appeared that I had multiple abcesses, so the ER doctor (who was actually quite cool) said that he was going to stick a needle into my peritonsillar area to drain it. (Don't read anymore if you are squeamish).

So I move into this dental-type chair and first he shoots me up with lidocaine and then proceeds to try three times to suck out pus. No pus. He says he has a rule that after three times, he stops. But then he wanted to do one more time. Still nothing. And then he called me the most awesome patient ever for not even flinching and being a rock star. And I got some IV antibiotics and got sent home with instructions to call my ENT doctor in the morning.

I got home at 4:30, fell asleep around 5, and Punk woke me up at 6. GOOD TIMES. I was even more swollen than before, probably from all of the poking around, and could no longer swallow and it was very difficult to talk. I called the ENT doc with a lot of effort and they told me to come in right away. He saw my CT pictures and tried AGAIN to do the needle-pus thing, twice. He also got nothing, and oh my god, by that time, I was so DONE with needles. But he said that since I couldn't swallow, couldn't take my antibiotics, and hadn't eaten since Saturday, that I needed to be admitted into the hospital. Yikes!

I drove myself over there (Tuesday morning), got admitted, and had Jen call my new job to tell them I wouldn't be in the next day for my medical screening. It took forEVer for them to get me into a bed and then they tried SIX times to get an IV (it's not that hard, people) with three different people. And then I watched a marathon of Top Chef and waited for Jen to come by with all of our tax stuff, because we still had to do our state taxes. (Whoops.) I was pretty much the laughing stock of the hospital, sitting in my bed doing taxes. Good times.

Anyway, I got a bunch of antibiotics, an anti-inflammatory, a steroid, and a bunch of other stuff. But while I was in IV hell, I got a call from my uncle that my grandfather had died that morning. And there I was stuck in the hospital and not able to go see my grandmother or anything. I pretty much told all of the staff that I was leaving the next day no matter what (although I needed to get the doctor to agree). But I started feeling a bit better and by the end of Tuesday was eating solid food, so it was all good.

The ENT doc visited me twice in the hospital on Tuesday, once at about 8pm! And then he came again around 8am on Wednesday. On Tuesday he showed up with this weird camera that goes up your nose and down your throat. I seriously hope I don't have to repeat any of these procedures ever again. Freaky. But yeah, when he came on Wednesday morning, he said things were looking much better but that my palate was (very bruised) - probably from all of that needle action, dude! - and that I could leave. WAHOO!

I got home, took a shower (thank you, Jesus), made a couple of calls to reschedule my medical screening to next week, and went to see my grandmother. Then stopped at the flower shop to order funeral flowers, came home, and got to hang out with my kid for a while.

Tomorrow's the visiting hours, with the funeral and burial on Saturday morning. I've never had to navigate a wake/funeral/burial with a toddler. Should be interesting.

I am thankful for the ability to be out of the hospital and that my grandfather had a long and prosperous life, and died peacefully during a nap in his own bed after having a nice big breakfast. God bless you, Grandpa. I love you very much.


Apr. 13th, 2009 09:41 pm
judecorp: (ow)
I'm having a major tonsil issue right now, and it sucks.

Of course it happened when it did because it was a holiday weekend and I would have to just suffer through it. I ate no Easter dinner and slept on my grandparents' guest bed the whole time because I was so miserable. It is likely my grandfather's last family holiday and even though I was there, I missed it.

I went to my PCP this afternoon and of course I have no strep, and she gave me antibiotics. I usually take clindamycin for my tonsil issue but it is hardcore and she always tries to talk me out of it and take something less "big." Today she was really pushing the azithromycin which hasn't really worked for me in the past, but I just wasn't up to arguing.

I took my two pills this afternoon and I am just so swollen and in so much pain. It's making my teeth hurt and my ear hurt and it's just awful. I have a really high pain tolerance and am alternating tylenol and ibuprofen on this one (which I have never done). I took tylenol at 4, ibuprofen at 6 (max doses on each) and I am just sitting here begging for 10pm to come so I can take more tylenol and hopefully get a little let-up.

It is now getting so swollen that it's making me cough because my body thinks there's something stuck in my throat. I don't even know what to do. It's misery.

