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Well here we are again! Would you like to know what’s happened since we have last spoken? Well get ready! How about we start with last Sunday! Lily’s platelets are still low but they aren’t really fluctuating anymore just hanging out in the 30s on the cusp of the danger zone. So Sunday we went for a nice family dinner at my parents house and my brother brought his family so there are 7 children running around and playing. Well, Lily is going back to grandmas bathroom to play makeup with her cousin and trips and flys face first into a radiator. She busted her lip WIDE open and had grill marks on her face to accompany her already black eye from a previous fall that still hadn’t healed all the way. But as I’ve been told by her doctor “that’s just what ITP kids look like”. Great. Thanks that’s helpful. So we head to the ER. They CT Scan her head to make sure there is no brain bleed, (There wasn’t thank god) They drew her blood to check her platelets (still in the 30s) and they glued her lip back together to avoid stitches. Well fast forward a week to Friday. We are having dinner in the kitchen and she bends over to pick something up, stands up and busts open the top of her noggin. Here we go again. She’s bleeding and has a knot so I call the after hours line at her pediatrician because I really don’t want to keep radiating my child if it isn’t necessary, alas it’s nessacery and we have to travel back to the ER. You must realize at this point we have visited this hospital so many times the the registration nurses in outpatient know us by name, the CT Scan nurse knows us, everyone in pediatrics knows us, the ER unfortunately aren’t as knowledgeable about Lily. So they are going to CT scan her again and check her blood but no glue or stitches this time. Well the first time they draw her blood they dig around in her poor arm for what feels like ages while she screams, for 1 drop of blood. That’s no exaggeration 1 drop was all they could get. Which of course, after trying to run the test and failing led to another blood draw (god I wish they would send pediatric nurses down to draw her blood but they don’t) and they now dig around in her ankle for what feels like ages for the tiniest vial I’ve ever seen of blood. This test fails as well because that’s our luck. Still not enough blood so do you know what they do? Send us home. “Oh well, we know her platelets are already low and the CT scan was fine so just go home”.... can you feel my mom anger at this point? Why on earth would you stab my child twice for a test that fails both times bc you couldn’t get enough blood and then just say oh well! Well you shouldn’t have done it in the first place then. UGH. I hate ITP.
Have you ever sat and thought about how selfish we are? Individually? Not even on purpose. I have become increasingly...aware of this and now I think about it often. We live in our brains. What happens to me, who I talk to, even my children. I’ve begun to wish we were all telepathic. I walk by someone in the grocery store and wonder what their life is like. That one second of passing is all the interaction I’ll ever have with that person and yet on the other side they’ve lived a whole life outside of my little world. Even as close as my children or husband. We may interact on a daily basis but my life is separate. I think my thoughts as I wash the dishes and my two year old has a brain of her own, that contains completely different thoughts than my own even though we are feet apart we are living totally different lives. I don’t know why I can’t stop thinking about this. Maybe my brain is trying to come up with some grand connection between us all and the impacts we have on one another but when it boils down to it we are Selfish. We have to be. No matter how much I think about it I can’t even fathom what that person that passed me in the grocery stores every day life is like. Even people I see on a weekly basis. We all lead completely different lives. I don’t know why I had to write this down. Maybe I thought if I typed it out I would come to some enlightenment. Alas I am stuck pondering on the fact that as a people we are so greatly interconnected and yet so all alone at the same time. I don’t mean that in a depressing way but that is how it comes off isn’t it? If you have any input please feel free to leave me a comment maybe if we strike up a conversation about it I’ll realize why I keep thinking about all this! Thanks for tuning in. I can’t promise it’ll be the same mom time but it’ll definitely be the same mom channel! Cheers!
