Friday, February 26, 2010

No Pain, No Gain

Back for round two of the Caudal Epidural.  I noticed while I was in UT the pain was starting to come back.  It's not near as bad as before, but my doctor and I thought I'd get another injection and REALLY work with Lindsay Brinn on my pelvic floor and perhaps I can just kick this pain to "tolerable".

Man, I forgot how much it hurts.  They're just injecting fluid and steroids (which aren't particularly nice fluids) in a very small space right by your tailbone. 

In order to do it they are guided via x-ray (flouroscopy, which is a fancy way to say lots of x-rays) to the right spot.  Hence, I had to take a pregnancy test last night.  Negative!  Phewsh!  I'm pretty sure my tailbone will just snap off next time, leaving a hunk of bone bore-ing its nasty little way out my butt.

Oops, we don't say "butt" at our house.

Bottom.

I have felt a little weird all morning, so I mostly laid on the couch after it and played Mario and Sonic at the winter olympics.  It took me 50 minutes to beat King Boo at the Alpine Slalom event, but gosh dang it I did it.

And now I hear a baby.  Couple pounds more and she'd be over my lifting limit.  Good little skinny kid. :)

In other news, huge shouts-out to my friends who helped me get this done today.  I had plenty willing and while I just ended-up getting the appt. yesterday (it was either today or in a month) it all came off without a hitch.  Love them.  Blowing them large amounts of kisses (fat free, of course).

You've gotta have friends.... {and I do}

Thursday, February 25, 2010

TMI Thursday: Strep

Mixin' it up with TMI Thursday.

Just had a thought come to me: Strep!  I know, pussy white tonsils, just what you want to hear about. 
Sometimes the symptoms of strep, especially in children can be masked.  In adults it's just the usual REALLY painful sore throat.  Get out a flashlight, open wide, say ahhhh and check down that throat of yours (or have your spouse do it).  Instead of looking red, it will look white.  You could also try this in a cooperative child (sometimes it's good to do this when you're healthy also, just to have a good idea on what regularly lurks down there).

Kid symptoms include:

1.  Nausea and vomiting (fun, I know)
2.  Headaches
3.  Sometimes rashes, but if that's the case you need to be seen by a doctor.

Strep, left untreated can turn into bigger issues that can lead to heart issues.  When my kids have a lingering sore throat I first check their throat.  If I see white patches I take them in for a culture.  Cultures are often free, depending on your insurance coverage.  Most doctors offices will allow you to just get a culture and not see the doctor (and frankly, if yours won't I'd think about finding another doctor, that's just lame).

There are two types of tests, the rapid strep -- which results can be told within 5 minutes, and then an overnight strep where you have to wait til' the next day.  Personally, I enjoy a doctor who takes 2 swabs (which can be done simultaneously).  Then, if the rapid strep is negative they culture it out just to be sure.  Sadly, Kaiser doesn't agree with me on this point, as the overnight strep is the true standard.

Strep is treated most often by your doctor with penicillan.  It's cheap and effective.  You need to be sure to take all of the medication prescribed to you, and not stop once the sore throat is gone.  Just becuase you start the antibiotics, it may still take a few days for the extreme throat pain to stop.  In the meantime you can take over the counter tylenol or ibuprofen, gargle with salt water or take losenges as directed.  And of course, just like I always say.  LOTS OF FLUIDS.  Really, water can solve almost anything.  Except teething.  Booo.... :)

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Wednesday, February 24, 2010

A Book's Cover

Lately I've been thinking a lot about how I really like certain people who some people don't like.

Does that even make sense?

I think so often you'll hear something about someone and get an "idea" in your head about that person and then you meet them, and spend time with them and find that you don't agree with that idea at all.

It's frustrating.  I wonder what goes on in other people's heads about me...

Anyway, I worked post partum last week and there are plenty of PP nurses who don't like nurses from our unit, and there are plenty from ours who don't like them.  Frankly, I don't love working post partum, but I think the nurses are fine.  We definitely come from different viewpoints but they enjoy their job and for the most part they're really good at it.  I couldn't believe some of the things they were saying about nurses on our unit (but I know that nurses on our unit have said similar things about them).