We have vicodin in the house which I would consider taking if 1) it didn't make me puke and 2) I didn't have to take a drug test for my new job on Wednesday. Oof.
judecorp: (punk banana sticker)
I took Punk to the pediatric dentist today for the first time to check out a white spot on one of her front teeth. I had Jen ask the pediatrician about it at her most recent well-baby, and he basically said that it was probably nothing but to check with a dentist since teeth aren't his thing. There are a ton of pedi dentists in the area and most of them will do a "teeth count and check" for kids under two for free, so why the heck not, right?

Except that it was a disaster. ;) Punk is definitely not feeling the medical establishment these days and is starting to freak out at the pediatrician when they come near her with any equipment (thermometer, needle, you name it), so I was leery but basically just hoped she didn't bite anyone. (She is strong. She has bitten me a couple of times when I was trying to feel for her back molars.) I am pleased to say that she did NOT bite anyone, but she had to be held down and she screamed bloody murder. It was horrible.

The hygienist was kind of a robot and seemed to be operating on a script. She told me that the spot was demineralization (which I kind of figured) and to watch out because it could turn into decay, blah blah. Fine. She asked if Punk nurses or uses a bottle to sleep (no), if she goes to sleep with or walks around all day with a sippy cup (no), if she drinks a lot of juice or eats a lot of sweets (no), and then proceeded to remind me at least four times that I shouldn't let her walk around with a sippy cup all day and take little sips because it keeps her mouth full of sugar. Even though I already told her that she only drinks at meal and snack times.

She kept reassuring me it was "very early" and "not a big deal" and that I was such a good Mom for noticing but all the while reprimanding me for the sippy cup thing. And so I would say something like, "So how did she get decay if she doesn't do these things?" and she was all "it's not decay, it's no big deal," and then read me the sippy cup riot act again. Weird.

She had the dentist come in and check it out. By this point, *I* was sitting in the dentist chair with Punk and was hugging her and rubbing her back (her back was to everyone). He was really awesome and just peeked in her mouth around my shoulder and said, "It's nothing. It's fine." And he was really freaking hot.

They didn't really have anything to recommend for the demineralization because Punk is too young for flouride treatments, but she did say I could swab a little flouride rinse on the spot before bed sometimes, and I might do that. They also re-recommended the flouride drops (pedi recommended them at 6 months but we didn't do it), and I called the pediatrician to call it in. I might do every other day or something.

But umm, taking my screaming crazy child to the dentist really made me feel like a mama! And aside from the murderous screaming, the hygienists commented on how beautiful she is (which of course she is) and remarked on her impressive vocabulary. (More like, "Wow, she sure does talk a lot for a one year old!" and "She knows her letters already? That's crazy!" But I will take what I can get.)
judecorp: (least resistance)
1. My grandmother was admitted into the hospital yesterday. She was with my grandfather and was headed to get her new hearing aids (FINALLY, the ones she had were giving awful feedback) and she wasn't feeling well and didn't feel like she could get out of the car. They called the ambulance and she was taken to the ER. They ruled out heart attack and stroke stuff, which is awesome, but she was ridiculously dehydrated. They put a bazillion bags of fluid into her and she was feeling better, but was going for a kidney ultrasound this morning. It's hard to get accurate information from her because she isn't wearing her (feedback-y) hearing aids, so phone conversations are challenging. My grandfather said something about the medication she was taking for a major arthritis attack she had been having (prednisone, maybe some other stuff) was affecting her kidneys and causing them not to work properly. God, I hope it's nothing permanent. They were thinking she might be released today. I am going to call later.

2. Punk and I are having a very social day today. We went for a walk with [ profile] rexlezard this morning; he was home because he got rear-ended this morning and was shaken up. Also, Punk's friend Moey and his daddy, Jason, are en route and will hang out for a bit. Then tonight I am supposed to hang with a former coworker.

3. Speaking of the walk this morning, I hereby SUCK at being a winter mama. I don't really get very cold and Punk and I were going to hang briefly at the dog park with Andy and his dog, so it didn't occur to me to really bundle her up. In fact, I actually debated whether or not to put on her heavy winter coat (but then finally did). Her trunk and head were nice and warm (she had a hat, too) but she was whiny and clingy which I attributed to hunger. But maybe she was cold! I didn't think to put on a layer under her jeans and she was only wearing thin little socks. When I went to put her down for her nap, her feet were like ice cubes. Poor little punkin! I guess I need to be better about bundling her up. Whoops.

