Thursday, March 13, 2014
One year plus one day--yesterday was Baby Cassey's one year anniversary of her cranial surgery. We went out to eat at a local barbecue place. I ate too much and fell asleep in the living room shortly after we got home. While I was sleeping, she managed to pull the playstation off its shelf. I think it hit her in the head. Maybe. That is, this morning, I discovered a small wound on her head. It might not have happened with the playstation. She was startled, last night, but didn't seem to be hurt.
In any case, it was clearly time for bed. We'd all gotten up insanely early so I could go have a dentist look at my broken tooth.
Thing was, the card I have--my insurance card--with the name of the place, its location, and its phone number... only, well, it was a different branch's phone number. So I got up early to go to a 7 a.m. walk-in appointment only to find out at 7:45 that there were no dentists there, that the branch with the dentists was about 30 minutes away, and yes, that it was too late for me to arrive for a walk-in appointment.
So I went to my regular dentist. I ended up having to pay for it, because he doesn't take that insurance, but I was just glad he did the repair... especially after one of the receptionists said, "Injecting you with anything--any dentist or physician--when you're pregnant--I just don't see Dr. L doing it. Do you want to wait, anyway, and have him take a look?"
I did, yes, because I'd missed the early part of my work for the day AND left the late part of my work for the day to get this taken care of. And so. I sat in the waiting room for almost an hour. I even fell asleep. (Surprised? I wasn't.)
Well, I guess he looked at the paperwork I'd brought from my OB that said yes, I could have the local anesthesia to do the work, and if I needed it, yes, I could have a prescription for the pain. Good news was, I wasn't in any pain--the only pain I'd had was a little twinge when the tooth actually broke. And I didn't even know it was broken until I was done eating and tried to clean my teeth. And discovered that this weird thing stuck on my tooth wasn't something, but was a hole IN the tooth.
It's the third tooth I've had get a hole in itself while I was eating. The culprit this time was tabouleh. The first time, it had been popcorn. And not, like, the kernels. The fluffy white part. So, yeah. My teeth disintegrate, and apparently there is little I can do about it. I've tried brushing more often, more thoroughly, using softer or harder bristles, using a fluoride gel after brushing, skipping fluoride altogether and going for an all-natural toothpaste...
The best benefit I've had is that with the all-natural toothpaste, my teeth are not as sensitive as they used to be. It used to be that the toothpaste itself made my teeth hurt. The fluoride gel was supposed to help with that, too...
You ever read the warning on an average tube of toothpaste? "If more than used for brushing is accidentally swallowed, get medical help or contact a Poison Control Center right away." The tube I'm looking at right now has one active ingredient--sodium fluoride. The inactive ingredients are sweeteners, water softeners, foaming agents, color, thickeners, and a humectant--to prevent something from drying out.
I get the feeling it's the sweeteners and salts that make my teeth hurt. None of the rest even sounds necessary.
My all-natural toothpaste is safe enough to swallow.
Anyway. Apparently, it doesn't stop my teeth from falling apart any more than anything else, it just stops them from being so sensitive.
Long and short of it is, yesterday was a really long and exhausting and emotional day. But it was also a celebration. And so is today.
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Over the weekend, we had a hard time getting Baby Cassey to eat anything she couldn't pick up and eat herself. Scraps left by her sister, for instance, or cookies, crackers, or pop tarts.
I don't know how she did at school yesterday, but I wracked my brain to come up with some way for her to get protein. She needs veggies, too, yeah, but one day at a time. I decided to try salmon patties because hey, I like them, they look like cookies, and I can make some small enough for her to easily pick them up and feed herself with.
I usually crush up some crackers, but I didn't have any, so I used Grape Nuts flakes. I even set up Baby Cassey's high chair, so she could watch me--she's at the age where she gets upset if I'm in the kitchen doing something without her... or for that matter, any time I'm not right on the couch or in my man's recliner where she can find me. And it's just not easy to cook while holding a child. Especially if you're making patties. That kinda requires 2 hands.
One egg, one can of salmon, and a few handsful of crushed Grape Nuts Flakes later, I had 8 little salmon patties ready.
Baby Cassey tore apart the first one I gave her. But then she tasted a piece that broke off. And the next thing I know, she's shoving them into her mouth as fast as I can cool them off and hand them to her. And then she was glad to have half a slice of bread, and a pop tart, and a couple pieces of pineapple. She ate more than her sister did.
I also made a package of tabouleh. I broke a molar on my first bite. Luckily, it doesn't hurt. I'm waiting to hear back from my OB for approval to go to the dentist and have it fixed.
It was my first try of tabouleh. It tasted all right. Not what I expected. Next up for trying something out is going to be quinoa...
And I got another mile walked... ooh! I'd better go log that!
Monday, March 10, 2014
We were on the way to the grocery store yesterday evening (I've been working on getting breakfast burritos made so all I have to do in the morning is pop one into the microwave) and my little girl piped up from the back seat, "Mommy, we did so many things today!"
