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Monday, July 30


I decided to go to Sarah's wedding Saturday, even though I had just left the hospital and was heavily medicated...we've been friends for over ten years, I couldn't not go.  Plus, I had been looking forward to it for weeks...this was the first wedding all us girls have been able to attend as all just guests, not bridal party, and that is so much more fun!!! 

Anyway, it was beautiful, Sarah looked STUNNING, and we had a blast and I'll post a million photos soon...but I paid for it yesterday and spent basically all day bound to bed feeling like death.  Today's been a better day, I'm feeling overall better, but it's a slow process.  I really need to not let myself over do it.

Since I've had to keep a low profile, and since my bouncing boy is being tended to by both Nana and Grandma Jan, I've been able to work on a few projects in bed and in chair I can't wait to share and so does O.  He's been channeling his inner-Rembrandt.

I can't wait to get back to just being his mama. I feel like I've missed so much these past few days I spent in a Norco-induced coma.  He started saying two new things today..."boom boom" for when he falls down on his bum for fun and "night night".  He's high-fiving and blowing kisses on demand, coloring the whole patio with chalk and being put in babyjail as a punishment for the first time (for running-on-the-couch offenses).

I also can't wait to finally be back in control of the things I like to manage.  Like running grocery errands myself because I know what stores have what and where to find things on sale.  And bossing around the dog groomer at Petsmart who never follows my instructions for Chaucer's proper haircut.  Ty gave them the best description of the particulars that he could (trim up the beard, short ears, no bangs...he's not a freaking girl) and I'm grateful for his help.  I just want to do it myself.  

Mainly, I just want to pick up my baby when he asks me too.
Soon enough, my little darling. Soon enough.

(This is so sappy, I'm sorry.)

To compensate for that, here's a pic from the wedding till I have time to upload the rest... 
 Please note my roots are still not done ( I was somewhat indisposed the day Kindy was going to save me from myself)  But now, I think I'm just going to start a trend, kind of like a reverse, upside down ombre.  It's sure to catch on.

Sunday, July 29

The Appendix Saga

I started writing this on Wednesday night when my pain meds had just really kicked in for me and life was good.

It's been an interesting 24 hours.  Last night, everything was going on as normal...went to Taco Tuesday with the girls, came home, bathed O and put him down.  Around 11pm, I settled into bed with some ice cream to watch Pretty Little Liars, and started getting what I thought were super strong menstrual cramps.   It was weird because I never really have cramps, and wasn't expecting Aunt Flo for another 20-something days, so I got up to get a heating pad.  

Then, I collapsed from the pain.  I yelled for Ty, but he thought I was exaggerating and in no hurry to wake up for someone crying wolf, so I crawled on my hands and knees to get into the bathtub, thinking a hot bath would help.  I laid down in the tub as it started to fill up and I knew immediately something was very wrong.  My stomach was puffy and swollen and looked a lot like it did right after childbirth.  I'm incredibly vain, so I spend an embarrassing amount of time looking at myself, and so there was no mistaking this sudden change.  

The warm water wasn't helping at all, it actually seemed to make things worse, so I asked Ty to call a nurse and ask what I should do.  I thought maybe I was having a cyst bursting, because two of my besties have had them, one while we were on vacation in Palm Springs together, and I was familiar with the symptoms.  I got out of the bath and immediately laid down again on the rug, because I was so dizzy and it hurt too much to stand. Ty got ahold of a nurse on the phone and she had him press down on different parts of my abdomen and at one point, the pain jumped across to the other side of my stomach.  The nurse said this was called rebound pain, a sign of appendicitis, and to take me to the ER right away. 

Now, I hate the hospital, and I'm the last person that wants to go to the ER, so Ty literally has to dress me, because one, I'm resisting and wanting to at least wash my hair first, and two, because I can't stand up.  He literally had to drag me out of the house, totally thinking like a man, and didn't even give me a bra, panties, phone charger, you know essentials...anything...but somehow I had a pair of his sweats and a t-shirt on and my big, fluffy white robe.  Ironically, this was my "hospital robe", the robe I special ordered from Ty's work (read: not even cheap at 50% off) to wear in the hospital after giving birth to O. I even had it monogrammed in baby blue thread for my pending little boy.  But it was way too hot to wear it and it never even left the bag.