Well it’s been a while. It’s been a crazy set of Holidays! As you all know Lily has been sickly... well we are running right through that again. He platelet levels are low again so we do expect to go back to the hospital. But on the bright side we all had an amazing Christmas! The kids enjoyed themselves and we all ate too much and we’ve had an awesome new year with family and friends. More good news I shipped off my First Veil to Hong Kong! Super exciting for me! So now we are officially international! I’ve sold several in the United States but this is my first to China! Woohoo! I also want to send out a special thanks Ah Hah! Organizer Kits! They sent me a children’s record organizer a few months ago, little did I know I would need it as badly as I did! With all the stuff going on with Lily it’s definitely come in handy! It’s super cute and easy to use! Just put the pages in a 3 ring binder and all you’re papers can be easily filed away into the section they belong in! They do other useful kits too, you can check them out here: https://www.organizerkits.com/ Anyway! I’m off to change diapers and watch Moana for the zillionth time! Enjoy your day and I hope you reach all your New Year Goals!!
Well here we are! Back at it! Trying to get back to normal. To update you Lily is doing much better! Her platelet numbers kept going up and we were sent home no need to see a hematologist. Now just to keep an eagle eye out just in case some of the symptoms recur. When we left the hospital I was slightly afraid we should not have because she was complaining of a headache. We got out to the car and I lift her to strap her in and BAM! She vomited directly down my shirt. So I left her throw up in the parking lot, yea I know, gross. But what was I going to do? I strap her in when she is done and commence stripping in the parking lot hiding behind my passenger door as my husband decides now is a fun time to tell me I should do a little dance while I am half naked in the cold parking lot. I take off my shirt and realize I still feel wet? Oh. Its in my bra. At this point, even my husband who has the mind of a 15 year old most days, is turned off. So we go home and baby her headache and take her back the next day for a follow up and all is good! Kids are scary! It is absolutely the most terrifying thing I have ever done! To have tiny lives in your hands every day. Man. It is the most exhausting, rewarding, terrifying, happy, sad, chaotic mess I have ever been this pleased to be in. I am so lucky for her to have gotten better. And a huge thank you to everyone who called, texted, commented, prayed, thought or whatever it is you did! Anyway see you soon! Same mom time, Same mom channel!
Well the last 24 hours has been hellacious. Lets start with yesterday at 5am. My two year old has a fever. She had a fever the night before so no big deal. I thought "Hey she probably has the flu because her sister had it last week." So I drop my big girl off at school ask my husband to please help me take both the littles to the doctor because they are both clingy little monkeys. Thank god he said yes. We make it to the doctor and wait. They give her tylenol after they check her temp to treat her fever. We finally get back to a room and the nurse checks her out and they swab her for the flu and let us know it takes 15 minutes to get back. Well I decide to give her one more look over because she had previously had a swollen lymph node in her armpit and I wanted to make sure it hadnt come back and caused the fever. Well I lift up her shirt and under her arm looks like several hickies. So when the doctor comes in she says no flu and I show her the rash like thing under her arm. Sound the alarm bells. It is called petechiae. And they think she has something called ITP (a bunch of long words I can not pronounce) so they send her to the hospital to have a blood test done. She does NOT like that at all. Her sister is really good with doctors and tough. She is not. And I don't blame her. She screamed "Take it out, Take it out!" The entire time they were drawing her blood while I held her down. Talk about feeling like a terrible, horrible person. Well I go by to see my mom at work to tell her what is going on and the doctor calls and says her blood platelet levels are low we need to take her to the emergency room that they have already called ahead they know she is coming. We get into the ER and see the doctor and they call her pediatrician and they admit her to the hospital. So we come up to the peds ward and get put in a room and she is definitely already ready to go home. Now we add more blood work and an IV on top of that and we are all sad pandas. Her Papa felt so sorry for her "Robot arm" they call it (they have boarded her arm with the IV so she doesn't tear it out) that he bought her a huge Minnie Mouse. And Grandma bought her a doctor baby doll which sings. Thank god for that. BUT while I have to be here overnight my youngest (7 months) is not allowed to stay. He is completely breastfed and has never successfully used a bottle. Luckily I have an amazing sister in law who took him for me and I pumped for her before she left. So I feel like I am in a situation that is totally terrible. I have to leave one baby and my other baby is sick. Luckily my big girl went to her dads this weekend so she isnt feeling left out or scared. Now I sit in this hospital bed dreading when the nurse comes back to draw more blood, Hopefully her platelet count will be up and we can go home later. Otherwise Ill be here another night. Le Sign. Motherhood is hard. Ladies it takes a village for sure.