4. I can't believe we're already almost a full week into Advent and Christmas is right around the corner. I have started to put up some decorations and I think we will get a tree this weekend (there is a small tree farm right down the road). Our church put together an Advent devotional this year that I am really enjoying. I can't wait until Punk is old enough to dig the spiritual preparations, too.

5. I love our church. I can't even say that enough. I just love it there. The people are so awesome and everyone is so nice and I am so pleased. It is exactly the kind of place I was hoping to bring Punk up in. She gets so excited to go down into the children's play room and is so comfortable there. I just love going and I love being a part of it all. There is a christmas dinner and tree-trimming thing tomorrow and I am excited. It is nice to be a church dork again.

6. I can't find last year's holiday cards yet (they are in the basement somewhere) so I haven't been able to get started on addressing this years cards. Argh! I was hoping to be done by now!!


Oct. 16th, 2008 07:16 pm
judecorp: (radiskull)
Punk has been congested the last couple of nights. No runny nose, no sneezing, just congestion. Which makes for crappy sleep for her. Which makes for crappy sleep for me. And she didn't want to eat breakfast this morning and then didn't eat lunch at day care and I was super worried because umm, she ALWAYS eats. And she started out refusing dinner but then ate about a million dino nuggets so I guess we're good.

Now I have a cold, and I'm getting about 3 hours of sleep a night, which does not bode well for the cold. Oh well. Happy birthday to me tomorrow, hopefully I won't feel like a train hit me like I did today.

I left work early because I felt like crap and because staff meeting was doing chart reviews and all of my charts are done. I laid down for a while and that actually helped a bit. Yay.

There was a miscommunication at work today and I got not one but TWO fancy bakery birthday cakes. It was very sweet (pun intended) and I took the one that didn't get touched home. It's a huge chocolate cake from La Fiorentina (fancy bakery of deliciousness) and I will probably gain 50 pounds. NOM.

I never get a flu shot but I am debating it this year because I get so little sleep that I'm worried I'm going to pick up every little thing. Thoughts?
judecorp: (sad baby)
Punk is cutting her last molar and (I think) some canines and she is c-r-a-b-b-y. She either wants to sleep a ton during the day and therefore not sleep at night, or she wakes up from her nap too early and then is a disaster by bedtime. Ugh. I can't wait until she has all of her teeth. Teething? Sucks.

She also was exposed 9 days ago to Hand, Foot and Mouth (Coxsackie). We thought we had dodged a bullet because she had nothing on her hands, feet, or in her mouth, but she DID have some bumps on her diaper area late last week... which apparently can be a sign. Also, she has two little blisters on her feet now. SCARED. She hasn't been to her day care since Wednesday (Thursday was Yom Kippur, Friday was my day off, then the weekend, then today was Columbus Day) and if she has to stay out for illness I will go berzerk. Berzerk, I tell you!

I had to work today because my agency was bought out by another agency who apparently does not believe in holidays. So I went to work (ugh) and my entire afternoon of clients cancelled (double ugh). My desk area has never been so clean.

My friend Morgan brought Jen and me a cake yesterday for our birthdays. YUM. I think I need to have some cake now. NOM NOM NOM.
judecorp: (mad science)
For Marla. :)

Totally uneventful. Actually, the biggest "event" of the whole thing was that it took place during nap time and Punk is teething at the same time so she was a howling banshee for most of the appointment and I couldn't hear anything. Argh!

But basically the neurologist said that while she DOES seem to be cruising longer than most kids (she's now been standing for nearly 5 months, cruising for nearly 4), he can't seem to find any obvious reason WHY. He checked her reflexes and did this neat thing with a black light to check for missing pigment (coolz), and he watched her cruise around and said that basically she is cruising really well, he doesn't get it.

