My sweet baby slept from 8 pm to 5:30 am last night! How wonderful is that?
He was pretty grumpy today and didn’t nap much, but I think that’s from thrush. I noticed that Luke had white on his tongue and lip again on Friday so I pulled out the gentian violet to treat it. Now he has a cute purple mouth. The thrush is thanks to the whopping doses of antibiotics he received in the hospital a couple weeks ago. I’ve also started him on probiotics (why I didn’t think about it before I don’t know – I’ll just chalk it up to sleep deprivation.)
This afternoon, I attempted to sit down and make a few phone calls regarding some medical bills that have been pouring in for the last month. As I mentioned last fall, our insurance changed and we now have to pay substantially more than we used to (our really good health care ended Dec 31st – gotta love the timing.) Thankfully, we can afford it, so I’m not going to complain. But back to my point… (which really doesn’t exist – I’m just musing about my day.)
First the insurance company wouldn’t pay any of my bills because they wanted verification that I don’t have my own personal insurance. Um, nope. Stay at home mom here. And we did tell you that before, but of course you want to know again. Luckily that just took a phone call and verbal ‘verification’ and they’ve started processing things.
I received a couple ‘notices’ that said “disregard this notice, this is a duplicate” (what on earth is that supposed to mean?) and something along the lines of a couple claims had been denied due to “improper coding.” I also received another bill for some of Luke’s care that had not been sent to insurance yet.
Back to my phone call – the thing is I can’t run and hide in the other room to make the call in peace with a 20 month old and a 2 month old. I was going to say newborn, but are 2 month old;s really still newborns? Luke doesn’t really seem like a newborn anymore. But anyways. Joshua is running around and while he’s being good, he’s playing with some very noisy toys, which he insists on showing me. Emily started running around squealing loudly, so mid-phone call (while I’m trying to get the automated system to recognize my ID number) I had to send her upstairs. “But Mommy, why?”! Nope, just go!
Darn system. It’s still not recognizing the numbers. I’ll try Nate’s social – that should work. Trying to put that in now…
Joshua runs up and is whining. Ewwww… there’s an odor. He’s pooped again. And he wants his sippy cup aka “bubba.” COME ON, stupid system. It’s not working. I’m starting to get irritated.
Then Nathan comes in with some question about his division homework. Oh my goodness, do you not see that I’m on the phone?! Please wait just a few minutes.
Now, I’m really irritated. The automated system must have picked up on my tone after attempting to put in various numbers for the 8th time and says “Associate.” YES, YES, YES! Get me one of those!
All this while I’m holding Luke, who had refused to nap longer than 15 minutes all day and had finally drifted off. But of course he wakes up just as the system is transferring me to an “associate” and starts crying. Very loudly.
I sigh and hang up.
Such is life with 4 small children. They weren’t being bad. They were just being young children. But it can be challenging, nonetheless.
On Saturday, we went to IHOP for Nathan’s belated “special birthday” event. That was his choice. I found out last week that he picked IHOP because, not only did he love their pancakes, but he had seen the staff sing “Happy Birthday” and present balloons to someone when we were there last fall. And he really wanted those balloons. I told him I was pretty sure the group of people had brought the balloons in with them – it wasn’t from the restaurant.
There weren’t any balloons. When Nathan mentioned that it had been his birthday recently to the waitress, she came out with a bunch of servers and they sang their birthday song to Nathan. They also presented him with his own dish of ice cream on the house. That totally made his day.
Between IHOP and our stop at the furniture store (it’s time to get Joshua out of the crib and onto his own mattress), I had at least 3 people stop me and ask “Are they all yours?! Wow you must be busy.” One older gentleman said “You are so young too! You just don’t see that anymore. God bless you!” (That was really sweet!)
Yes, they are all mine.
Yes, I am very busy.
But I am incredibly blessed.
I am amazed at how many people these days think 4 kids is a big family. To me, 4 children is just average. I’m the oldest of 4 kids. Nate is the oldest of 6 kids. Now 6 kids is a big family to me. Not 4.
Yes, it’s a lot of work and yes it keeps me very busy. But I absolutely love it and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. (Ok, you can ask me again after I’ve taken all 4 kids down to the doctor 75 minutes away for 3 of the 4’s checkups tomorrow, but that will be tomorrow’s post.)
Do any of you other moms get the “big family” comments? I’m just curious. I also wonder if it depends on what part of the country you are in.