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First off, I am the farthest thing from a morning person. The phone freaking rings at 7:45am which REALLY TICKED ME OFF. They hang up. LOVELY! I drift back off and the phone rings again but this time it's 8:25am. It's mom. She tells me to call her back when I'm up. What's wild is the fact that she's the second person I call every morning so why did she feel compelled to call? First I call Bubba and then I call her. It's just the way my world works. So I hang up with mom and roll over to see Pruitt, on his back, arms and legs flailing and him smiling at me with his blue eyes sparkling. Then I hear Cale announce that he's awake and wants to see Pruitt.
I get everyone up, dressed and fed in time to get to Cale's speech therapist 5 minutes early. Here's where I get ticked off again. This woman, Mrs. H, told me that she would gladly come out to the car to get Cale and bring him back on his speech days. She was very nice about it and said she didn't want me to have to get the baby out of the car. I thanked her numerous times and we've had that arrangement since. I waited for FIFTEEN MINUTES and she never showed. Now, I know you're thinking, "Seriously, just get Pruitt out of his car seat and walk Cale in the building and walk back and it's all done and over with." BUT, Pruitt is sick and it was SNOWING and it was 30? outside. Those three things don't mesh well together. But I ended up getting them both out of the car and taking them inside. And it's not like me to be confrontational, but I let her know that I had been waiting out front for 15 minutes and now I was late taking the baby to his doctor's appointment and Chris would be picking Cale up because of it. *taking a breath* She was visually ticked off back at me. . .not my fault. If you say you're going to do something then DO IT. UGH!!!
So I go to take Pruitt to his doctor's appointment. They have valet parking and I am so not into this. I don't know why. . .it seems odd to me and I'm very particular over my stuff so to send a total stranger with my car bothers me. . .and then there's the tipping, which they say you don't tip, but we all know that you do or they curse you or voodoo you or something. I just don't like it, but I did it regardless. Now I'm at Pru's appointment. This was a re-check from his gastro appointment on 12/12. He's been sick since and so it's kind of hard to know whether the new meds are working or not. She heard him breathe, listened to his lungs and sent us to a chest x-ray to be safe.
We do the chest x-ray and he's such a trooper and tired and cold and I usually bring back up, i.e. mom or Chris, but we were solo this time. So I go to leave and I see this old dude with a shirt on that says "I'M COOL." My first thought was to laugh, then I thought, seriously, man, if you're so freaking cool, you really wouldn't need to proclaim it on your shirt. And it looked like a homemade jobby too. . .nothing against homemade shirts, but on an old dude, just not very becoming.
Then there's the whole, gotta get my car back from the valet and they sit there and hold the door open for you and wait for you to strap the kiddo in and wait for you to walk all the way around the big beast and they're so freaking nice and kind and give you the biggest MERRY CHRISTMAS. And yes, I tipped him, but it didn't make the experience any less painful for me.
Now I sit here, between phone calls from my mom looking for a train table and set and calls from my sister who is hitting rock bottom after "Having so much fun watching him [Easton] sleep that I can't sleep" and wondering what oh what will we do tonight. See how much fun my days are?? And I haven't even heard from my dad! LOL
Regardless, I love my life. There's never a dull moment and things turn on a dime. Maybe I should make my goal for the day to finish off that medium size bag of M & M's. Yummy!!
By the way, why do they have to label their bags like that?? Small bag, medium bag, large bag, then there's that 56 gallon bag that Sam's carries. Now THERE is a goal!!
11/21 ~ Upper GI. . .showed DEFINITE reflux but with aspiration
11/22 ~ Appointment made with pediatric gastro doctor for 12/8
11/24 ~ Thanksgiving in Tulsa
12/3 ~ Baby shower for my sister
12/8 ~ Dad's birthday and appointment with doctor who told us to be prepared to send Pruitt for surgery ASAP. This is where breakdown occurred with Chris & I.