He basically tried to blame the whole thing on either the donor ("well, sometimes late walking is hereditary and you don't know anything about the father") or the lost twin ("or I guess maybe something could have happened when you lost the twin that is resolving") but basically shrugged his shoulders and said she was fine. We made an appointment for 6 months from now and if she isn't walking then, he will do more things.

He didn't even want to do an MRI! I was shocked!! Of course, she was full-on howling at this point so he was probably like, "Get that crazy baby out of here!"

I asked him about why it takes her so long to figure out new things, and how I have to help her motor-plan everything before she does it (like when she couldn't figure out how to get down and I had to do it over and over and over) and I think he wrote me up as "neurotic mom" and said, "I don't see anything to worry about." He seemed to think she should be saying more words, but eh, it is what it is.

Exciting times.


Aug. 11th, 2008 09:25 pm
judecorp: (keep going)
There are so many dishes piled up on my stove but I think I am going to go to bed instead. Because my darling daughter decided to be up and acting like a crazy person from about 1am until about 4am... and for whatever reason (even though I went to bed at a reasonable time) I couldn't fall asleep until about 12:30. Dead on my feet.

Punk goes to the neurologist tomorrow at 1pm. We've only been waiting for this appointment for about six months. I hope it's more than, "Go get an MRI." "No."

Did I mention that I'm tired? Because damn, I'm tired.

We rearranged furniture in the living room yesterday and have opened up the path from the living room to the dining room (previously barricaded by a PnP and a shelving unit). Punk loves having more space to play. And she loves getting involved with the dining room chairs.

I would like my child to walk.

I have a killer headache.
judecorp: (punk banana sticker)
Jen was offered and accepted a full-time position at her current part-time job. It comes with a significant salary increase and it is something she enjoys very much. I am skeptical about the job a bit because the company seems more than a little disorganized, but they have come through in the part-time capacity and I can only hope they continue to do so in a full-time capacity. She is very excited about it.

The big hitch is that the new job is in Springfield (where I also work) as opposed to Amherst, which is where her current job is located and also where her child care provider lives. I /love/ Punk's child care provider and she has proven to be very devoted to Punk, very good with children in general, very in line with our parenting philosophies, and just awesome in general. When we found her I really did feel like we won the child care lottery. But it is not feasible to keep her in child care there if Jen is working in Springfield, because it would involve ridiculous amounts of driving, tons of gas money, and most importantly, really long days for Punk. So we have to find alternate child care.

I have no idea how this is going to work. Jen's new job starts on August 18th and that is about a week and a half away. I have no time to call child care centers, let alone visit them and interview providers. And I am really, really, REALLY sad about losing our child care provider. She loves Punk, sends me e-mails about her on a regular basis, sends photos of her enjoying her day, and is just genuinely invested in her. I can't even think about it without crying.

I am trying to find child care near our home or on the way to work, and I hate it. I hate everything about it. I keep finding all of the things out there that made me so glad for M in the first place - scheduled naps, one nap per day no matter what, requiring full immunizations, etc. I am sick about it all.


My new doctor made me sit for a 2 hour glucose test for whatever reason. I asked for a prescription for Metformin for my PCOS and she required the 2 hour glucose. I did it on Wednesday and it was the most boring thing ever. And of course my blood sugar is fine. Now give me my damned prescription!!

While I was sitting at the lab for 2 hours for my glucose test, I read a lot of People magazines. And there were a couple of articles about "the pregnant man." And then he had his baby! And all I could think of was, "Pregnant Man Gives Birth. That's a fact."


This morning we headed to family court so Jen could officially adopt Punk. It was short and sweet, and the judge has this special bowl full of brightly colored pens that she uses for adoptions. She lets the kid choose a pen, uses the pen to sign the adoption decree, and then gives the kid the pen. It was really the cutest little thing. Then they take a polaroid picture of the family and the judge and stick it to a little certificate. And the court officer takes photos with whatever camera you bring. Cute cute cute.
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This past week has been a blur. Punk hasn't been sleeping well and we're not sure of the cause. It's one of those things where you have to wait until it's over to tell - is she going to pop a tooth (she has several just waiting to burst)? is she going to get sick (I bring home germs all the time)? is it some hot development action (she's really starting to think about walking)? I guess we'll know when A, B, or C happens. Either way, she went from going down easily at 7 and not making a peep until 4am at a minimum to going down easily at 7 and crying somewhere around 10pm and absolutely refusing to sleep alone, being totally restless in the bed (lots of flipping and flopping and kicking and waking up), and waking up hellishly early. Going to work has been HARD.