It's just so uncomfortable when talk like that occurs.  I chose to just say something I really liked about the person, and smile a lot -- showing my teeth.  Maybe like a mother bear protecting her young.

I just really want to work on things like that not coming out of my mouth.  I'd hate to have someone else prevent a relationship with someone who could be really helpful for them, just becuase of something I said.  And I also have to remember that opinions are worth just what you paid for them.

And remember that whatever you heard about me -- lies, all lies.  Unless it was nice, and then that's the honest truth, and that person is a gem. :)

Monday, February 22, 2010

Menu Plan Monday

I recently started subscribing to Cooking Light, A Taste of Home and Weight Watchers Magazine.  I really want to start feeding my family in a way that includes more fresh vegetables and flavor.  Here's what's on the docket this week:

Asparagus Egg Drop Soup (I can't find a similar recipe online, but it's just asparagus, chicken broth, eggs, a bit of ham, & soy sauce).  I love getting the large packs of asparagus at Costco, but my family gets tired of roasted asparagus too much.  I thought I'd try another option.  I can scan it and send it to you if you're interested (it's only 4 points).

Pan-Grilled Pork Chops with Grilled Pineapple Salsa (we all love grilled pineapple, so I thought this might be nice to try!) -- I'll probably have it with a bit of brown rice (only 5 points, without rice)

Whole Wheat Buttermilk Pancakes -- Spencer keeps asking for pancakes for breakfast, but it's too many points and work and well... I thought we'd try it for dinner.  There's a chance a few chocolate chips will end-up in some of them. (points value: 7 with syrup and butter, sans chocolate chips)

Chickpeas with Broccoli Rabe and Bacon -- this looks like something new and different.  I just need to find broccoli rabe.  I am thinking that is something that Mr. Trader Joe can help me with. (Points value: 5)

Anyway, I always like trying something new and different.  Go me.

Agency

Yesterday I gave a lesson at church.  It was on agency, the ability we have to choose for ourselves.  For me, as I researched it, it was an eye-opener in a way to share my beliefs with people who are put-off by all the things we "can't" do.

In nursing school, our dean taught a good lesson on morality (it was an ethics class, so they didn't just give us morality lessons.. but it was BYU).  So, you make the choice to have pre-marital sex, and what if you get pregnant.  If that happens, you have 3 options -- abortion, adoption, or keeping the baby.  Those are your 3 options.  You will think about them day and night until the choice is made and then each choice will shape the person you will be.  If you make the choice not to have sex there are so many other options out there for you, you can easily ditch the boyfriend, you can go to a dance, you can finish college, you can have a career... but by that one choice you have totally limited the other options that you have.

The same can be said by the options I make regarding church:

1.  I don't drink, to drugs or smoke.  By doing this I can't become addicted to any of those substances, I am always free to do what I want rather than thinking about when I will be able to do one of those things next.  I'm free to have my head clear if my kids need me or I need to drive, or go to work.  I have more options by not doing any of those things.

2.  I go to church for 3 hours on Sunday.  And believe me, this is a biggie.  I have 3 kids and they come with (along with a husband, and a bagful of toys for P).  BUT, by doing this I am free to take that time to think about my life.  The things I'm doing well, the things I need to improve on.  I am a better person because I made that choice.  I'm free to be a better mom, friend, wife, daughter because I made that choice.

3.  I don't watch R rated movies.  Frankly, I don't watch any movies... maybe someday when I'm assured full nights sleep... but this frees me to watch other movies that are probably better for me anyway.  We were with friends a few weeks ago and he said, "But Hilary, you ARE R-rated... and I think he was saying stuff I talk about from work, and that sometimes I can be mildly shocking."  It's not to say that the r-rated stuff doesn't float through my mind, that I've never sworn and let's just say that after my job, no bloody scenes are gonna do much for me... but by making that choice I'm free-er.

Anyway, next time you're set to make a big decision, maybe think about which option will give you more options.  You never know which decisions are going to be the "big" ones in your life, so you should handle them all with care. :)

P.S.  You can read about my weight loss adventure on my weight loss blog.  Good news this week!