Well, this last week has been... a week. Lets start with Friday shall we? Holy cow. Friday. Well my oldest was up and down all night with a fever and sore throat so my immediate thought is strep right? I know I'm in for a day with these 3 now. So I say "Honey, can you please call into work I didn't get enough sleep to keep up with all 3 of these kids in the doctors office, and pay the bills, and go to the craft store, and the grocery store by ;myself." So my loving husband attempts, yes I said attempts, to call into work. To which his boss replies that she has no one to cover his classroom. So he leaves me and says "Sorry, I have to go." So, I angrily switch to super mom mode, dress all the children and myself, change two diapers, let all the dogs outside (there are 3!) and start packing the diaper bag to take the kids to the doctors office. I pull in about 10 minutes before the office opens and go ahead and wrap all the kids in blankets and stand outside the door, because there is already a line! When we finally get in I sign my oldest in and let them know she has had a fever. They call us back within a few minutes to the back lobby to check her temperature which I am positive is a fever. 98 degrees. No fever. So we wait. We finally get back to a room after 2 year old has spent the last 20 minutes loudly proclaiming every color that is on the mural on the wall and my 7 month old that weighs only 3 pounds less than my two year old has broken my arm in half. Mind you I only weigh just over a hundred pounds and I am 4'9'' so this 18 pound baby kills me. When we get into the room they swab Ivy for strep like I thought and we wait. The doctor comes in and says "No, strep" and checks her out and decides, she may have a fever maybe we should check again. 101.5 Welp I am not crazy atleast. So now they swab for the flu, more waiting. My phone rings, My two year old currently has it, so I retrieve MY PHONE to which her automatic response is to scream bloody murder and kick me in the shin, Yes you read that right its like some 1950s black and white comedy where the kid kicks the bad guy in the shin. Finally the doctor comes back. Positive, The flu. Well I still have things to do. So load them all back up, head to the craft store. Put 2 of the children in a shopping cart and wear the smallest child and start my rounds to find my supplies. The toddler then decides she is ready for karma and proceeds to try and climb out the shopping cart and I am not fast enough to catch her. Luckily her older sister caught her leg before she hit the ground and slowed down her fall. Now we have to fill out accident report paper work and finish my shopping. We drive the shopping cart to the car and I remove the two year old to put her in her carseat and bam! The entire shopping cart falls over and the seven year old falls out and scraps her leg on the curb! I swear with 3 children someone is always crying. Always. Fast forward through the chaos that is the grocery store, dinner, bathtime, bedtime. Get up the next day and we have to go back to the grocery store for a forgotten item, we also have to travel to my parents house to help get things ready for a large family gathering for thanksgiving, and attend a going away party for a friend moving to Canada. ( I know busy girl right?) Well before we leave I give Ivy some tamiflu because I think it may help her. Apparently liquid tamiflu is disgusting, fast forward to walking out of the grocery store about 40 minutes later. Buckling kids into the car to head to my parents house. Bam! The oldest is throwing up in the backseat. And TA DA no baby wipes in the diaper bag. Luckily my husband was kind enough to go back inside and buy some. Fast forward again to this morning. My alarm does not go off. So we miss the school bus, the toddler does not want to get dressed and one of the dogs has a vet appointment at 9am. So rush rush rush, start dinner in the crock pot, wrestle the kids into the car, drag the dog out the front door as she pees everywhere because she is afraid to go out the front door (only god knows why) and by the time I get everyone in the car and get everything cleaned up I realized....my keys are missing. I check everywhere. By this point I am in tears and call and reschedule the vet visit for later in the afternoon and take everyone back inside. Not 5 minutes later. Found the keys. Reload the kids, take Ivy to school, go to town, pay the mortgage, come home and clean.....and the story goes on. Have any of you ladies or gentleman had a week like this? I am so sure you have. I could use some love though. For sure. Send me your stories of Super Mom moments and I will feature you in my blog! I know there have to be more of you out there. It cant just be my horrid luck can it?