I said, "Oh yeah? did we?"
She said, "Yeah. We stayed at home, and we went to church, and we went for a walk and now we're going to the store."
It's true, I guess. We did quite a few things... Church takes several hours, and we had visitors yesterday, so there were four little girls for her to play with--though she quickly lets you know that she didn't actually play with any of them. They played, and she watched them. She's shy like that, and I don't mind.
And when we got home is when I started falling asleep after sitting down for a minute. My man, always so sweet, made me a cup of coffee even though he was in the middle of getting ready to leave for work. (He's been on nights this weekend.) I didn't drink it, though, because A. I'd already made and drunk most of a cup of coffee of my own and 2. He put some of his sugar-free creamer in it. He always forgets that I loathe the sugar-free stuff. Even when I'm on a sugar-free diet, I just use extra milk and a teensy bit of Splenda. And I don't care what anyone says, I can taste the difference.
Case in point, I've stopped using one of our local fast-food restaurants because they started using this pre-sweetened tea which has a blend of sugar and Splenda, and they've done so without letting their customers know. That frustrates and angers me, so I called them and let them know. (Other franchise locations that are owned by different people still make their sweet tea the old-fashioned way, adding sugar to the hot, freshly-brewed tea. They tell me, repeatedly, that it's the only way they can get sweet tea--as if their distributors have stopped selling sugar--and that I could just get unsweet tea and add my own sugar to it. You can't take unsweetened tea that's been sitting around and add sugar to it. I can't explain it, but that just never tastes right.) And then I boycotted the restaurants that are owned by those people, so now I can only eat any of their food if I'm out of town. Luckily for me, the food they serve is regulated enough that it's still going to taste the same...
But before this turns into a rant-fest...
Eventually my coffee did start to kick in, and I woke up enough to realize that it was a lovely day outside, and I made the suggestion to my girls that we take the wagon out for a spin. So we did.
I only went 4 times around the track, which at that park is 1 mile. But I could tell that it's been a while since I've done any walking, and I could tell I've put on several extra pounds in the past couple months. I've stopped running as of early January, but I never intended to stop working out altogether. It's been so cold--and nasty, usually--that I haven't wanted to be outside, but that doesn't change the fact that I've got walking DVDs, aerobics DVDs, pilates DVDs, SP DVDs... I've just been too tired and too busy to get any exercise done. Bad habits have formed. And as of yesterday, I've put myself back on the road to good habits, instead.
This week is spring break in our area, so things like dance class and Awanas are cancelled. That means that I can take a little extra time and go for a walk every day after work and before picking up the girls. I was supposed to take Baby Cassey for her 1-year check-up on her surgery (It's so hard to believe it's already been almost a year since that awful week!) so I was going to be working late to make up half a day, but I got a call late last week asking me to call and reschedule it for next week. Something I need to do today. The point is, I'll be leaving work on time this week, instead--all the appointments lately have made that seem like an anomaly!--so I'm going to go for walks again before picking up the girls. I'm hoping the weather stays nice enough to do it, if only for a couple days. It felt too nice not to keep that going!
Yeah, we did so many things yesterday!
Friday, March 07, 2014
Today is officially Baby Cassey's birthday. A year ago today, I was a nervous wreck, because in one week she would be going in for her first surgery, and we were all getting prepared for it.
Now, all I have to worry about is that, next week, she has her one-year-post-op checkup. After that goes well, we only have to take her back once a year for continued checkups. At least, for that surgeon. In May, we do have to take her to have a three-month-post-op checkup on her eye surgery. And hopefully, she won't need any more surgeries for the rest of my life.
It's weird, sometimes, when I think about how aloof I am when it comes to a surgery of my own. Being put under for my cholecystectomy didn't worry me. My first C-section did, but because it was a surprise sprung on me when I was just starting to feel some labor pains with my first child. My last C-section didn't worry me, and my future one doesn't.
Though I'll admit, I'd forgotten last time about all the itching as the spinal block wears off. I'm not looking forward to that. But itching for a few hours isn't so bad, really. The nausea's pretty bothersome, but again... when it comes to the lasting results I get, I'm glad to have it so easy.
And speaking of spinal blocks, did you hear that Spinal Tap has recently turned 30? If you didn't, you should turn the volume up to 11.
Wednesday, March 05, 2014
I've learned the secret to having an easy morning with my 4-year-old. And would you believe it? It's turning on the TV. I put on one of her shows so that it's playing when I bring her to the living room. I guess the sound of it encourages her to wake up so she can watch her show, and she sits up, so I can dress her more easily...
I know. She's four, and she's perfectly capable of dressing herself. But right now, it goes faster and more easily if I dress her, so I do.
And she sits still and faces one direction while I brush her hair. And then, even when I turn it off and head her out the door, she's in a good mood. As for me, getting out the door *on time* and *not frustrated* is... well. It's happiness.
Hi, I'm MommaCassey, and yes, I let my 4-year-old watch TV in the mornings. We're all a little better off for it.
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