Monday, February 15, 2010

Torched

I get really emotional (ok, as emotional as I get, which I can only feel inside my nose -- but it's emotion none-the-less, I'm just not much of a cry-er) when I see the torch relay.  I think it stems from many reason.

1.  It's so inpsiring to see people so focused on something.  Conner and I have had some talks about how these people work REALLY hard on one thing, but in order to do that the rest of their life also needs to be organized as well.

2.  It's bringing the world together, I love that.

3.  My uncle was planning the torch relay for SLC when he died.  I think my aunt then went and ran the torch and I loved listening to the stories of him running along with the torch testing the areas out.  My uncle was also amazingly good at so many things, one of which was being my uncle.

Then, my thoughts move to another line.  Life is so uncertain, there are just so few things that you "know".  I live in fear every day hoping that P is still alive when I go in to get her out of her crib.  SIDS is awful and scary.

A couple of months ago we had a testimony in church by a girl who's not a member.  She said that she had prayed about the things she'd been learning at church and after praying, she knew that the things she was learning were true.  Then she said, "isn't it nice to know that something you've learned is true."  It's a simple phrase, but how often to we actually KNOW that something is true.  Not too often.  I think in order to know something, it has to be part of your soul.  Studies can show, experiences can enlighten but to really know.

Well, it is something special.

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

Never Before

I've never been away this long from the boys.  In the rush to buy my ticket I didn't really consider what it would be like.  I will admit, my greedy little hands rubbed together at the thought of Drew making the lunches, and dealing with dinner and all the stress I usually get to endure... but I didn't think much about me.

It's been hard, and frankly -- I don't want to do this long from them any time soon (it's been 5 nights and 6 days).  Drew and I have always dreamed of going on a cruise some day, but I'm not entirely sure that I could take it.

Honestly, the first 3 days or so was great, but yesterday the pining for home set in.  Maybe just a 3 day cruise.  Including travel to the boat and travel back.  Maybe we'd do better to just to a tour of the SF harbor....

We have a lot going on at home right now.  Conner just got the part of Willy Wonka in the school play, his science fair is tonight (and he had to make a presentation in class on it prior to today), Spencer's birthday is on Wednesday (and let's not forget the kid's in Kindergarten, so that's a pretty big hoopla moment).  I just feel like I'm out of control in that arena.  I know Drew's been doing a good job, and I am SO blessed to have so many friends who have helped out while I was gone.

Anyway, I guess I really do like being a mom.  I sure do miss all my peeps back at home.  Excited to see them today.  Happy that we have next week off of school that we can do some serious family togetherness. :)

Sunday, February 07, 2010

In the End

Yesterday at my grandpa's funeral, I was thinking back on what his life boils down to.  Regardless of how people remember him, I do know that he left a family that just adores being together.  I had a wii party here with my cousins last night and we had such a great time, even though we span over a decade in ages.

I know many families who can't do that.  There aren't enough shared experiences, or joy that can hold them together.  We, perhaps, have too many shared experiences.  We can always bring up items from our childhood, and we all know what the other is talking about.

Our family motto is to have a "Happy Eteranal Family".  In the end he has just that, all married in the temple, many served missions and all continue to go to church.  Regardless of the process, the end values seem to all be positive.

In other news, he had a 21 gun salute at his grave.  The Payson veterans were out and did a lovely job.  It made me consider joining the army.  Besides the 21 gun salute, I am fairly sure I'd lose some good weight too.

Thursday, February 04, 2010

Hello Utah!

Here I am in Utah!  I actually found out my grandpa died yesterday AM about 6:30 and I bought my ticket for a 10 am flight by 7 am.  It was CRA-ZY.  For those of you who know me any at all, you know I'm a planner so me dashing through the house to pack for me and P was fairly ugly.  It's nice now that we're here though.  P slept through the night for the first time in a while last night.  YAY!  I did, however, forget to pack my flute (which I only play at church or at funerals) so it's being overnighted to me.  Booooo to me.  Yay for Drew who came through like a champ, and wil be at home with the boys for the weekend.

