Hallelujah and pass the Versed...

It's one of those weeks again.

The Bug got her tonsils out this morning.

Handy Daddy was diagnosed with the flu on Wednesday.

Mama needs a strong dose of Versed. 

We haven't seen Handy Daddy since Monday morning.  He works out of town and got sick while out of town, and came home for the weekend to his Mama's home so that the rest of us would not be exposed to the plague.

This has caused quite a bit of anxiety for Mama.  But, I'm doing okay.

Oh...

The Bug's doing okay, too....

She was actually fine about the whole thing until we were in pre-op and she started getting nervous.  She then decided that she was NOT getting her tonsils out.  "I am NOT gonna do it!" she told me.  There was a whole lot of distracting going on on my part to get her mind off of what we were there to do, but we did have this conversation several times. 

And she absolutely refused to put on their little hospital gown.  "I am NOT gonna wear that!"  The nurse assured me that we could wait until they gave her the Versed and she would be more relaxed.

FINALLY the Versed came....sweet Lord, thank you for the Versed. 

However, she was still adamant about not wearing that gown.  I wrestled that child on the dang bed to get that gown on, only to have the nurse come and tell me it was okay for her to wear her own gown. 

Nice.

I was not too happy about that little revelation, and the nurse knew it.

So then we put her gown back on, and all was right with the world.

She was happy, and they rolled her on back to the OR.

The doc said her tonsils were huge, infected, inflamed, and full of scar tissue.  And (surprise!) he also removed her adenoids.  I had no idea that was coming.  They also removed a stubborn tube from her ear that didn't want to fall on its own, and patched the little hole where it was.

She woke up in post-op, talked to the nurse a few minutes, then looked her square in the face and said, "I want my Mama, and I wanna go home!"

I went to see her in post-op and she was upset, but calmed down fairly easily.  After all of her vitals were normal we were wheeled to the discharge area where she asked, "Is this where I'm gonna get my tonsils out?"  She was so confused when I told her they'd already taken them out.  Sweet baby.  :)

We went home and the girl watched a marathon of movies...about 7 of them...and ate a pint of chocolate Almond Dream, 4 fruit ice pops and a half cup of chocolate pudding. 

I am exhausted and looking forward to Monday when I hope Handy Daddy will be able to return home.  Until then, I will be relying on friends to help me make it through.  Oh, and I have to wake up every 3 hours to give the Bug pain medicine. 

I really wish they would've sent us home with Versed for Mama.

Painting the Red Stick Red

So this past weekend, some of my closest girlfriends and I planned a girls' getaway. We didn't travel very far, but distance was not of particular importance on this getaway. It was peace.

I have been home for the past 3 months, with my girls, while Handy Daddy has been working out of town. He has been gone 4 days/3 nights, while I run the house solo. And it's been wearing me down. I've been doing a lot of screaming and wishing I could have a few belts before bed.

Handy Daddy found out last week that his out-of-town work was coming to a close, and he would be back home every night. And of course, the aforementioned girls' getaway was planned. It was like all was suddenly right with the world. Forget the oil spill crisis. Forget the state of the economy. Forget that our country is going to hell in a handbasket. (whatever that means). Mama is steppin' out!

I received the confirmation email from the hotel, and watched the goosebumps arise upon my arms. My friends and I swapped email about how we were gonna "tear up" the town and how we would be "ackin' da foo." Which really just amounted to us going to eat out and doing a little shopping. We were like little girls the night before the family trip to Disney. The excitement was at an all time high.

Then I woke up Friday morning to the Bug telling me she felt warm. By 10 a.m., she was running 102.6 fever. Great....

I didn't let it stop me. I called and made an appointment with the pediatrician, gave Handy Daddy instructions, kissed my lil' family goodbye, promised to miss them, and headed out the door. But it would've been so much easier to head out that door without my Bug being sick. Ugh!

So I worried a little, but mostly had fun. We went to lunch, did some shopping, acted "da foo" in the hotel room for a while, went out to dinner and got some gelato for dessert at Whole Foods. Then we all piled onto the fold-out sofa bed in the hotel room and flipped through the channels, all the while giggling because we were free. Free from laundry, bills, dishes, stoves, snotty noses. Oh, it was heavenly.

We headed back the next day, and I must say, I felt so refreshed! We weren't gone long, but I came home a different person. I can feel my sanity returning, and I am grateful for my little break.

Now, Handy Daddy's weekend went quite different. I will just give you the short version by giving you his report to me of the pediatrician visit. It went a little something like this:

• Very nervous father brings sick 4 year old and recently mobile 1 year old to pediatrician


• 4 year old has never been to this pediatrician, so he has to fill out a forms relative to her medical history, which he is fairly clueless about


• all the while, 1 year old screams to be removed from the infant carrier


• 4 year old sees doctor and doctor returns with script for antibiotics


• father asks, in front of the 4 year old, if she can just get a shot


• 4 year old cries and pleads with father to not get a shot. She says, "I got an idea. Maybe I can get a shot next time I come."


• father insists on the shot, and much more crying ensues


• father has to return 1 year old to the infant carrier, which elicits high-pitched screams to accompany the crying and pleading of the 4 year old


• father has to hold the 4 year old's flailing arms and swears "another appendage came out of nowhere and slapped the nurse"


• father is still filling out the medical history forms as he walks out of the office with the screaming children

Handy Daddy called to give me the report on the doctor visit, and realized that with all of the commotion and his frayed nerves, he didn't even know what the diagnosis was. We called back and found out that the Bug was suffering from tonsillitis.

Handy Daddy was very sweet to tell me that this 24-hour time period was very eye-opening for him, and he didn't realize all I have to do each day. He said he had no idea how I do it, because he didn't even have to cook dinner or bathe them. (I cooked a crock-pot meal for them before I left.)

Thank God for girlfriends.