We got to the ER around 2am, got checked in and had blood drawn.  They called me back and changed me into a scratchy gown and scared me multiple times into thinking I was pregnant . I tried to bribe them into giving me something to drink and promised I could give the urine sample they kept asking for right away if they did that, but they didn't buy it.  Jerks.  My blood work comes back normal, apparently there are elevated white blood cell counts when dealing with appendicitis, so it's likely I didn't have that. I think  "I just came to the ER in the middle of the night, and I probably just have gas."  But they ordered a CAT scan and an ultrasound to rule out cysts and anything with my appendix.  If you've never had a CAT scan before, they suck, they make your mouth taste like metal and make you think you are peeing yourself with some phantom warm sensation down there.

Luckily, or unluckily, my results of the CAT scan showed I did in fact have appendicitis and they needed to operate immediately.  I was honestly relieved it was "something" and I didn't just make a big deal out of nothing.  I've had a few surgeries before, one involving a gaping incision to remove an 8lb infant from my abdomen (which honestly, wasn't a big deal), so I wasn't too worried about a 5 oz pointless organ.

At this point I just wanted to go to sleep, it's 7am and I haven't slept in 24 hours.  So a little nap sounded great.  

Then, I woke up and it was all over. I have 3 incisions, one on my side, one under my bellybutton and another on my c/s incision.  I still look a little post-partum, but I'm blaming that on the millions of bags of saline they insisted on giving me in an IV.  I'm not going on Wii fit for at least a week till I can make sure it's all peed out.

I stayed in the hospital for two days, and aside from the pain being annoying, it wasn't the worst thing in the world to watch a whole lot of the Kardashians, uninterrupted. 

Flowers from Bree!

Flowers from Ty!

 At one point during my stay I was half asleep while a nurse was checking my vitals.  I heard her say "So pretty!!" and it totally made my day to hear that despite feeling awful.  Then, I woke up and realized this had been on my lap, and she was definitely talking about Katie Holmes and not me. :/

Cakes from Nothing Bundt Cake.  Becca, my fave was def. the chocolate chip, but they were all amazing and are all gone. 

I have an amazing support system of family and friends and I would have been a trainwreck without them. My mom took over watching O without me saying a word.  Granted, she's not complaining one bit about her sleepovers with O in her bed, either.  She's loving being #1 for awhile.  Ty stayed with me all day Wednesday, from 2am till 8pm and slept standing up and in whatever chair they had and brought me whatever meals I asked for when the hospital fare sucked over and over again.  He came before work Thursday morning and back Thursday night and has been amazing since.  My friends were awesome, as, well, expected, because they are just those kinds of people.  Bree was there right when I woke up with entertainment and flowers and Becca and Jess and Pey entertained me the next night.  And I can't forget Kat.  I am ridiculously grateful to have an actual MD for a friend that I can talk to when I'm freaking out, post op.  A huge thank you to everyone who sent messages and texts and calls, I appreciated it so much!!

Wednesday, July 25

What it Feels Like to Be Stabbed in the Groin

I know, now.   It hurts so bad.  I got checked into the ER at 2am this morning and went into emergency surgery at around 7am to remove my poor, poor appendix.  I'm currently at the hospital recovering and will be here at least through tomorrow, drowsy and drugged.  This is certainly not the day I had planned.    

I'll post the whole dramatic tale soon, but in the meantime, here's a picture that shows why I love technology so much:  I was still able to skype with O and still say goodnight to him.  love love.

Sunday, July 22

Valerie's Bridal Shower!

Yesterday, Amy and I drove up to the OC for our friend Valerie's bridal shower.   I love going to showers, weddings and parties for sorority sisters because it's always like a little reunion, and we always seem to pick up right where we left off.  It's bizarre how I hadn't seem some of the girls in real life in a couple years, but thanks to FB, still know rather intimate details of their everyday lives. Anyway, just some random musings.  