In the insanity that was yesterday AM I wasn't able to think much about my grandpa, and it's interesting that I don't really think of him in a way that the rest of my cousins do.  I loved my granpda and because he was close by while we were growing up I got to spend a lot of time with him, including a couple of my parent's trips to Europe that he and my grandma watched us for  I'd like to just relieve just a few memories here, I'm sure most of you want to skip this post, and that's fine, but I assure you, it's mildy amusing. :)

1.  My grandpa poured concrete.  I remember watching him and my two uncles pour the concrete for their new home when I was about 8 or so.  I thought that was so cool!  He was a teacher, and during the summers he'd do that to make some extra money (hello Drew! :p).  I thought it was so neat how he had that skill.  They all carved their initials in the sidewalk and I thought it was extra cool since he actually POURED the concrete.  I'll have to get a picture of it when I'm over there one of these days.

2.  My grandpa had a huge love for history.  Let's just say his house wasn't a place for children as he got older.  Antiques of every kind sat everywhere.  One time we were all there for Onion Days (I know, now you're intrigued, see below) and he had a nice 15 minute lecture on the importance of an onion topper (it would cut off the tops of the onion).  I thought my younger cousins were going too pee their pants, with the length of the story he was telling and how useless it seemed to all of us.  He loved history, and he loved to share it.

3.  Onion days (for those of you not of the Utah kind, each town has their own "days" -- strawberry days, art city days, rodeo days, steel days -- and yes, I am serious).  Payson has onion days, as I guess onions were a pretty important crop to their town initially.  We used to always go down to the tire store and watch it.  My uncles were tease mercilessly all the floats going by (and there are some doozys) and my grandpa would get so mad.  He felt like this was a thing to be honored, not mocked.

4.  Missions.  My grandparents served 3 missions.  Two to Indiana and one to Redding, CA.  I was amazed a how much he loved that work.  The work of couple missionaries is different than those of the boys you see.  They help to bring wards together, help to organize and also share the gospel.  They loved their time out in the mission field.  They were actually on a mission when my first uncle died in a plane crash.  Although it was a really hard time for them, they realized that a mission was the reason that Brad's death would be OK.  I think they actually returned to the mission field after a period of grieving.

5.  Thrifty.  Honestly, I'd put him more on the cheap end of the spectrum than the thrifty side, but the guy knew how to save a dollar.  It's honestly sad that he didn't spend more money while he was alive.  It's not to say that he had a lot of money, but he used it well.  It's nice to know that even on a one-income teachers salary they enjoyed travel growing up and he and his wife enjoyed travel even later in life.  He just knew when to save and when to spend.  It's a great lesson in life.

6.  He ADORED Conner.  Conner was the first great-grandkid (go me!).  he loved to hear Conner read and enjoyed showing Conner some of the things from history that he'd restored.  There were plenty of times he couldn't remember any of the other great grandkid's names but he could sure remember Conner's.  Conner is lucky to have someone on his side from heaven now.

All in all I have a hard time thinking of my grandfather without thinking of my two uncles.  They each preceeded him in death for several years.  I know it was hard for him to keep going without his boys.  His wife died about 3 years ago and it's been a struggle for him ever since.  Those of the LDS faith believe that families are forever.  He and my grandma were married in the Salt Lake temple for time and all eternity and I have a personal knowledge that this doctrine is true.  I know he was greeted in heaven by a loving family who was happy to know he was home.  We are so lucky that we were able to visit him on this last trip to Utah.  Even though he was in the nursing home, he was still the same grandpa that I remembered.  I'm glad I can remember him that way.

I'm also glad to know he's pourin' me some concrete in heaven right now.  I'll know it was him when I see his initials.

Love you grandpa!

Monday, February 01, 2010

9 Months!

P was nine months last week.  Here's a couple with her usual "jobs".  I just can't really explain how painful that looks to sit (seen best in the one on the right).  She loves it though!

And, as always...

Can't believe it's 9 months.  The girl's starting to give me a run for my money.

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