Today was the longest day in the world. In my house we call it the "Badder Luck". Because that is what we have. Horrible luck. Lily was a terrible two today. Everywhere. We spent several hours in town today, which is already dreadful! Add to that a seven year old that asks the same question 17,000 times, a two year old that wants to touch, eat, chew on, destroy, and otherwise mangle everything in her path, and a sickly 6 month old and by 9am I was already ready for bed! So we spent the morning at the DMV, yes a Saturday morning, because my husband teaches pre-k during the week so we can not make the time other than Saturday, then on to the local craft store for supplies for me, then another chain store to look for bits for building Halloween costumes (Yes I am aware it is in two days!). Well the store we stopped in we decided to abandon our shopping cart and try another store, buckle carseats, drive, unbuckle carseats for the bazillionth time.... Make two more stops before completely giving up and realizing we have a family engagement this evening! Ahhhhh! So now I sit here blogging at 9:30pm having just got the baby to bed and the toddler sitting in my lap freshly bathed, trust me she needed it, and all I can think about is how my bedtime was an hour ago. On that note off to bed with me! Meet me back next week, same mom time, same mom channel!
Well it has been a busy week! I did a craft fair yesterday and it was awesome! This is my first fair in over a year and my very first fair with the Veil! It was very nice to make new friends, spend some time outside, see other vendors, the list could go on forever! I had so much fun! And I may be small now but I know I am growing! Word is spreading and I will preVEIL!! Hahaha get it?! Man, Mom jokes are as bad as dad jokes aren’t they? Guys if you’re out there reading this tell me hi! Or what you want to hear about because I’m new at this blog life and have no idea what you’d like to read about? Would you like to hear about me using the veil at the market stall this weekend or how my daughters swooned over their new bath bombs we got there? Thanks to kitchen witchin hahira! I need some advice on what everyone wants to read in a blog! Help a girly out!
Yesterday I was absolutely exhausted! I’ve worked all week trying to get the new line of Veils up and going, finished and shipped a T-shirt blanket and shipped a veil. Plus 3 kids and 3 dogs! Forget about it! Well my loving husband stepped up yesterday and let me nap a little which I wish would have helped but alas it did not. So exhausted and exhausted (yes I know I said it twice) we had a large outdoor family gathering to attend. The gnats were horrible! BUT breastfeeding veil to the rescue! My husband even asked to hide under it several times and my mother wore it! Hahaha! I felt accomplished. Exhausted but accomplished I love when I make things and the real world application comes to life! Now just to find a way to make my two year old dirt resistant....
Well I slept in. Those are some amazing words aren’t they? You don’t hear those or say them very often when you’re a mom of 3 small children! I was up super late last night building a new Funky Veil Line! Adding a little more fun to what I have to offer. My littlest didn’t sleep much until late so he slept in and my older ones were spending the night off so I could get some work done so I slept in. Now I sit here enjoying a few quite moments before inevitably someone wakes up crying or asking for chocolate milk. I mean when you spend your days always accompanied by small humans it’s nice to be able to breath for 5 minutes without someone at your heels. Don’t get me wrong I love my children but I do occasionally like to go to the potty alone. It doesn’t happen often but I enjoy it when I do! What are you mom’s favorite 5 minute free time activities? Leave a comment and tell me about your day! Don’t forget to check out my new line on Etsy!
NI am a 30 year old stay at home mom of 3 who has breastfed all of my children. With my first I always used a cover in public, None of which were up to par because they were too hot and too heavy. I know how it feels to want privacy but not want to feel like you are hiding your baby away under thick heavy covers. So I invented a solution to all of these problems! The Original Breastfeeding Veil!