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Mama’s Confessions

I have some confessions to make.

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My daughter and I are on day two of complete togetherness and we’re not used to that. She spent all day yesterday in complete agony that culminated in a visit with an ENT. She has her first ever ear infection. And her adenoids are unusually large. And she needs an antibiotic for ten days. And she needs an inhaler for 30 days. OMG.

What you need to know about my daughter is that she is strong-willed, she hates to take medicine, hates to blow her nose, hates to be poked and prodded by doctors and parents, and most definitely hates foreign objects like inhalers coming within five feet of her!! I can’t believe we survived the camera up her nose yesterday. The look on her face made me think of The Exorcist. The doc let me look at her adenoids. That was a first for me. Definitely large. Definitely red. But what do I know?

Antibiotic: One down, nine to go.

Inhaler: One down, 29 to go. Crap!

We will follow doctors orders because the alternative of surgery will not be fun for anybody, especially mama. That won’t go well for me. I promise that.

So, I confess today to all of you, the following:

  • I wish Emma could have gone to school today and left me alone for a while.
  • The next 30 days are gonna suck.
  • She might eat nothing but popsicles, cupcakes, and gummy bears for a while.
  • Sometimes, just sometimes, I wish she were more passive.
  • If she has to have surgery, I’m gonna need a lot of alcohol.

Thank you. That felt good.

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Why I Do What I Do

My heart is full today because someone reminded me of why I do what I do.

There’s a mom out there struggling with ‘severe anxiety and depression’ during pregnancy. She reached out to me via email last night after reading one of my posts. Her words instantly took me back  to my own struggle, complete with the endless crying and feelings of hopelessness. I know exactly how she feels.

I was honest and straight forward in my response, even though it felt a bit strange to do this with someone I don’t know. What I do know is that anxiety and depression are not at all safe for the mother or the baby and her doctors need to help her.

I am sending love and light to her, her baby, her family and her doctors.

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20 minutes?

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_assignment/writing-101-day-one/

 

Just write. Ok. 20 minutes, huh? I guess I should have gone to the bathroom first. Hold on a minute. 

Ok. I’m good. I sit in a Starbucks as I write. I really love coming here to do the things I can’t do at home with my 2 year old. It really is a treat. It’s noisy. There are always lots of people here. Young, old, working, chatting, busy, relaxed. I don’t mind the noise. It kind of lulls me into my mode. 

Two more days until my ‘vacation’. I put that in quotes for two reasons. 1.) I am taking my little girl with me and 2.) This so called vacation is on a 300 acre farm with nothing to do. Number 1 is fine. My daughter’s a hoot. She will love it there. Number 2 is really fine as well. I could go for nothing to do. It will be a nice change. The only real reason I hesitate to call it a vacation is because it is not considered typical to most people. Never have I been like most people, and I don’t plan on starting now. 

I had a doc appointment this morning. I’ve lost count of the amount of those I have had in the past 2 months. I’m really a healthy person. This is all just maintenance and other minor issues. But I’m definitely back to hating most medical professionals. Most of them are a waist of my time and money. I thank God for the ones who are kind, professional, and who actually give a crap about me. 

I have another one in about an hour. This one should be interesting. It’s a biggie. I better make a list of questions. 

A Starbucks employee is passing out samples of iced green tea and lemon cake. The tea is good. Let’s check out the cake. Oooohhhh. Lemony. My jaw just clenched. Not a fan. 

Not quite 20 minutes, but I think I’m tapped out for now. That was fun. Looking forward to tomorrow’s prompt. 

20 minutes?

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_assignment/writing-101-day-one/

 

Just write. Ok. 20 minutes, huh? I guess I should have gone to the bathroom first. Hold on a minute. 

Ok. I’m good. I sit in a Starbucks as I write. I really love coming here to do the things I can’t do at home with my 2 year old. It really is a treat. It’s noisy. There are always lots of people here. Young, old, working, chatting, busy, relaxed. I don’t mind the noise. It kind of lulls me into my mode. 

Two more days until my ‘vacation’. I put that in quotes for two reasons. 1.) I am taking my little girl with me and 2.) This so called vacation is on a 300 acre farm with nothing to do. Number 1 is fine. My daughter’s a hoot. She will love it there. Number 2 is really fine as well. I could go for nothing to do. It will be a nice change. The only real reason I hesitate to call it a vacation is because it is not considered typical to most people. Never have I been like most people, and I don’t plan on starting now. 

I had a doc appointment this morning. I’ve lost count of the amount of those I have had in the past 2 months. I’m really a healthy person. This is all just maintenance and other minor issues. But I’m definitely back to hating most medical professionals. Most of them are a waist of my time and money. I thank God for the ones who are kind, professional, and who actually give a crap about me. 

I have another one in about an hour. This one should be interesting. It’s a biggie. I better make a list of questions. 

A Starbucks employee is passing out samples of iced green tea and lemon cake. The tea is good. Let’s check out the cake. Oooohhhh. Lemony. My jaw just clenched. Not a fan. 

Not quite 20 minutes, but I think I’m tapped out for now. That was fun. Looking forward to tomorrow’s prompt. 

I have endured a myriad of medical experiences over the last two years, since the birth of my child. This includes the work of orthopedists, chiropractors, physical therapists, massage therapists, hand surgeons, gynecologists, primary care physicians, and more, which can’t possibly be recalled. I’ve been through these procedures, tests, surgeries, etc. in order to answer one simple question: Why do I feel like total crap every day?

I won’t dare bore you with the gory details of my pain. All you need to know is that simply functioning on a daily basis has been incredibly difficult. I could probably count on one hand the days in the past 2 years that I was completely free of pain.

What’s blowing my mind after all this time, money, medical advice, diagnoses, prognoses, frustration, continuing pain, tears, and questions is this:

Every last one of these medical professionals has given me the same answer. What was the question again, you ask? I understand. I can’t remember anything either. 

Why do I feel like total crap every day?

Answer: Motherhood. 

I give up.