12/9 ~ After numerous discussions with our pediatrician, and after he had discussions with the pediatric gastro doc, another pediatric gastro doc at Children's Hospital and a surgeon, he makes us an appointment for a second opinion on 12/12.
12/10 ~ Surprise birthday party for my mom and dad.
12/11 ~ Surprise birth of my new nephew Easton. While at the hospital, the pediatrician stops by and we have a chat. He learned more info on the difficult upper GI and believes the aspiration was a mere fluke.
12/12 ~ Second opinion appointment with a new doctor who says the first doctor leapfrogged straight to surgery. She put Pru on 3 new medicines and we go back on 12/20.
Now, fill in the blank days with sleepless nights, lots of cake making, lots of planning, and now lots of time helping my sister and I've had NO time to do ANYTHING. . .including laundry so if you are near me, don't take a deep breath :)
I thank EVERYONE for their prayers and support. I sure hope these medicines work for him, but so far, he's been a lot crankier than before. We'll keep praying and trying. It means so much to have you all thinking of us.
I also hope to have more computer time, but between my two boys, Christmas, Carly & Easton and my 500+ emails. . .looks like it'll be more towards the new year before things even remotely calm down ;)
By the way. . .I now know what a 6lb baby looks like!! SO SMALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So while I'm killing time before I leave, I was reading one of my fav blogs. And from there, I skipped on over to another blog that I somtimes read. And now, thanks to good ole AB, I'm singing, "I've been working on the railroad. . .all the live long day" and that conjurs (Gretchen or Kristy. . .is that spelled right??) up images of summers in Tulsa at my grandparent's daycare center. Aren't you glad you took the time to read this? May it be stuck in your head all the live long day. :)
I'm attending my first NBA game tonight with my dad, the boys, my sis & brother-in-law. So dad emails me in his normal "manner" asking what my plans were for this evening. Now, he thinks he's all up on computer and technology. Here's how the "conversation" went.
Me ~ Ummmm. . . depends ;)
Dad ~ Ummmmmmmm on what : );()()
Me ~ Is this ": );()()" you being a smart butt?!?!?!
Dad ~ I just thought I would prove I can speak sign language also
Me ~ *laughing of course* Ok, then just so you know I'm ROTFLOL Try THAT one!
Dad ~ Rolling on the floor like old ladies
You can't make this stuff up folks. That's TOTALLY dad!! So I replied that now I was ROTFLMFBO & PIMP. No response yet. I love that man for just that reason! :)
Edited to add his response.
Dad ~ IHYDBW in the process
Me ~ I hope you don't. . .huh???? LOL
Dad ~ I hope you don't break wind
Lovely!!!!!! ;) And it continues.
Me ~ You make me tired.
Dad ~ *now being a BIG HUGE FAT smart butt* WDYMIMYT?
Me ~ You just do, but it's cool, you always have and you always will and it's good to know that there's a constant there :)
Now I'm awaiting his phone call. *sigh* I have always enjoyed our conversations like this. . .and it's one of the reasons we get along so well. :) Love ya dad!!!
Growing up, it was always a big deal to catch the "Monday Night Football song" and now, Cale LOVES to catch the song so we usually make sure to have the system cranked. DANG. I digress again!! :D
So last night, we're watching the opening with Dennis Quaid and catch the song and it goes over to Al & John in the booth. Cale asked who they were. I tell him, "See the guy on the left with the dark hair? His name is Al. And the big guy on the right with white hair? His name is John." Cale looked at the TV and smiled and said, "Momma? That's John?" *insert nod here* "His face looks like a big 'ole flour tortilla." I about fell off the couch, Pruitt in hand. You can't tell me THAT'S not funny!! LOL Ahhhh. . .the things they say.
On another note. . .I get to proudly post my 3 month medal. Here ya go. I can't tell you how proud I am!!
I did not get to bf Cale. It breaks my heart, but when I got pregnant with Pruitt, I was DETERMINED, I don't even think that word puts it in perspective, but I was going to bf him, not pump for almost a year like I had to with Cale.