And then yesterday I had the day from hell which involved waiting for the Ver.izon people to install the phone and DSL and the Direc.TV people to install the TV (switched bundles from the cable to the phone company to save money), finding out the TV people would be late which means I missed my appointment for blood work, finding out when the TV People finally came that we can't get dish TV because our trees are too high, making a million calls to figure out how to still save money since the phone/internet got switched but the TV didn't, going to the most useless doctor appointment ever, getting a call from my boss with really annoying news, getting a call from the lawyer about the adoption that now, after all of this time, they realized that they need a copy of my divorce decree from 2002, and on and on and on. It was just a major comedy of errors, but without the comedy.

As for the doctor appointment, I went in to the doc three weeks ago for a physical and they were running so far behind that after waiting for over an hour, I stayed with the doc for five minutes and told her I had to go to work. So she said I could come back in really soon to finish up, only "really soon" meant three weeks (and I had to fight for that, originally they gave me an appointment 5 weeks out). We were supposed to talk about getting back on metformin and I told her I wanted to talk about depression stuff, and that was why she said I would get an appointment right away. Well I showed up yesterday and not only did I not get a prescription for metformin (because she wants me to do a freaking fasting GTT first - WTF?), she forgot that I came in for depression. I even asked her, "So, is there anything else to talk about?" because frankly I didn't have the energy to bring it up again after the bad day and HELLO - something to document, you know? And she said, "No, I don't think so, that's all I had except for you to get a pelvic ultrasound which you declined." (She seems hellbent on my "proving" my PCOS diagnosis.) So I left with nothing but a lab slip that I could have picked up without waiting three weeks for an appointment. I'm trying to decide if I want to send the practice a letter saying, "Hey, I came into my physical wanting to talk about depression and PPD and stuff and I was left to wait in an exam room for so long that I had to leave for work, and nothing was documented even though I filled out one of those "current health" survey things and even mentioned it at the appointment, and I was told I could get in right away so we could talk about the depression but in actuality I had to wait 3 weeks to get back in and by the time I got there, she had forgotten about my depression and just wanted me to get a fasting GTT which I will need to find child care for." Or maybe I just won't even bother. I mean, that's the nature of depression, right?

judecorp: (i'm special)
Fin Update:
Yesterday I put some Delicious Canned Food on our deck table and this morning, Fin was totally chowing down on it. I thought maybe I would open the door and see if he would come in, but he ran away as soon as he heard me turn the lock. DRAT! I guess we'll just be leaving food outside.

Job Update:
There aren't many staff members, which means there aren't a lot of people to get into trouble with. That is very very sad. However, they need to start billing pronto and I can pretty much take cases right now, so they like me a lot. Heh. And I confirmed that I will get the big money I wanted ($6k more than my last job) for a four-day work week. Nice.

Punk Update:
She has this AWFUL diaper rash that seems to get worse when she is at child care. This evening it was red and puffy and just so bad. I'm wondering if she is sensitive to the disposable wipes (we use cloth wipes at home). I'm going to send cloth wipes to child care and see what happens, and Jen is taking her to walk-in hour at the pediatrician. Also, she has had horrible poop for the last couple of days... I think maybe from the increase in solid finger foods? Or because we started yogurt and cheese? Either way, we have some experimenting to do.
judecorp: (evil eye)
It just took me a ridiculous amount of time to take my right contact out. My right contact is harder to get out than my left I guess because of trying to fit my right thumb in the little corner of my eye. Yuck. Anyway, I couldn't get it out and scratched my eye a million times in the process. And then eventually it was out.

...and it is misshapen. Obviously that explains how hard it was to get out or whatever but how would that happen? I have worn these contacts all of 5 times and they are 30 wear lenses. Why would it get warped? It's like it's bent or has a ripple in the edge. WTF? And now my eye is all kinds of irritated.

I am so cheesed about this. I wish I hadn't ordered more contacts. HATE.


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