Val's bridesmaids put on a lovely luncheon and and I was pretty proud to tie the "How Well Do You Know Valerie" trivia game with her mom and her sister!! As much as I hate shower games, I do love trivia.  I feel kind of like a stalker for knowing so much about your birth place and all, Valerie!  Confession:  I cheated a little.  I didn't know your sign, Val...I don't even know my son's sign...I know his birthstone is a diamond and that him and his father should buy me lots of jewelry representing that...but the zodiac is totally foreign to me, except that apparently you are not supposed to marry your sign, which I did, whoops. :/    We googled your sign.  I'm sorry!  

Val was smart and had a pro photographer at her shower capturing all the details.  He had the same camera as me, so I made sure to annoy him with a bunch of questions and get his recommendations for new equipment.

All the framed pictures were from Valerie's engagement session with Brooke Aliceon Photography 

Guests were told to bring advice or family recipes to make a scrapbook guestbook.  
I am DOWN for any crafting at showers.  I gave a recipe for salted chocolate pots.  Horrible idea, seeing that I've been craving them ever since and have no good chocolate in the house.

 Completed pages...

 Val's Mom made all these bundt cakes for desserts! 


The "Have You Ever..." game.  What was she saying "Yes" to??? ;)

 Kat & Val

 The Beautiful Bride to Be!!  

And a huge reminder to me that it's time to get my roots done.  What in the world am I thinking, walking around like that??  How has it been like 8 weeks?? What's wrong with me???

I had a blast catching up with everyone, thank you again to the hosts, if any of you are reading this.   

Congrats to Valerie & Mark, I cannot wait for your big day, I know it's going to be amazing!!!!  

Friday, July 20

Park Playdate + Pizza on the Grill

 I hadn't seen Jenna, Hunter and Ella in so long, I was glad we were able to meet up with them today at Sunset Park.  We had our Easter Egg hunt here in April, but we hadn't actually been to the splash pad part of the park since last summer when O couldn't even sit up, let alone enjoy the water (believe me, I tried).  I looove this splash pad, because the water comes only from the ground (unlike the dang wild animal park that sprays all over the freakin' place)...which is convenient if you get in there with your tot and don't want to get wet.  O likes this one a lot too because he's really into drinking fountains these days and this is basically just a really huge one for him.

 ...See??  Big drinking fountain.  That's all this is to him.

 I spy Hunter!

 Before I was the mother of a little boy, I didn't understand just how innate the need to be, well, a little boy, really is.  They run and climb and repeat.  Here's both boys insisting on climbing the snake, even though it was pretty warm on their little paws!

Hunter Vs. The Woodchips!

I wish I had thought to get some pics of precious Ella who was snoozin' away in the 

Anyway, Ty has been wanting to make grilled pizza for awhile now, so we tried it tonight.  

You basically give any meat or veggie toppings a little pre-cooking, get your pizza dough, roll it out and sprinkle uncooked grits or polenta on both sides, grill one side and removed from heat.  On the uncooked side, top with your cheese and sauce and veggies/meat.  Then throw that back on the grill till your cheese melts and you are good to go.  

We did a Kansas City BBQ Chicken Pizza & a Margherita Pizza, with grilled peaches for dessert. Delish.

Baby Gymnastics pt. 2

We headed out for more preschool gymnastics yesterday, this time Ty tagged along, and we met up with Kindy and Eli.  We tried the Escondido center this time.  Because I've already experienced the awesomeness of the Carlsbad center, I immediately noticed the slight ghetto-ness of the Esco location.  It's older, no blaring A/C, and the let's just say the parenting isn't quite up to par with the hands on approach in Carlsbad...I hate having to worry about other people's kids.  But, it's a lot closer, and a few bucks cheaper, so you get what you get.  We still had a really good time, and the boys were both completely exhausted way before the hour was up.  Score.

Check out O on the rings.  We really have to work on his dismount, though.  It's a little rough.

 I was just trying to take pics of O when I got this...
The crazy hair is making it's comeback... 

I'm totally having O do gymnastics and maybe dance, too....look at all these little girls, no boys.  He is going to dominate.