While at Chili's, they were doing their St. Jude's fundraiser and I saw them all wearing their red bracelets. Then I remembered the bracelet fad got started with Lance Armstrong. I wanted one too. . .but I wanted it to be something that I don't only care about, I want to be passionate about it.
Then one day, I was browsing around The Baby Wearer and ran across a link to Cause Keepers. Not only do they have a plethora of items, but they have one that is dear to my heart. That was my lightbulb moment!!
Lansinoh has teamed up with the La Leche League and developed a Breastfeeding Protection Initiative. For $5 you can order a bracelet that reads ENCOURAGE, SUPPORT, PROTECT BREASTFEEDING. I ordered it without hesitation and proudly wear it everyday. It actually serves a dual purpose. It states what I am so incredibly advocating and also as a reminder as to which side to nurse on next ;)
So I encourage you, if you've ever breastfed, if you are breastfeeding or if you feel as passionately about it as I do, order one. Order one for your mom, your sister, your best friend. I'm super proud of mine. :)
Regardless, I had to post this picture. I took it Sunday night while Pruitt was nursing.
LOOK AT THOSE CHUNKY HAMS!! I am absolutely in love with this rolly boy. On Friday he weighed in a nice and healthy 14lbs 14oz and he was 10 1/2 weeks old. He's growing SO fast but is such an incredible blessing. I just love him so much!! I'm amazed everyday by the intense love for my boys. And after seeing this pic, you're going to love Pruitt as much as I do!
A week or two ago (I have NO concept of time anymore!) I called Bubba at work. Here's how the conversation went.
Me ~ Bubba, I just called to tell you why it's ME at home and not you.
Him ~ *insert nervous laughter here* Oh no, what happened?
Me ~ Pruitt pooped.
Him ~ Ummm. . .ok. He does that.
Me ~ Yeah, he does, but I went to change his diaper and he wasn't done so it got on the second diaper underneath.
Him ~ LOVELY!
Me ~ Oh, it doesn't end there. I started to wipe him off again, but he STILL wasn't done, so I let him finish.
Him ~ *Laughing*
Me ~ So when I went to clean him up AGAIN, I lifted his legs and I guess I added too much pressure because he pooped again.
Him ~ That's my boy!! *laughing still*
Me ~ Bubba. . .it wasn't just dripping poop, this was PROJECTILE poop!! All over his outfit, all over the changing pad, all over the changing table, across the diaper caddy and clean diapers, on ME, and, get this dude, ON THE FLOOR!!!!!!
Him ~ NO. WAY.
Me ~ See! I told you that you should be glad you're at work.
Him ~ Oh man! That's when I would have started screaming and run away. That's way too much for me to handle!
Luckily this was a ONE TIME event. By the time it was on the floor I was laughing my big 'ole hiney off. And we did this to ourselves on purpose. . .now there's irony for you!
Dad drives 100 mph to get there and we make our way into the stadium. As we are heading to our seats, my dad literally, and I mean LITERALLY, brushes by a very small man whom smiled as I made eye contact with him and we smile and nod out of courtesy. . .until we both look at each other in shock. Was it?? Could it be?? But why would HE be here?? In Norman, OK. And if it was him, man he's small, and isn't he supposed to race in Talledega tomorrow?. . .and I still HATE HIM!!! And did I say he was small?????
That shocker took me a LONG time to recover from. I even called Bubba at home and told him to be on the look out to see if the news covered his attendance, but they didn't!
The second thing that made this game unforgettable was a big bang that we heard behind us during the second quarter. I knew something was wrong, but had no clue. A man killed himself by detonating a pipe bomb. You can read about it here. That also shocked me and shook me up pretty good once we found out what had happened. We would have never known had my mom not called my dad and told him we were in lockdown. Thank God for cell phones eh?
So as you can "see," a game that was to be non eventful and fun, turned into a celebrity seeing, "explosive" and also Wildcat butt whipping game. Never a dull moment. And hey, BOOMER SOONER!
