I am still in a lot of pain and I had to cancel some activities for the rest of the week. Nate insisted I call the doctor this morning and I did. Unfortunately – just as I suspected – there’s not a whole lot I can do at this point to relieve the pain aside from resting as much as possible (staying off my feet – haha) and taking Tylenol.
My very sweet husband came home from work early today and let me stay off my feet. It was funny though as I was on the computer this afternoon, the kids were outside yelling and interrupting and constantly coming in and out. As usual. And driving Nate crazy. He had to keep getting up and dealing with them. And I’m sitting here laughing to myself because this is what I deal with on a constant daily basis.
At one point, Nathan came inside and informed me that Emily had taken her pants and diaper off. I looked out the window and sure enough, Emily was running around naked from the waist down. I have a feeling her shirt was soon to follow. I told Nate and he had to get up (again – heehee) and bring her inside and dress her. I had to post that on facebook as my status:
“Erika….thinks it is really funny that DADDY gets to deal with Emily currently running around naked outside! I’m supposed to be resting! Welcome to my world! heehee“
I am feeling a little crazy right now. Stir crazy that is. I have literally stayed off my feet most of the day, which is good because my PBS pain is a little better when I am resting, but I get so restless doing “nothing.” I had planned to clean my house and vacuum today. That didn’t get done and it is driving me a little nuts right now. Oh well.
I am starting to reach the point where I am realizing that I really do need to slow down and say ‘No.’ I have been running around like crazy the past few weeks – going to different church events, having friends over, running errands, doctor appointments, just LOTS of things where I am constantly on my feet. And I simply can’t keep up with that pace anymore. I wish I could, but it’s not realistic. So from now on, I am keeping it simple. I’ll go to my doctor appointments and maybe one weekly mom get together with the mom group from church. And try to keep up with my housework. But that’s it. I’ve only got 6 weeks left anyways. (Ok, so watch me actually do that little, right?!)
I woke up early to get ready for my mom’s meeting at church and I felt relatively well rested (for me) and in a really good mood. Got up, got dressed, ate breakfast, got the kids ready, all set. We were actually in the car a little early. A good start.
Then we got to church. Someone had to open the door for us as we were a few minutes early and the doors were locked. Nathan ran ahead of me through the door that the nice lady was holding open and Emily was shortly behind him. For whatever reason, Nathan decided to tear back outside through the door at top speed, with his head down. And he cracked heads with Emily so hard that he knocked her over and both kids started screaming at the very top of the their lungs.
Oh that was a wonderful start to our day!
Nathan hit his cheekbone onto her forehead very hard. So I’m standing there holding Emily and trying to console both of them. I determined that they were ok and started trying to quiet them down, specifically Nathan who was really losing it. Tears, screaming, jumping up and down, more tears and screaming. It was such a nice scene. In the church entrance too.
I finally got him semi-calmed down and we walked back to the room where the kids played. Emily had calmed down at this point and ran off to play with some toys. Nathan continued to sniffle and then started insisting that he had to “hide” and didn’t want the “other kids to see him.” I explained that his cheek was just a little red but the other kids probably wouldn’t even notice and it would be ok. And furthermore, he should not try to hide because he needed to be where the teachers could see him. Nathan wasn’t in the mood to listen. I also explained that he needed to apologize to Emily for hurting her because it was his fault they had been hurt. I am constantly telling him not to run around inside, especially at church (Moms, aren’t we always?!) and this was one of the many reasons why he shouldn’t run inside. Nathan did not want to hear that. He refused to apologize to Emily, so I made him sit in a chair for a time out. And he proceeded to burst into tears and cry very loudly for a good 5 minutes. All this is happening as more people are coming in to drop their kids off. He finally calmed down and told Emily he was sorry. After reminding him that he needed to obey the teachers and play nicely with the other kids, I left and went upstairs to my mom’s group.
I had a bad feeling about the day.
There was about 15 minutes left in the group when one of the teachers opened the door and motioned for me. I went into the hall and she explained that Nathan had been misbehaving. In addition to generally not listening to the teachers (throwing balls at the other kids when asked not to), he had started kicking some of the other children. The teacher was so nice and apologized for pulling me out of the group, but I told her I appreciated it and apologized for his behavior. She was so sweet and understanding.
I pulled Nathan out of the kids’ room and took him down to the bathroom (I had to pee really bad once again.) All the while talking to him about what happened.
“Why were you being naughty?”
“I just was.”
“Why were you kicking the other kids?”
“Because I wanted to hurt them.”
Well I guess at least he is honest, right? But my goodness, what are you supposed to say to that?!
I asked him if he wanted the other kids to kick him. Of course not. Well don’t do it to them. I told him we’d talk more at home and I’d be telling Daddy what happened. Of course that sparked a little fear. Daddies will do that sometimes. 😉
We left then and headed home. I was already exhausted by that point.
When we got home, Emily threw a fit over something little and decided to fling an entire ziploc bag of those annoying tiny hair bands ALL over the living room. I hate those things because they are such a pain to pick up, yet they are ridiculously expensive considering how flimsy they are and so I can’t justify vacuuming them all up as I would much prefer to do. One more mess to deal with. I made her pick up a good portion of them and then gave Nathan 50 cents to finish up the rest. He was more than happy to help with that and it was more than worth the 2 quarters to get my floor cleaned up without having to bend down and struggle myself.
By this point, I was in a lot of pain from my pelvic & PBS issues and I was almost in tears as it was barely noon and I had to get through the whole afternoon yet. My good friend called and asked about coming by. She brought pizza and some very yummy special bakery brownies and we both tried to relax the best we could with a 6 year old and two 2-year-old’s running around, plus her 5 month old.
She definitely made my afternoon much better and bearable.
Have I mentioned that one of Emily’s new favorite words is “MINE!”?!
My doctor and I were both pretty confident I don’t have gestational diabetes, the blood test was just to confirm and as my doctor put it – she wanted it on the record that I officially did NOT have diabetes despite my big babies. I assumed that she would tell me the results of the blood work at my appointment next Thursday.
My doctor left me a voice mail this morning. When I heard her voice, my heart sank. I just knew she was going to say I failed and I had gestational diabetes. Why else would she personally call if there wasn’t a problem?
But she went on to say that my blood sugar was great, as was my iron level and I had no antibodies (I’m RH negative.) So everything looks great!
I was so happy & relieved to hear that. And how great is my doctor for personally calling to give me the news?!
So I’m heading in for some lighter highlights and I’m excited.
Nathan just informed on his way up to bed that he thinks I should get my hair colored pink! I wonder if that would earn a “love-e-ly” from him?